Poems asking parents for thanks.

The wind enters the pine forest and cares about parents.

Liaoning/Lengxiang

Green calyx,No. 1, 2006

Leaning against the morning star under the reading wall, you will not return until you are drunk. Small window woke up without shelter from the wind, holding clothes to send, carefully talking about the voice. It is expected that the autumn night will be very cold in the middle of the night, and I will miss my tenderness.

Thanks to tears for you, I am speechless and ashamed. Fast-flushers are not heartless, but far away and confused. Ask yourself a dutiful son? What bitter memories!

Note: I study late at night. It's past midnight. My mother got up to get my coat and told me that the small window was open and it was cold at night. I had to put on my clothes and get up at night. I was deeply moved. I have many infatuated parents since ancient times, and my filial piety to my children and grandchildren has greatly improved my children's palace. Don't you have to wait until you are old to understand that you should be filial and not close! Sad! You must always be vigilant.

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