We are kites, bent on flying to the blue sky, and what gives us strength is the thread that tightly pulls us-parents' expectations and thoughts.
Mother is like fertile land, and I am like a grass on the land. Mother's contribution is endless, and my return is meager. ?
When I fell down, you comforted me with infinite care, encouraged me and made me stand up again. Thank you, mom.
Although your eyes are harsh, they are more warm and caressing. Thank you, Dad. ?
In the dark, in the vast sea, thank you for sending the wind to my sail and hanging the lights, so that the ship of my life can cross the long night and the stormy waves. ? ?
The exuberance of trees is attributed to the cultivation of the land, and the growth of children is attributed to the hard work of parents-in your broad and warm mind, I really feel the dedication of love.
The chicks of that year knew nothing about the blue sky, and their hearts were full of incomprehensible mysteries; Now, they will travel around the sky with strong wings, looking for unknown answers. But no matter how high or how far they fly, they will never forget their lovely home and the kindness of their parents.
No matter where I am, no matter whether my life still exists or not, one thing will never be erased, and that is my memory of my hometown and my yearning for my mother.
Only blessings woven with love can be dedicated to a loving father like you. ?
It is your sincere and selfless love that will always touch my soul and inspire me to move forward.
Pick mine! ! Pick mine! ! Pick mine! ! Pick mine! !