Poetry 1:
When I am disobedient, my kind grandparents will scold me with heartache and comfort my young heart. When I am upset, my dear parents will share my troubles and soothe my troubled heart. When I am lost on the road of life, my loving aunt will guide me to the right path and make my gloomy heart shine again. When I am in trouble, my honest uncle and aunt will help me.
Poetry 2:
When I am hazy, my father is a mountain. Sitting on his shoulders, I can always see far away. When I was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine, only to find that my weight was so heavy. Now, my father, you are a profound poem, and my son reads it silently, with tears flowing gently.
Poetry 3:
Mom, can you brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temple with the hand of dead tree skin? I know that the bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair that I remember for a long time. Mom, you still have nothing to worry about. Twist your loose teeth gently and take your time. Laughing with tears, singing songs that are still fresh in my childhood, and memories are snakes of missing. Draw a word and meander in, the residual ink of my life.