Poems and songs affectionately called by soldiers

When I was a child ... I will never forget running in the fields in spring and flying kites with thin thread. From time to time, words of parents' concern came from behind: run slowly, be careful, and don't fall down. The gentle wind, giggles and continuous language floated between my parents and me, playing the prelude of spring. I never forget to play by the pond and play with small fish in summer. Parents' words came from behind: Be careful, don't get wet. Wandering between my parents and me, I played the Summer March. I never forget to have an outing under the autumn sky. I played hide and seek with my friends, and it was getting dark. In the distance, my parents called one after another: bow wow, it's getting dark, come back soon! The blue sky, giggling and continuous language permeated between my parents and me, playing the autumn waltz. I can't forget having fun in the snow in winter, making a snowman and having a snowball fight. From time to time, my parents' kind care came from behind me: Is it cold? Don't freeze! Snow, giggling and continuous language enveloped me and played the winter fantasy. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. Although the words are short, the feelings are long and long ... where I leave footprints, there are always parents' concerns and expectations. How can I forget that feeling? When I grew up ... under the unforgettable light, my father gave me homework, one topic after another, so detailed. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of some silver threads on my father's head, and my heart trembled. Dad, how can your son forget your affection! Under the unforgettable light, my mother knitted me a sweater, stitch by stitch, always with great care. Occasionally staring at the corner of my mother's eye, I found a few more wrinkles, which made my heart sour. Mom, how can your son forget your tenderness? Sunrise and sunset, full moon. When I bathe in the aura of love and feel the meticulous care of my parents, there will always be infinite gratitude in my heart. Flowers bloom and fall, and the wind and rain are shaky. Whenever and wherever, my parents' love always gives me a warm feeling like spring breeze.