There is a name called mother and son.
I cried and thought of my mother.
Mother is the back of my childhood.
Let the dream be happy and long-lasting.
The breeze dyed Niang's hair white.
Motherly love is the way I fall asleep.
There is a kind of maternal love called nurturing.
I think of my mother in my eyes.
Mother is my walking hand.
Lead growth through hard work
The years in your hands have become cocoons.
Motherly love is my stumbling road.
There is a kind of gratitude called support.
Think of a mother on crutches.
Niang is deeply concerned.
Bitterness bent mother's back.
Frontal wrinkles are covered with frost.
Mother's love
It's what the village looks like from a distance.
There is a responsibility called carrying a gun.
I thought of my mother in military uniform.
Mother is the luggage on her back.
Never worry or be disappointed.
Tears of missing hang in my eyes.
Motherly love is what I look like as a soldier.
Time has aged my mother.
Thinking about it day and night can't solve the sadness
A bullet shell tore two lines.
A sleepless night reminded me of my mother again.
Happy moment.
Missing is a faint injury.
Mom paved my road very spacious.
One is concerned, and the other is the moon.
Desolate moonlight, quiet mother
The mother of evil deeds in vicissitudes of life
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You don't have to think about me anymore.
I think more about my mother. ...
2. Modern love poems 2
Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder?
Father's shoulders are always so broad and powerful.
Like the majestic Kunlun Mountain.
Stand upright in wind and rain
Who has never held his father's arm?
Father's arm
Always so thick and powerful
Like Gang Qian.
Powerful and powerful
Father's body
Always so bold and handsome
Like pine and cypress trees
Snow will not collapse.
The sun is sinking in the west
I can always see my father with a plow on his shoulder.
Walking on the ridge of the field
That land is his hometown.
He Miao is his hope.
Day after day, year after year
Wind and rain vicissitudes
No matter how hard and tired you are.
Constants are always
Written on father's face.
A cordial smile
Green seedlings are his happiness.
Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest.
His children are very clever, which is his comfort.
His wife's virtue is his happiness.
Neighborhood blind date is difficult
I can always see his warm figure.
3. Modern love poems 3
When I was a child, my father had big hands.
I can't hold it any longer.
But one of his fingers propped up my blue sky.
I was spinning in his palm.
Like an angel with wings
Flash light years.
His hands were thick with cocoons and became rough.
Hard fingers can no longer hold up my dreams.
Waiting for my appearance in the rotating pointer
Even a few eyes.
Nagging about some irrelevant memories
His cloudy eyes
I'm looking forward to it.
He is no longer so rigid.
It's not so patriarchal anymore.
In his expectant eyes
The door will keep making noises, creaking and turning.
He used rough hands.
Flip through the calendar clumsily
Yesterday today tomorrow
I don't have time.
Feel those thick hands
Always dangling in front of my eyes.
Those big old hands still push me forward.
Respect your grandparents.
Always considerate
Simplicity is a good quality of a father.
Diligence is a father's traditional virtue.
inch by inch
teach by precept and example
I have benefited a lot.
Life is smooth sailing.
Thanks to my father.
Thanks to my father's upbringing.
Thanks to my father.
Thank my father for sending me to study and work.
Thanks to my father.
Thank my father for giving me bone marrow.
Thank my mother for giving me flesh and blood.
Everything about my daughter is given by my parents.
Now my father is gone.
Everything can only be recalled in dreams.
It was a wave of missing.
Blood is thicker than water is the concern of family members.
invariability
Only memories and long thoughts.
Father and daughter miss you.
In a dream
Deep in the soul!