Modern Poetry of Parents' Love 1, Mother
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
Don't dare to * *
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
2. "Grateful parents"
There is one word that is the sweetest.
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 is-"Mom"
He is-"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.
3. Parents' love
Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;
Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;
Then my father's love will be our sail.
4. Grateful heart, in my heart forever
Leaves floating in the air,
Write a grateful movement,
That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Draw those touching pictures,
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.
We grew up in the sunshine of love,
We nourish the true feelings of the world,
Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;
Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;
Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Thanks to in my heart forever.
5. "Mother"
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
6. Parents
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.
7. Parents and hometown
The pace of a year is approaching.
Parents' heart sounds penetrated the wind and fog.
I know you may not come back.
Countless times, I can look at the solitary tree full of village heads.
Every day from the whistle of hope to the disappearance of the rear of the car
Rotating eyes are full of too many words.
Listen to the vicissitudes of life.
Children are spring flowers in the eyes of parents.
The cold wind can't blow through love.
Thinking is selfless and noble.
The lullaby was written by mother herself.
Who is at the bottom line of * *, watching the young trees thrive?
It is my parents who are sleeping soundly.
What's there?
It's hard for us to give up all our lives.
There is a rainbow on the horizon.
Or beautiful flowers
No, it was the wanderer's footsteps that stayed at the street corner of childhood.
This is the kite string tied to the kite.
Hometown eaves, campus fields
Looking at the moonlight in my hometown
Through this eyeful of light
Let peace of mind spread to the spoony night sky.
My thoughts go with the wind to touch my hometown.
Then, I wrote a song in the cloud.
Comfortable waiting for your chord.
Fly with dreams
Fly to that yearning place as a souvenir.
8. "Father"
Hazy time
father
This is a big mountain.
Sit on his shoulder
Can always see far, far away.
Be rational
father
This is a stubborn bent pine tree.
Only then did I find out.
My weight is too heavy, too heavy.
But now
father
You are a profound poem.
My son reads silently.
Tears flow gently
9. Mother's Poems (1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a journey of love
You use beautiful annual rings
Weave calendars with fragrant ink.
I spend every year in your love.
Play with your shoulders and knees.
10, Mother's Poems (2)
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall and wide crown ~
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
1 1, Mother's Poems (3)
When you are sad, you will be comforted.
When you are depressed, you hope.
When you are weak, you are strength.
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons.
You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.
12, Mother's Poems (4)
You lean over and guard with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
13, Mother's Poems (5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
14, Mother's Poems (6)
If mother is rain
Then I am the rainbow after the rain
If the mother is a month.
Then I am the star of the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
15, Mother's Poems (7)
I have grown up.
Mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf.
The stars are shining with silver.
I deeply kissed the traces of those years.
Give you my heart.
16, Mother's Poems (8)
May the sweet fragrance haunt your life.
May my silvery laughter fill your brow.
May all my blessings rub into your heart.
A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
An ode condensed my love for you.
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years.
17, Mom and Dad
thank you
Brought me here.
Beautiful world
thank you
Gave me free air.
bright sunshine
thank you
Teaching earnestly
Sincere entrustment
I have grown up.
And you're old
Grateful to the humble grass
Did you repay the kindness of generous Sun?
I will give you a sincere filial piety.
I wish you health forever.