Introduction: As a person, you must respect your parents, be kind to your children, be generous to your poor relatives, and be polite to everyone. The following is a collection of modern poems about filial piety to parents, I wish you a happy life - Chapter 1 "Mother"
Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can't help but feel like I was a child Same
Holding your lapel tightly
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light The dream has been cut into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure the bright red scarf
For fear that washing it will damage it
Lose your unique warmth
Oh, mother
Isn’t the passage of time also ruthless
I’m afraid that the memory will also fade< /p>
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not
Don’t dare to moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photo sadly
Even though the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
Flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
Not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is the dry well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees. Part 2 "The heart of gratitude is always in my heart"
The leaves are floating in the air,
composing a movement of gratitude,
That is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Painting the touching pictures ,
That is the white cloud's gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured it.
We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love,
We grew up nourishing the true love of the world,
Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;
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Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
Thanks to my friends for giving us sincere help;
Thanks to the school for giving us a harmonious growth environment .
Gratitude always resides in my heart.
Chapter 3 "Parents and Hometown"
The new year is approaching
My parents’ heartbeats penetrated the wind and fog
I know you may not come back
But countless times I looked at the lonely tree hanging at the end of the village
Every day from the whistle of hope to the disappearance of the rear of the car
The turning eyes are full of too many words< /p>
What you are listening to is the vicissitudes of time
Children are the warmth of spring in the eyes of parents
The cold wind cannot blow through the dripping love
< p> Thinking about children is selfless and nobleLullabies are mother's own creations
Who is at the bottom line of spring dreams, watching over the little trees to grow strong
It's the sleepless thing that parents carry on their pillows
There's something
that we can't let go of throughout our lives
It's the distant rainbow in the sky
< p> Or the beautiful scenery and flowersNeither, it is the footsteps of the wanderer left in the street port of childhood
It is the string of the far-flying kite tied to my hometown
The eaves of the campus and the fields
Looking at the moonlight in my hometown
With this clear light in my eyes
Let the tranquility of my heart spread to the infatuated night sky
My thoughts follow the wind to caress my homeland
Then, I write songs in the clouds
Waiting for your string music comfortably
Bring Soaring together in dreams
Flying to the place where we yearn for memories Chapter 4 "Father"
The hazy time
Father
Is a big mountain
Sitting on his shoulder
Always seeing far, far away
When you are sensible
Father
It’s a stubborn bent pine
Only then did I realize that
My weight is so heavy, so heavy
And now
Father
You are a deep poem
My son read it silently
Tears flowed gently
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