Poems thanking parents.

There are also many poems thanking parents. Here are some, I hope I can help you!

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.