A poem praising father.

1. A poem praising my father, paying tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Perhaps only my mother is better in the world, and not many people are calling for it, because it is undeniable that my father's contribution to the family is no less than my mother's. In the real society, father is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. Nothing is more important than relying on his home, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for the comfort and happiness of his family all his life. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. It's time to express our sincere love to our father on Father's Day. When my father is hazy, he can always see far from his shoulders. When he is sensible, he is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy, now, father, you are a profound poem. The son silently read tears and gently flowed through his father's blue sky. A mysterious mountain is quiet and deep. The vast land is full of vitality. How harmonious man and nature are. The ridge in the field is a beautiful stick. Wheat grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes. Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth. It was my father's light footsteps that pulled it out. It is actually the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years. The blue veins protruding from the overwhelming waves are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain are engraved on his forehead, which deeply outlines wisdom and life. Father's grace is gone, traces are covered with dead leaves, and grass has long since disappeared. Why are you in such a hurry to remember that time? At dusk, my father took my little hand to see the sunset stained with rosy clouds. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. My father seems to love me deeply, and I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father. I caressed the railing of the city and looked at the fragrant soil in my hometown. I thought of my father outside Qian Shan, on the earth. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing all kinds of hoeing postures and holding farm tools close to the soil. He loves the land and kisses us. In those days, I didn't have rich poems growing in the fields and standing on my father's head. It's my father. After leaving my hometown for many years, a hunchbacked figure is vivid in my mind. I stood on the golden ridge in September with a shiny sickle in my hand. I wish you happiness. In my letter to my father, I wrote that wind energy can crack stones, rain can rust steel, and years can bend your spine. Only your will is indomitable, and your father's tenderness is that water has played games with you for thousands of years. You lured me across the river with respect for many years, and I bet you with my youth that your car will sweep left and right. My defense, my horse, is marching step by step, forcing your father into the old nest. I can't destroy your moat. You can't break into my crystal palace to pay tribute to my father. 1 3, I will pay homage to my father for five years, and my feelings are in my arms. I want to pay tribute to him: the incense column is full of joy and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say.

People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry.

Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn.

Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost. Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare.

Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget.

The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep. Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams.

Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days.

My father's way tells me that the monument erected by my father will be a road sign for progress. This road continues in my life. Ordinary fathers have no carols, no feats, only stories I miss. I will stride forward with brave faith and extend my father's road to a brilliant future. Father's Day is coming again, but my father never knows it, just as he never knows he is tired. Father! How many times have you missed our dinner? How many times have you quietly left my dream and remembered the tenderness of your hands touching my face after doing farm work all your life? How many times have your strong body fallen because of us, father! Suddenly I smelled a thick smell of loess. No, that's a strong manly smell coming from you. My eyes are captured by tears again, father! Your blood is in my veins, father! It is Father's Day again. You can receive my blessing again. You can search Baidu.

2. What poems praise my father and mourn my parents, which gave birth to me?

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.

[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

This motto is hung on the wall.

3. A poem about praising my father buried my love in my heart-to my father: inadvertently, my father, I became a father. In June, there is a festival that you are not familiar with. Let me propose a toast to you, 325 degrees away. I am in the mountain village, and you are silent according to your temper. Just like you flew to catch the bullwhip, we drank this glass of wine. My father let alcohol burn in our blood, just like you raised seven children. Very painful, father. Let's stick to your quality and bury our love in our hearts. Write calmly on Father's Day. Father is old: He is old and is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran. He is being blocked by the horizon bit by bit. My father is old, but my wife's courtiers have gradually become the days of the emperor. There are many happy baths, some people prepare clothes, scratch their backs, write and draw pictures, some people shake fans, pour ink, eat vegetables, fruits, autumn rain, autumn rain, and some people are covered. In the days of kings and emperors, there are also stories about how he used his skills as a student cadre to catch up with girls in the city when he was young. Since then, duckweed has never left the rice seedling, and his career of polishing has flourished. He said that the stars and the sun are so proud, and the orange oil lamp waiting for his return at night is his imperial father. Yellow mud overflowed the chest hall, and he became emperor without moving the red flag.

