mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Poetry 2: Father's love is silent
We are all praising maternal love.
As if bathed in a slight spring breeze.
Grow up carefree in her eyes
At this moment, who would have thought?
There is another great existence behind us.
He always releases the spark of love.
We often ignore his existence.
Gradually forgotten in the corner behind him
Not too much nagging.
Funny without humor
A serious face in our eyes
Majesty and coldness are the true expressions of his love.
This is another big love.
Not as delicate as maternal love.
He protects our maternal love from harm.
This is another big love.
Not as kind as maternal love.
He wants to escort the good maternal love.
More arduous responsibilities need him to shoulder.
And pay twice the price of love
He hid all his misfortunes.
Keep your sadness and taste it yourself.
Always share happiness with your family.
Isn't this great love?
Let's remember our immediate maternal love.
And the hidden love behind it
That's another deeper emotional confession.
Because it's fatherly love.
Silent fatherly love