Cherish the poems of living parents.

Mother and son hand in hand, making clothes for her wayward son. According to the control, I didn't return home for a long time, but there was an inch of love, and I got three spring rays. I like this poem very much, which means that the wanderer misses his hometown and is very happy and happy when he is with his parents. There are no good children in the world who are not parents. I wish everyone can be happy with their parents every day! !