Old Poetry:
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Modern poems about honoring parents
The years have thrown off my shoes one after another
Wind and rain have taken off my clothes one after another
Home, gave me one road sign after another
Mother, never tire of staring at me
Ancient and eternal love
Sometimes , mother's hand gives me a ride
Sometimes, mother's heart gives me a ride
In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is a gift or not
I already knew
Whether it is windy, rainy, or icy and snowy
I will always care about you
On the mountain road of time, I will write your footprints
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In the wind and rain on the journey, I will remember your smile
In the wind and rain of the years——
I will bless you with gratitude and piety< /p>