Father's love is like a mountain
It is a scenery that grows in the heart.
No matter how you go.
Stay with you all the way
Motherly love is a bay of water.
Always reflect your figure.
No matter where you are
Sleep with the wind and night.
Parents will never
Laugh at your poverty and frustration.
Because of your wound
This is also their pain.
Parents don't.
Envy your success and success.
Because your world is full of sunshine.
They also have clear skies.
Poetry 2: Motherly love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Poetry 3: fatherly love, maternal love
I tried to find the past,
Childhood memories are just fragments,
Like exposed old film,
Like faded old objects. ...
The first ray of sunshine made me change from black to color.
The two most important people in my life are right in front of my eyes.
See, touch, feel,
I am extremely pleased!
The two most important people in my life live in my heart,
I cried, I laughed, I slept soundly,
Because of you!
I don't remember the smiles and sadness on your faces,
However, I can still feel your warm embrace and caring eyes;
I don't remember my babbling and toddler appearance.
But I must have called "mom and dad".
Small hands hold your big hands through the four seasons.
So far, I only see:
You blocked the ups and downs with your tall and straight body,
You bent down and created a happy harbor.
until
Wrinkles are like valleys,
White hair like snow!
One year old, three years old, ten years old and twenty years old. ......
That child has become a father,
No longer covet your arms,
But I never left your arms,
Fly farther and higher,
And an invisible rope,
Because I am happy, because I am uneasy.
You silently support in the distance,
Even if I am naive,
Even without tomorrow's adventure,
I'm glad to be in a foreign land,
The most solid reliance is still strong,
The most nagging thing is obscene!
I can't think of anything in return,
Maybe taking the whole world is not enough,
Maybe a few sweet words are enough.
Maybe the question itself is ridiculous,
Maybe it is good to love forever!
Poetry 4: Father's love is silent
We are all sucking maternal love.
As if bathed in a slight spring breeze.
Growing up carefree in her eyes
At this moment, who would have thought?
There is another great existence behind us.
He always releases the spark of love.
We often ignore his existence.
Gradually forgotten in the corner behind him
Not too much nagging.
Funny without humor
A serious face in our eyes
Majesty and coldness are the true expressions of his love.
This is another big love.
Not as delicate as maternal love.
He protects our maternal love from harm.
This is another big love.
Not as kind as maternal love.
He wants to escort the good maternal love.
More arduous responsibilities need him to shoulder.
And pay twice the price of love
He hid all his misfortunes.
Keep your sadness and taste it yourself.
Always share happiness with your family.
Isn't this great love?
Let's remember our immediate maternal love.
And the hidden love behind it
That's another deeper emotional confession.
Because it's fatherly love.
Silent fatherly love
Poetry 5: Father's love is like a tree
Even if only a trace of water is found.
For my bloom
You will also go deep into the soil.
Has been trapped on a cliff.
Fingers embedded in cracks in rocks
Still thinking
How to bring young branches out of the trough
In fact, there is absolutely no need to say how you feel.
I know
Fatherly love is like a tree.
In memory
I can't count how many times.
Can climb up your shoulder
The joy of frolicking
Your mind remains the way you were originally.
The rest is that I often tie my beard in my dreams.
And always go out early and come back late.
Everywhere is busy.
Growth process
I really lack your advice.
But in every footprint,
But obviously you're in front.
Silent guide
Although the shower is coming.
You can do your best.
Hug hard, even if it's just
A bird got lost.
But never.
Never gave me any points.
Your refuge
So I'm used to it.
Facing the baptism of the ice front alone
There is a snow sword hidden in the morning mist.
How could I not know?
Every time you stand out of sight.
Worried but relieved, read silently.
The speed at which I fell and got up again.
So I learned to be strong.
Head-up journey
Just pretend I don't know
There is always moonlight with you at night.
The scar that made me cry.
Repeated stroking
I can't say how to record it.
Your efforts
I only know your ring.
Is to grow for love.
Because of me, I am in pain and happy.
Bearing twists and turns
I don't know.
What exactly do you want?
Is the speed you are satisfied with.
Only understand
You will quietly dance for my strength.
Face to face
You just set the next one for me.
Need to touch the sun
height
This is you. You are the tree.
Your love is just a habit.
In the corner where the line of sight cannot spread
Nutrient transport mode
Yes, you are a tree.
You bow to the earth
Burst out like the roots of blood vessels.
For the next bud.
You will put the last leaf
It has also become fertile soil.
I can understand you even with a gentle wave of my hand.
Use your hope.
I will challenge
Carved at the front
Like a tree.