Poetry about children's love 1. Poetry describing parents' love for their children.
A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son shames his mother.
-Solomon
If the father and son don't believe it, the family will be at odds.
-Wu Zetian
But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.
-Meng Jiao
Motherly love:
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
How strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child has a male shepherd's sofa? What about yellow? Where is it? (UK)
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs Xiaoya Guoe
Parents can do their best. -studying the Analects of Confucius.
My father is amiable and teaches and educates people. -Zuo Gong twenty-six years
Those who love their loved ones dare not be evil to others; Respect your relatives, don't be slower than others.
Filial piety lies in essence, not in appearance. -Huan Kuan's "On Filial Piety of Salt and Iron".
But this inch-long grass has got three rays of spring, which is how much love. -Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
Couples become friends with their descendants. -Young scholar Joan Lin and his wife
Brothers live in harmony, but friends are sincere. -Chen Ziang's motto
Father is unkind, son is unfilial. -Yan Zhitui's "Yan's Family Training"
Home will destroy itself, and then people will be destroyed.
The friendship between the poor and the poor should not be forgotten, and the wife of the dross should not be told.
With the passage of time, many past events have faded away. But in the long history, E5a48de588b63231333532363134313032313633313339656362,
Gorky
Don't let family ties face the impact more and more feebly in the bustling modern social changes. At least we can start from ourselves and don't leave regrets for ourselves. As the saying goes, "the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to raise it, but he doesn't want to stay close." Now send a warm greeting to his parents that is not extravagant!
My father is amiable and teaches and educates people. -Zuo Gong twenty-six years
A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son shames his mother.
-Solomon
Filial piety lies in essence, not in appearance. -Huan Kuan's "On Filial Piety of Salt and Iron".
But this inch-long grass has got three rays of spring, which is how much love. -Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
Couples become friends with their descendants. -Young scholar Joan Lin and his wife
Brothers live in harmony, but friends are sincere. -Chen Ziang's motto
Father is unkind, son is unfilial. -Yan Zhitui's "Yan's Family Training"
Home will destroy itself, and then people will be destroyed.
The friendship between the poor and the poor should not be forgotten, and the wife of the dross should not be told.
2. Ancient poems about parents loving their children
Meng Jiao
Ancient poems about fatherly love and maternal love
1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.
Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
13, Song Lingyun's memory of his father
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
14, Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
15, Ni Ruizhen's memory of her mother
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Make three spring scenery.
3. What are the ancient poems that express children's love for their parents?
Love poems praising parents are:
1. One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
2. What should I do without my father and mother? -The Book of Songs
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs
My mother is a hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
5. Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"
6. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. -"Wandering Son"
7. The baby is heavy in October, and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
9. When the mother instrument hangs down, it is the bright tube and the quiet night platform. Motto collection
10. The old bald mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. Quan Tang Shi
1. The prodigal son doesn't feel cold when his loving mother is in front of him. Song of exhorting filial piety
2. The mother has never seen a bitter child, and the child is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
3. A father's virtue is his son's legacy. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
4. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
4. Poems about parents loving their children
1, girls' words
Tang Dynasty: Shi Jianwu
The little girl is only six years old. I don't know whether she is clever or clumsy.
In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon.
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Shi Jianwu has a naive and lovely little daughter, who is only six years old and can't tell right from wrong. At the entrance of the lobby at night, she began to worship the new moon like everyone else.
2. Children make ice
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.
Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.
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Early in the morning, the childish child held the ice frozen in the plate at night in his hand. With a tap, the ice will make a sound through the forest. When the viewer is addicted to the noise of crossing the forest, he suddenly hears another sound-ice will fall to the ground and make a sound like broken glass.
3. With my daughter
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Seeing that people were dumb at first, they refused to fall in love with cars.
It is reasonable to cry all night, because it costs too much to wear clothes.
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Her little daughter babbled as soon as she understood what adults said. I refuse to sleep because I love playing with cars. I cried all night because my clothes were embroidered with a little gold thread, and I refused to stop.
4. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
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In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery.
My children and the children in the village hurried home after school, flying kites in the blue sky with the east wind.
5. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
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The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.
5. What are the poems that express deep love for my son?
1, prodigal son-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
Hemerocallis live in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world.
Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies.
Hemerocallis have grown on the steps outside the door, but the wanderer is still in the end of the world. Leaning in front of the hall, the loving mother looked at the daylily flowers planted by her son, but her son didn't come back.
2. Yuan Ri-Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty
Firecrackers are old, and the fireworks are shown every year.
In my dream, the loving mother in my hometown shed tears and waded over the stone, expecting her return.
In the firecrackers, the old year has passed; Fireworks bloom every year, and I return to my dream. In my dream country, my mother misses her distant son and always looks forward to his return.
3. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
4. Wanderer-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
5, "Xuan Mo Figure 1"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
6. Poetry describing juvenile love
I want to know you, live a long life, never decline, never dry up mountains and rivers, lightning and thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, but I dare to be with you, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is overjoyed.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. I miss you, but I missed you.
Sauvignon blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is endless. If I knew this was a stumbling block, how could I not know each other before? Rain man is not afraid of life.
