Modern poems about gratitude to parents

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 noble

Lullabies 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 flowers

Neither, 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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