Thank your parents for reciting. There is a saying that is the most cordial.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.
She's the mother?
He's the father?
My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.
Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.
Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.
Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.
Listen to mom's earnest words.
Facing dad's deep eyes
We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
Thank your parents for reciting. When you wear clean and tidy clothes, have you ever wondered who washed your dirty clothes? When you are tasting delicious food, have you ever wondered who fills your hungry stomach?
It's mom, our loving mom! When you are frustrated, have you ever wondered who summed up the reasons for you and encouraged you to move forward bravely? When you are studying hard, have you ever wondered who silently supports you and cares about you behind your back?
Father, our strict father! Mother, like a warm spring breeze, gently awakens the vitality of our youth and makes us full of enthusiasm; Summer seems to be a strict father, blazing with us, making us face all difficulties bravely and resolutely; Mother in autumn seems to be much older, but on the road of our growth, there are always mothers who silently contribute; Winter is the aging father, and the cold wind still inspires us to explore and supports us to move forward.
Indeed, it was our parents who accompanied us through the spring, summer, autumn and winter and gave us warmth and help again and again.
Maybe you think your father is too strict, but he is not. In fact, my father also has a delicate heart. He cares about you silently in his life. When you are in trouble, he will definitely stand up and cut the waves for you.
My dear father, in my long life, you have always taught me the skills necessary for survival silently, and you are my most solid backing.
You may think your mother is nagging, but you are wrong. This is a way for your mother to love you, prepare everything for you, treat you as a delicate flower, always care about you and care for you.
Dear mother, in my long life, you are like a soft moon, illuminating my way forward with silver moonlight.
Father, maybe I talked back to you for a little thing before, but when I looked at your old face, I suddenly felt that I had gone too far. Dad, here, I want you to sincerely apologize for what I have done.
Mom, maybe because of your nagging, I once complained to you. Looking at your haggard back, my heart broke instantly. Mom, here, I really hope to get your forgiveness.
Ah! Dear parents, you have watered the flowers of our motherland with hard work, and you have raised us step by step. Here, I sincerely thank you and all the parents in the world. You are the best!
Thanks to parents for reading draft 3. You are like spring.
Nourish my ignorance with youth
Indulge in my naughty.
You are like summer.
Take pains to manage my life.
Tolerate my unruly.
You are like autumn.
The joy of autumn harvest
Can't hide your vicissitudes of life.
You are like winter.
There is no posture of standing proudly.
Only gray hair is left at the temples.
Your life is like four beautiful seasons.
The life building where I have devoted my efforts.
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