Like an old tree in the mountains.
There are only a few leaves left on the dry branch.
Mother's white hair expanded her territory.
Sometimes you can't hear clearly.
What I said
Ah, ah, the look on my face
Looking at my father's bent back.
Staggered motion
Vicissitudes are like skin's face.
My old father had an operation last month.
Escaped the flames of war.
Knocking on the door of the heart anxiously
Father pushes into the operating room
Burning in anxiety for a second.
Tears rolled in.
My heart is flying wildly.
Carve footprints upstairs and downstairs
The rice bowl is in the hands of parents.
Bits and pieces in the hospital bed
Hold parents' hands.
Connect parents' hearts
Parents' smiling faces are a series of hills.
Parents take care of their own lives.
Experience spring, summer, autumn and winter
Now I am their pride.
I'm busy all day.
Can't be with parents
I'm ashamed.
I am an unfilial girl.
Parents are old.
It is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran.
Is being swept by the horizon
Cut off the light bit by bit.
Parental love is like a cup of strong tea.
I want to taste it slowly.
The love of parents is like spring rain.
Moisten my dry heart
Modern Poetry of Parents 2 Think about your parents.
Are you tired? Look at your parents.
Don't say tired or bitter.
Let the years change your face.
Let years bend your back.
Raising children, white hair, you added one.
You added a horizontal line to the wrinkles of raising children.
Heart is like the sea, deep and gentle.
Love is like a mountain peak, warm as spring.
Looking at a room full of children and grandchildren
You have a smile on your face.
Don't say tired or bitter.
Running in the wind and rain of the four seasons
Don't say tired or bitter.
Singing all the way from cold to summer
Put that affectionate love
Turn into a starry sky
Don't say tired or bitter.
Running in the wind and rain of the four seasons
Don't say tired or bitter.
Singing all the way from cold to summer
Put that affectionate love
Turn into a starry sky
Parents' Modern Poetry 3 Take your wife and children on vacation.
Bring some snacks and fruit.
Take advantage of a happy mood.
Visit my old father and mother.
Create a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere
Let the smile and the body
Become a beautiful scenery in the eyes of parents.
Let the beauty of a small family
Everyone's happiness
Work with your wife and children.
Pack a table of wheat ears and jiaozi.
The enthusiasm is boiling.
Play a fragrant melody
Hold your hands to your parents.
Ask about your parents' health.
Touch parents' mood
Talking about the past of the old house
A gift from the old house in Kan Kan.
Holding hands with parents.
Pinch your parents' shoulders.
Sit next to your parents.
* * * and parents' memories.
The towering old trees beside the street gate that protect hundreds of people.
Old wells that have nurtured generations of hometown people.
The one engraved in my mind
I don't know how many times I walked the street.
Tell your parents about your career success.
And your close colleagues.
Pick a few interesting stories.
Let parents bloom, let parents sing.
Spend more time with your parents.
Do more housework at home.
Tell parents more about health and longevity.
Ask your parents what else they need.
Slow down when you leave.
Say goodbye to your parents sincerely.
Look back many times.
Wave more.
Only let deep love stay in parents' hearts.
There is a word that is the kindest in Parents' Modern Poetry 4.
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's-mom.
He is.-Dad.
You brought me into this world and introduced me to this world.
You taught me to walk and accompanied me through spring and summer.
If I were a kite, you would be the kite string.
If I were a boat, you would be a lighthouse and a harbor.
You water with love and hone with care.
Your eyes are full of beautiful words.
This is maternal love. She is as soft as water and as light as smoke.
This is my father's love. He is as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain.
Flowers can wither, but the sea can become a field.
But the love of parents will remain in our hearts forever.
Dear mom and dad, you are the source of happiness, and you are the brilliance of the sun and the moon.
Yes, mom and dad love everywhere, everywhere.
So, how should we honor our parents?
Dear students, what do you want to say and do to your parents at this moment?
A greeting, a cup of hot tea, filial piety.
A blessing, a bunch of flowers, to express gratitude.
Mom and Dad, we will remember your deep love and ardent expectations, and we will turn them into silent actions of learning and innovation! )
Parents' modern poem May and March is a warm word.
It's also a sad day for me,
In other words, in this sunny month,
My mother passed away.
I have to praise you, my mother,
Your beauty, your kindness,
Your diligence and simplicity.
How can I forget the love you once gave me,
A childhood that made me happy.
