Modern Poetry about Fatherly Love and Motherly Love

A paper boat-send a piece of paper to my mother. I never throw away a piece of paper. I kept it all the time. I folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea. Part of it was blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and part of it was wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see one in your dream, maternal love is a blood connection and a child's blessing. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body first, and it turns the earth into rain and calms down. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky. Is the eternal theme of mankind. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, and there is no reversal of stormy waves. Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... and shouted," I have tried my best to return, and I have tried my best to wander. " Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With a mouthful of children's drink, it is memorable. So in the children's laughter and tears into the lingering maternal love. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, far away, pure and elegant; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind that blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is the laughter of a lifetime, the yearning to travel all over the world, and the concern of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth. Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything that nurtures our growth and strength. Our physical and mental mother is a touching song, which takes us around the world with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze that blows everything in the world and brings vitality between steps. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. " The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late, but she loved an inch of grass and won the light of the third spring. " I was sick for five years and couldn't give birth to me. I feel sour about life. Life is homeless, why should I be steamed! "The words are sad and sad, enough to make people feel generous and enough to make future generations burst into tears.