Father: When I was a child, I avoided loofah and looked at the stars in the sky under your serious eyes. When I grow up, I hook my arms and look at the sea. Busy is empty. You drew rules and left a childish wind, and I remembered the grievances of my childhood. Fish, jackfruit and oranges in the pond, and some naughty ones you left behind. Jiaozi wrapped her endless touching and warm hands, her eyes softened at any time, and there was a fine rain on the phone: wine is her father's hobby. My mother nagged and lit a lot of cigarettes. The air is uneasy and difficult to hide in my father. At this time, my father blushed and lowered his head to say for sure that this will be a difficult poem for you and me. -Inscription (1) Childhood always wakes up in the middle of the night. Watching you pay homage to your youth, you mark your back with fatigue and rotate like a tuo.

You said that the factory is also your child, and it has been stuck in your chest, but I hate this child. He occupied all your eyes and made me as poor as I was in the 1970s. I carved my mother's rough hands and sore back into the calendar, and after several years, I looked over and over again in front of you, watching your dark skin show blood.

And my mother's lips gradually lost their voice. She insisted on making a gesture and whispered repeatedly that your shoulders were thin and haggard in those years when I lost you. (2) My transparent bones are gradually hardening, and I feel a sense of flying in generate. You say you want to open up a sky for me, then sharpen your sharp mouth and resolutely peck through the warm old nest.

I am rising in the airflow, so I can't bow my head. When I bow my head, I will see your wings, losing their luster inch by inch. (3) The wind in the city is dry and red-hot, and your hard expression is drained and becomes soft and relaxed.

Like a clock, you wait for old age in disorder. I am amazed at the rapid proliferation of white on your head. My weak fingers bend and bend, and I can't hook back the dark man. You bid farewell to spring quietly, never expecting a hug.

I put a spell on the years, and you are still getting old. You are the cloud on my head, sowing rain after rain for me.

When June comes, I want to hold all the passing winds. Yes, I have promised to see your burning orange smile on a sunny night.

Dumb song-to father: He is not others, he is just an old man. He doesn't need praise, I just hope he can live better-the topic of spring is too far away, and the world has stopped making noise because his father is old. The blazing flame is fading. It was a windy afternoon in April and the harsh white suddenly hit me. His knife is blunt, so he can't raise the white flag. I really don't know how long it will take. I want to call him, but my throat is full of pain. This old man with a hunchback is my father. Compared with previous years, he has lost a lot of weight and can't lift his knife. He can only let himself grow old on June 7. One year is missing, and the past spring is always depressing. Spring is a flying carriage for him. He is the driver who is trapped in the dark and uses himself as a torch to illuminate the road and guide the direction. He will meet a river called the abyss. I grew up there, he is getting old, and invisible hooks will hang mercilessly in his body. As a son, I am pale and redundant.

In this world, only my father is responding to the voice of the world. The deafening young river has dried up, and he always thinks of his grandmother and his suffering mother on the shore. At the foot of a mountain called Feihuling in Hu Aishu Town, it is said that there are his roots and ancestors. If you go on without hesitation, there will be spring. I know that one day the old trees at the entrance of the village will wither and the birds enjoying the cool will fly away. I also know that one day I will sit next to him, as old as him, and I am still his son, learning to be silent. In this difficult deep water, we have remained silent. Now, only one old man is trapped.

A soldier who can't lift a knife is dangerous. He likes to sit alone in memories and let the sky turn black slowly.

4. Praise my father's poems, mourn my parents and give birth to me.

The Book of Songs has no father or mother! In The Book of Songs, my father gave birth to me and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nursed, cared and answered me. The parents of The Book of Songs are highly respected and their children are well educated.

Motto couplets are a father's virtue and a son's legacy. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.

(Tang) Han Yu people see boys and girls as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. (Tang) Wang Jianquan is his parents; The rarest person in the world, brother.

Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but few can succeed.

(Song) The father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui (Southern and Northern Dynasties).

5. Praise my father's ancient poems, mourn my parents and give birth to me.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

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6. Praise my father's famous poem 1 My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me, raise me. Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! -"Ge E" Pre-Qin: Anonymous

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

My father knew I was here, and Xiao Xuan turned on the water for you. -Song Sushi's "Send Jia Nemei"

The elders in my hometown saw this letter from my family as if they saw me, and my home here will always be open for you.

