1, the love of parents
In childhood
I always like to snuggle up to my parents.
Bathed in the sunshine of love
although
Sometimes it is windy and rainy.
not be afraid
I have an umbrella.
Father sheltered me from the wind.
Mother sheltered me from the wind and rain.
Time flies.
I don't know myself.
What time?
Grow up, grow up.
I have grown up.
At least I think so.
In the eyes of parents?
I am no longer a naughty boy.
One day, my parents asked me to go sailing.
When I boarded the sailboat of life
They encouraged me.
be just like
Brave as a sailor.
As strong as a fisherman
So I said to myself.
No crying, no crying.
Now that you're an adult.
We should experience the tenacity of life.
northeast
A cold place in my heart
I still have to rush.
Remember your parents' entrustment.
With a beautiful ideal
So one winter in 2000,
I went to Harbin.
That beautiful ice city
There are many tall buildings and traffic.
No matter how noisy and prosperous.
hard to resist
The emptiness and strangeness in my heart
late night
Tears can't help bursting like water.
I have been in the army for two years.
I use olive green dots to brighten the ice city.
I guard the peace there with my fiery heart.
I am a loyal soldier.
I'm used to it.
Accustomed to snow.
Accustomed to icy roads
Accustomed to local customs
Accustomed to more
If you ask the police camp in those days, sweat and dirt often get wet.
Share weal and woe, gain and loss, ups and downs, how many feelings, tears and joy.
An unforgettable military career is like a melting pot.
Made me a "good steel"
Maybe this is
Parents' original good intentions?
I have a child, and I am a new father.
Still a child in the eyes of parents
But I am a mature "child"
Yeah, being a parent.
Only then did I know the hardships of my parents.
How many sleepless nights
Waiting for the dawn with a child crying.
Change diapers until your eyes are red.
Now my wife and I are fully experiencing it.
What the last generation of parents did for us.
Caring for the happy growth of children.
Guide him to the right path from an early age.
Constantly encourage him to learn to be strong.
Grow into a pillar of the country
I hope the children have a bright future.
I hope they have hard wings.
I hope they can fly freely under the blue sky.
I hope they ride the wind and waves in the blue sea.
I hope they will bravely do justice in the world.
This is a long-cherished wish of parents and a great task.
Parents all over the world
The cutest person in the world
A poem is not enough to express one's feelings.
A novel cannot be incisive.
Friend, how should I express it?
Then shout it out. Shout it out
Facing the blue sky, facing the mountains.
Speak out what we have in common.
"Mom and Dad, you have worked hard!"
"Mom and Dad, I love you!"
2. Parents' love
My birthday was celebrated in summer.
Give me the life force that burns like a fire
I wouldn't appreciate it either.
If it weren't for the withering of a flower
As a small sapling, how can I get a new life?
The sun and the moon rise and set tirelessly.
Care about, observe
Silently illuminate the road shrouded in darkness
So are parents.
One word, one stop at a time.
They are all talking about love.
I don't know the sun, the moon and the stars.
Will you change your appearance because of the passage of time?
All I know is that in my eyes,
Parents' hair is no longer black and supple.
Huan youth
This is a game for parents.
A long and painful gamble
Win or lose.
Lonely sunset at sunset
Will it sink and be lonely?
Who can predict?
Eighteen spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed
Thousands of day and night cycles.
I don't know how many times the wind knocked on the window.
How many times has the rain vented its inner hesitation to everything in the world?
The wheel of time keeps turning.
How many beautiful dreams have been shattered?
But how many painful wounds have healed?
The tall building stands tall in the blink of an eye.
How noisy and prosperous the traffic is.
Things are too complicated.
How many thoughts are running?
How much sadness?
Maybe on a dark night
Parents also quietly cried.
But the morning glow the next day
It will sweep away all the sadness in my heart.
Parents are going to stand up again.
Even if I bend over, my hair is white and I am hurt.
But also for the growing saplings.
Hold up a sunny day
This is a sacred mission.
It takes parents a lifetime to complete it.
And bear the joys and sorrows it brings.
Complain and regret?
No, that's my parents' wish.
Because they know
That is the continuation of love.
3. Parents' love
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.
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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. Parents' hearts
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 the spring dream, watching the young trees grow sturdily?
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 the place where I want to remember.