Use a calloused walking plow.
Plow out a world
Huanshiyao
Keep life warm
Through the bottom of my heart with dense twine
Sew love into clothes
Children and grandchildren walk in fertile fields.
A pair of white-haired honeymoons
once
Arguing about the cold window of the sun and the moon
Rejoice at the lighting of the oil lamp
Worried about the child's condition.
The whole face is terraced fields.
memory
Dry food in childhood schoolbag
Go to the new house where adults get married.
The bitterness and tears of parents
Be full of ravines and ravines
Poems praising parents' love II
in a hurry
I'm coming.
Back to the home where I grew up.
Home remains the same.
Still feel warm.
Parents have changed.
Not as healthy as before
Although I am over forty years old.
But still think I am
Momma's Man
Mom, give me a hug.
I can't help it.
Holding a daughter taller than me
Dad always said
Your mother and I can still take care of ourselves.
Reward is a reluctant word.
Packing and saluting is a speechless moment.
Every time. say goodbye to
I had to leave in a hurry.
When I saw my parents waving,
I dare not look back.
The joy of every party.
There will be helplessness in parting.
Life is really hard to be perfect.
Flowers bloom and fall.
Another example is the setting of the sun and moon.
acquire
lose
Everything.
Don't even want to talk about it.
Poems praising parents' love III
Children are flying kites.
Parents are here.
The children are over there.
Parents are lighthouses at home.
No matter day or night.
Eyes that always illuminate the horizon
No matter how far it is.
Always in my ear
Echoed with parents' words.
No matter how busy you are.
Always between the eyebrows
Overlooking my hometown
No matter how long
Casual thoughts
Climb to my heart
In the eyes of parents
Children are children who never grow up.
In the eyes of children
Parents are towering lighthouses.
Parents health
The door to go home will not rust.
Both parents are fine.
You won't get lost on the way home.
Don't let time become a shadowless wall.
Don't disappoint your conscience in confession.
Parents are here.
Home door
It's always open.
Poetry 4 praises parents' love.
Once upon a time, you were always nagging
i'm full
Wear warm clothes
Eva always nods.
Run away quickly with your schoolbag on your back
Now, Eva is always nagging you.
take exercise
Eat reasonably.
Combine work and rest.
be endless
When the baby plays the same old tune again
You smiled quietly.
An old mouth with no teeth popped up.
Why are you more nagging than me?
No reason, no reason!
Eva is used to having you around all the time.
Eva's just scared.
Afraid of becoming a motherless child one day