3. Sandong was temporarily learned from Confucianism, and Qian and his wife were also cultivated from their father. -Lu You in the Song Dynasty, "Watching Children Playing in the Village"

I studied with my teacher for three months in winter, and went home to work with my father and brother when I was busy with farming.

There are grass in front of the mountain and behind it, and the door is covered when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. -Song Cao Ye's "Northland Leisure Thinking"

The front and back of my house are covered with grass. I go out all day, and the door is closed. I often miss my own flesh and blood in the distance, so I want to come out and see how the old people in the countryside enjoy family happiness with their children and grandchildren.

5, Wu Yun broken ruler book, how do you hate these two places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times. -Song Lingyun, "Remembering Father"

Translation: Wudi tree, Yanshan cloud, divided into north and south, suppressing news; Two places and one road in Wan Li, there are so many sad thoughts. How can one say that only in dreams can one worry about the eternity of Chang 'an? How many times have my soul visited you in the wind and asked my father how is your life and health?

6. Look at your father. Father said: Oh! Give the child a service, and there will be no night. Tang Shenzai, still come! Endless! -the pre-Qin dynasty lost its name, "I'm sorry."

I climbed the lush mountain and looked at my old father's hometown. I seem to hear my father sigh: alas! The son of evil karma serves in the distance and works day and night without rest; Take care of yourself. I hope you will come back soon and don't miss your hometown!

7. Ancient poems about father: the main author and theme of poems about father;

1, "Like a Poor Girl" Mei (Northern Song Dynasty)

Daughter of the poor by the water, crying while walking. She said that there was a father at home, except for her daughter, and there was no Ding Zhuang. The county magistrate dared to refuse to accept the attitude of the county magistrate to betray him. If you don't detain the governor, the dragon will carry the staff. Before leaving, please ask your neighbor for help, hoping to help the weak woman. Just now, I heard from my fellow villagers that he was very upset when he asked them about his father's whereabouts. Sure enough, my father froze to death on the river bank in the cold rain. My thin woman has no one to rely on, and my father's body can't be buried. My daughter is not as good as a man, but I am alive. What can I stand? Touching the cavity and shouting at the sky, whether I am alive or dead is really a dilemma!

2, "Good Song" Cao Xueqin (Qing)

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable! Where will the past and present be? There is no grass in the wasteland, and everyone knows that immortals are good, but gold and silver can't be forgotten! In the end, I only hate getting together. I have closed my eyes for a long time. Everyone knows that fairies are good, but only a good wife can't forget them! You said your good things on your birthday, and when you died, you left with someone else. Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their children and grandchildren can't forget them! There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety for children and grandchildren?

3. About my father

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy.

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

No father, no king, all animals. -Mencius

Virtue and incompatibility are inseparable, if life is not easy, if beauty and evil cannot be moved. -Lv Chunqiu

Filial sons don't flatter their relatives, loyal ministers don't flatter their princes, and courtiers prosper. -Zhuangzi

Those who are closely related to their relatives are willing to settle down at will and are extremely filial. -Zhuangzi

The owners' meeting, which breaks the long and continues the short, is not worth the loss, reaching the article of love and respect, and the beauty of righteousness is also cultivated. -Xunzi

The nature of heaven and earth, people are expensive; Man's trip is greater than filial piety, and filial piety is greater than strict father. -"filial piety, holy chapter"

Parents are the foundation of people. -Sima Qian

Respect is better than three animals. -Worried

If the father and son don't believe it, the family will be at odds. -Wu Zetian

The cultivation of dutiful sons is also fun and does not go against his will. -The Book of Rites is an ancient poem about filial piety.

