Who has any poems or essays about family relations?

What is a mother? My mother smiles as sweetly as a blooming lily. Warm sunshine always shines on my heart. This is a vicious scolding. I ate two cakes this morning because I didn't answer the math paper well. At noon, she suddenly sent me a cake at school. You asked her when her birthday was. My mother said she didn't know her mother. In fact, I want to influence the distant mountains to carve a towering monument for you. You have worked hard to store your prophetic words, mother. In fact, I want to stir up the slowly flowing waves in the valley, find the bright spring of your soul for you who have worked hard and dried up, and thank you for your meticulous warm mother. In fact, I want to cover the whole colorful spring, remember the happy spring and autumn for the people who have been running around all your life, and extend your happy time, mom. In fact, I want to find my long-lost mood of writing poetry, and I don't want others to praise you. You write down your sincere thanks to prove that your great heart has been dismantled, installed and dismantled. After countless days and nights, I finally assembled my heart into an accurate balance. The left atrium is full of deep affection, and the right ventricle is full of deep love, swinging quiet thoughts from side to side. I carefully ground it into a fine pointer. After countless times of weighing, I finally found that no matter how the years change the weight, the affection of blood is thicker than water can always tilt the pointer from the place of love to him, because time is always like a clever magician, and he always makes love like a beautiful fireworks. After a short period of calm, I found that the most unforgettable love in the world will eventually become an eternal family relationship with blood thicker than water. After a long separation, the flower of friendship will lose its fragrance and wither. The air of love after a long separation will both heat up and cool down. Only family is an altar of wine buried deep underground. The more you hide it, the stronger it will become. The Pacific Ocean is boundless, but the family's footsteps are enough to cross Mount Everest and reach the clouds. Who will compare the height? But the sound of affection is enough to wrap the lotus root that has never vowed to have a vigorous affection. With silent blessings, they drifted across mountains and rivers for 8 thousand miles. There is no magnificent passion, and no clear spring reflects loose poetry, just like a clear and dreamy lake. With her quiet face, she tells the story of a touching and affectionate sunshine, which occasionally ripples, and the breeze blows and emits phosphorescence. The whole lake is harmonious and ups and downs, just like the selfless mutual contribution of family members in the same boat.