Grateful parents
I have worked hard to raise a child, and my years are long and my temples are frosty.
The calf is affectionate and busy with its children.
Write a chapter with no regrets, bright eyes and longer meaning.
The kindness of the family is unforgettable, and it is also a deep affection and friendship, serving as a high hall.
I should do this, not be nice to my mother.
Filial piety expresses a person's voice, family members enjoy it, and people pray.
First grade primary school grateful parents recite poems II.
The kindness of parents is deeper than the sea.
Cultivate from birth.
Pregnant mother in October,
How many nights without sleep until dawn.
Eager to eat,
Thick milk comes from itself.
Heart to heart,
Children are more important than life.
Eat, dress, take a shower,
The daily details are meticulous and thoughtful.
After getting sick,
I was taken to the hospital day and night.
Time waits for no one,
The vicissitudes of life have left white hair and wrinkles.
Time flies,
It's still twelve o'clock every day
There are twists and turns,
Although it is often calm.
That's what I relied on when I was young.
I don't listen to my parents when I get old.
Noisy and contradictory,
It is said that it can show youth.
Once naive and naughty,
Later, I became independent and willful.
The stranger smiled,
I am also very touched.
For parents at home,
My face is covered with ice.
He's kind,
I appreciate it.
After decades of hard work,
In exchange for indifference and loneliness?
Poor parents,
The ignorant child bowed down and presented this article.
The first grade of primary school is grateful to parents for reciting poem III.
The pace of a year is approaching.
Parents' heart sounds penetrated the wind and fog.
I know you may not come back.
Countless times, I can look at the solitary tree full of village heads.
Every day from the whistle of hope to the disappearance of the rear of the car
Rotating eyes are full of too many words.
Listen to the vicissitudes of life.
Children are spring flowers in the eyes of parents.
The cold wind can't blow through love.
Thinking is selfless and noble.
The lullaby was written by mother herself.
Who is at the bottom line of the spring dream, watching the young trees grow sturdily?
It is my parents who are sleeping soundly.
What's there?
It's hard for us to give up all our lives.
There is a rainbow on the horizon.
Or beautiful flowers
No, it was the wanderer's footsteps that stayed at the street corner of childhood.
This is the kite string tied to the kite.
Hometown eaves, campus fields
Looking at the moonlight in my hometown
Through this eyeful of light
Let peace of mind spread to the spoony night sky.
My thoughts go with the wind to touch my hometown.
Then, I wrote a song in the cloud.
Comfortable waiting for your chord.
Fly with dreams
Fly to the place where I want to remember.