Classical essays and poems praising parents.

From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat the parents spent and how many days and nights they knitted; From elementary school to junior high school, even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicated light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others. They often pour their efforts and energy into us, but we have never experienced their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles. Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolated area, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect. Gratitude is a person's innate nature and an indelible conscience. As long as he is an emotional person, he must have a grateful heart. Maybe you don't care, maybe that grateful heart has been forgotten in the corner of your heart, maybe it has been dusty, but picking it up now will make a great change in your life. Those who love it will always love it, and those who hate it will hate it. It is better to reflect on yourself than to hate others. It is better to change your mind than to complain about the world. The greatest misfortune in life is not to love others, but to hate others, to dissolve the hatred of the world and become a paradise for love. The starting point is gratitude and filial piety to parents!

The fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it. Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Because gratitude makes us understand the true meaning of life. Thank my parents!

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to raise and the relatives are not there." Filial piety should be timely, and if it is lost, it will never come again. Parents' today is their own tomorrow