Live your dreams and get drunk. See the sea as waves, the heart as the moon, and the snow as a gift. You are charming, and I will never give up on you! When the invitation of life gradually moves from colorful to barren years, it will only become clear day by day, dear. Is there only one favorite? There is only one person at the ends of the earth. If there is no soul, what will you use to kill time? If there is no eternity, why should we be together? You can repeat your first love, but not your passion. You can repeat those regrets, but they are not your favorite. How can a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. These flowers were all my hopes in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. When you finally walk past those friends who have fallen behind you, it is not petals, but my withered heart.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
The west wind still shines, the Han tomb is weak and the wind is suspicious, and the orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also means that Chu people want to hear Yao's grievances. Xiaoxiang looked for cinnamon in the mountain temple in the middle of the night in the moonlight, and watched the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When to revisit it, think about it, hate it, and don't stop until you come back. It's dusk when people lean against the building in the moonlight, so it's not boring to lean against the door to cross Qian Fan alone. The slanting light is full of water, and the heartbroken white frequency island has not yet returned. When I return home, I have to be heartbroken, so I plan to marry her and rest for life.
Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed of the waning moon. Don't cry. There are many words and feelings. In retrospect, I remember the green silk dress and every wish I made in front of the grass pillow everywhere. I wanted to have a rest until the green hills were rotten, and I wanted her husband to come back early, but I was deeply interested in letting me look back at the blue sky.
Heritage is a double emerald. Riding on an elephant's back often leads to disease and alcohol before it blooms. I don't care how many tears Zhu Yan shed in the mirror. I don't want to hate it I leaned against it and kept cutting. I'm still a mess. It's sadness.
Don't have a general taste in your heart and ask yourself how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward alone, a boundless mountain and river is easy to see when it is difficult. Spring water is gone, and it is difficult for the slaves of heaven and earth to come out. I teach you to pity the lonely people in the alley and hope that tobacco will be depressed.
The smell of the stove lingers. Holding the ribbon empty, looking back and hating me, I will change my mind. For your heart, I will know when to stop remembering the dark green poplar grass. Tears and sadness have been broken before. In the past years, I was tired of perfume bottles. This fragrant bottle is afraid of resting alone on the moon floor, and the wine will turn homesick tears. If you practice tonight, you will be drunk for a long time.
Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no plan not to send Chunchun back. It hurts the scenery when the mirror approaches at night. In the later period of the past, I was helpless, deja vu, and Yan returned. Wandering alone in the small garden, the bright moon doesn't know whether to stay or hate. The oblique light is too bright. Zhu Hu wants to send colorful stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and the waters are wide, and he knows where to hate and be less happy. He is willing to love his daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, leave a sunset photo and let the flowers shine in the wind and rain.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask the flowers to be silent, and the red flies over the swing and gradually stays sad. The distance is like spring water, and tears are scattered into tourists. At first, I felt that if spring was in a hurry, this hatred was endless.
This year's flowers are more popular than last year's, but unfortunately, next year's flowers will be better. I didn't know who sent you home in spring and sent you home again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with spring, you must leave spring and flowers to live together. Swift will fly together tonight and take pictures in Hong Kong. If you are afraid of meeting each other, it's like dreaming. People at the bedside will come late, unforgettable, even if you are heartless and heartbroken, just because you are always reluctant to draw a painting hall for Zhu Hu, the spring breeze will be comfortable for ten years. You'll never think of it, but you'll never forget the Xiao Xuan window and dressing up.
I don't care about anything, but a thousand tears don't seem to be huayang, but a little tears, which make people pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. On the lonely sandbar, on the cold branches, there is little willow cotton blowing. There is plenty of grass in the sea, and life is empty and there is nowhere to think. Only dreams come and go, more afraid, Jiang stopped the closest feelings, secretly heartbroken. Qingzun Su Ying has long been willing to sigh with beautiful dreams. Thin, thin plum blossom, ice melt and drain, the east wind turns dark in the new year. If the relationship between the two is long-lasting, why not stay for the teenager sooner or later and hate you? I will burst into tears when I rest, and I will never stop. When can you see me again? The crying mark on the sleeve is very helpless. Tired, Dongfeng's tears ruined his life, just a few dusk grasses. Hey, the old building is new and long.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, whoever picks up the lamp to mend clothes at night will miss the place, and Lanzhou will urge him to send it. Hand in hand with tears at each other, wordless and sentimental, sad to leave since ancient times. What's more, it's a beautiful morning and a beautiful scene.
Even if you have a thousand amorous feelings, who can you tell, your heart will be broken, and you will know if you are alone. I regret not locking the carved saddle in the grass-colored smoke. No one will lean against the fence without saying anything.
The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq. The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance in the bones is full of golden clothes in spring. Who knows that Mrs. Wei is haggard and tired in Jiangnan, which is unbearable. She misses the moon, holds hands with the pavilion, smells the flute on the bridge, thinks about the past, dreams, and tears leave her hometown. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. When can she go? If love lasts for a long time, she will sooner or later. It used to be difficult for sea water to touch water. Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but that person was hard to get rid of in the dim light.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Overlapping tears and sealed words, only love can't die in life. Love is invisible, because we want to fly in heaven, just like two birds are one and grow together on the earth, just like two branches of a tree ... only when there is love in our hearts can we feel it.
7. Poems about children loving their parents
1, today's filial piety is called nurturing. As for dogs and horses, you can keep them. Disrespect, why not! -Freedom
2, in and out of the support must be cautious, not tired of serving day and night.
3. Before parents can be filial, a filial piety is a good child; Aunt Weng can be filial, but she falls on filial piety and morality.
4. Parents should not go slow when they call; Parents, don't be lazy.
It means: when parents call, they should promise quickly; Parents have orders to make a quick decision.
5. Parents should use good meals first, and parents should wear good clothes first.
6. Luz borrows rice to respect his parents.
Huang Xiang took a fan to cool the shade.
Ancient sages loved others without profit,
Afraid of teaching future generations to respect the elderly.
8. Proverbs, famous sayings and poems about children loving their parents
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
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In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. —— Fei Xiaotong