Now my daughter doesn't know where you are in the world,
Have you found someone who loves you,
Get drunk with you again,
If so, that is his true character as a hero.
195 1 year, he crossed the Yalu River with great pride.
Sacrifice on the Korean battlefield,
For the dignity of the motherland,
Left you, your beautiful wife and her young playmate.
You orphans and widows are so heartbroken,
For the sake of your son's happiness, you listened to your grandmother and didn't marry far away.
But for my uncle, my father,
I gave birth to my brothers and sisters and me,
But happiness is still so far from you.
He doesn't pity you,
Always cold to you,
When I was a child, I always looked at you, and I did my homework quietly with tears in my eyes.
Gradually we grew up,
You tied your neck tightly with a rope,
The soul goes home,
Where is it? Mother hanged herself with hemp rope.
So you also put your desire for happiness,
Want to go back to his uncle,
Let him dry your tears,
You washed the hero's clothes again.
Seeing you, he will never shed precious blood again.
Seeing him, you don't have to be sad anymore.
Mom, mom,
The night before in Tomb-Sweeping Day,
If we can really meet in the sky,
I don't have to cry until dawn,
I will bless you,
I will go to song for you,
I will put your love,
This damn poem,
Stay in the world forever.
Li Rangyue
Every time I think of my mother, I cry. .....
Parents' Modern Poetry 6 loves to hear your sleeping breath.
You should have more rest like this.
Your fatigue makes me anxious.
Which one should be smoothed first?
Like a winding river flowing slowly.
The endless warmth inside embraced me.
It is your tired figure that urges me.
Close to you, close to you.
Crying in my heart won't let me listen
Your shoulder, your shoulder.
Carry mountains and rivers, carry the sun and the moon
Forever, no regrets.
Fiery love burns the soul.
Parents' Modern Poetry 7 Silent Action
Shoulder the silent greatness.
Silent vicissitudes
Climb up the black hair silently.
Pay without complaint
How do children repay?
Quiet love
Melt in silence
Thoughts fly to the horizon
Fly to Everest
Use everything
Pick a saussurea involucrata.
Elegant white
Aroma and prosperity
To endless grace.
Dedicated to them—
dad
mother
Give me a chance to call your mother.
Looking at the bustling outside the window.
Suddenly I thought of my mother.
Are you sitting alone under the lamp?
Leave lonely tears.
Bird feedback.
Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing.
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 accustomed to this concern and take it for granted, thanking our parents for their poems.
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.
My parents. For life! And your company.
Today, I am at school.
Today, I am the only one left in the dormitory.
Today, I seem a little lonely.
Today, I thought of you.
The school is very good, you don't have to worry.
hello
Mom, has your high blood pressure dropped?
Dad, are you still smoking and coughing?
Now, I miss you.
Are you dressed well?
Are you still wearing that shabby coat?
Did you eat well?
Are you still eating kimchi and rice?
Mark my words
You must take good care of yourself.
More than ten years.
I look at the white hair on your head.
More than ten years.
You still care about me.
I haven't grown up.
i do not want to grow up.
Thank you, Father.
That deep love
Scold me every day
And behind it, it is sadness.
Later, read it to me.
You must work in the hot sun every day.
That hot steel pipe
How to hold it in your hand?
For me, I thank you.
It's not enough for a lifetime.
Thank you, mom.
Thanks to your breastfeeding.
Let me grow.
It's you, warm and delicate love
When I grow up, I
You really taught me, I
I thank you.
I will never be able to repay you.
Dad, quit smoking.
Mom, don't drink.
Guys, don't think about me.
A traveler outside.
The moonlight hanging on the loudspeaker illuminates the parents' way home.
The thick cocoons on their hands cherish the harvested grain.
They scrimped and saved not because they were stingy.
They are industrious, simple and not noble.
It is not that they cherish time, but that they get up early and get greedy for the dark.
They just want to raise their children into pillars.
They work hard, not that they are particularly strong.
Because they have hope in their hearts.
They cultivated silently.
Because they have dreams in their hearts.
They don't nag because they are old.
I just want to pass on my life experience.
They have worked hard all their lives.
Lifelong agriculture
The terraced fields on the forehead are still very rich.
Respectable parents grow old with the sun and the moon.
There is still a lot of hard work.
Adult children
Grandson is still laughing.
Past sufferings did not knock them down.
The change of time
The face is the portrayal.
Modern Poetry by Parents 10 Paper Boat
Author: Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.