There are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, which can be raised. -Book of Rites

The year of parents is indispensable. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius

When Meng asked about filial piety, Confucius said, "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"

Parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius

Young and old are orderly. -Mencius

I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. The world is in your hands. -Mencius

Being a dutiful son is nothing more than respect for your loved ones. -Mencius

Only filial piety can relieve worries. -Mencius

Father and son are close, monarch and minister are righteous, husband and wife are different, young and old have a chat, and friends have a letter. -Mencius

What is more important? Things are big; Keep, which is bigger? Make it bigger. I have heard of people who can serve their loved ones without losing their health; I've never heard of anyone who can serve their loved ones without their bodies. Who is not doing something? Birds of a feather flock together, and things are based on it; Who doesn't keep it? Keep your body and keep your base. -Mencius 4. Classical Poetry

The truth of benevolence, relatives also; The truth of righteousness, from brother is also. -Mencius

Unreasonable, inhuman; You can't be a child if you don't like your relatives. -Mencius

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao

People who live in harmony have a prosperous family. -Lin Bu

Everyone has filial piety. -Su Zhe

Old people stand, young people don't sit, old people sit, and life is sitting. Before you respect your elders, you should lower your voice and ignore them, but this is not appropriate. Advance is inevitable, retreat is inevitable, ask why, and it is already fixed. Li Yuxiu

All parents love their son. -Chen Hongmou

It's easy to be quiet when serving parents. Don't yell at them for trifles. -Zhou Bingqing

The elders asked, don't bully; The order of the elders, don't be late; Older people give, but dare not return. -Zhou Bingqing

If you value wealth and ignore your parents, you can't be the son of human beings. Zhu Bailu

8. What idioms are there in the poems praising father? Mother is the world, and his wife and mother are good. Meng Mu has moved three times, and her mother and son are deeply in love. The great mother is afraid. Motto: A loving mother loves her son, expecting nothing in return.

-Liu Han' an is pregnant in October, and the reward is light. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" A one-foot-three-inch baby, ten years and eight years of work.

-"Persuading Filial Piety" Mother said that the child is lying dry and the mother is lying wet. -"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety" The mother does not watch, and the child is uneasy.

-"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.

-The Song of Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. I don't know my parents. -"Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. -Tang Hanyu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.

-The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Tang Mengjiao yesterday, choose a neighbor.

In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. -the three-character sutra succeeded, and everyone is a friend.

But only mother-she is the partner of failure. -Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me.

-The Book of Songs has no father or mother. -The Book of Songs has a son but doesn't like it. Don't sigh without a son. -Tang Han shows people that boys and girls are good, but I don't know that men and women make people old.

-Tang's father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed me, caressed me, raised me, nurtured me, protected me and answered me. -"The Book of Songs" The father is not kind, and the son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.

-Yan Zhitui in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was no virtuous father and brother in his life, and there was no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. -Lu Song Gong Zhu In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.

-Fei Xiaotong.

9. The poem praising father's love is about father's love 1, "A Mountain of Father's Love", holding a tender hand in the wind and rain, recalling the sweet and soft arrangement of heaven. If life does not mercilessly split kindness, maybe you have more wonderful cause and effect. Wandering a farewell letter, brave choice, greatness, continuing the love between father and son, entertaining children and looking forward to their future. 2. "The way of fatherly love" is accustomed to your advice, warm harbor, the destination of trauma treatment, and meticulous care. I miss my children's soaring, daydreaming, ignorance, flirtation and persistence, and meet the rainbow-like glory ... I have heard many rumors and want to know what kind of livelihood concept you have in your thinking space, whether it is responsibility or game, or not to indulge in the youthful charm of acting. When your back is like a giant bow, your sweat * * * melts the hot land, regardless of the fire, frying and baking, full of joyful expectations, but leaving a string of sighs, echoing in the green grass, the smoke from the kitchen under the lonely lamp in the sunset, heartfelt confession, helpless emotions, haggard eyes, engraved with deep memories, I suddenly saw that I had never sung a song about my father's love for you. The river crossing the years confuses loyal eyes like water, making dreams bitter and sweet ... Living is gratitude for fate, and death is also an interpretation of eternal love. 3. Grateful heart leaves are floating in the air, forming a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of Dashu 62616964757A 68696416FE78988E6983313337336 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.

We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love, we moistened the true feelings of the world, thanked our parents and gave us precious lives; Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn; Thanks to our friends for their sincere help; Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment. Thanks to in my heart forever.

4. When Father was hazy, my father was a mountain. I can always see it from a distance when I sit on his shoulder. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine. Only then did I realize that my weight was so heavy. Now, father, you are a profound poem. The son silently read the tears and shed them gently. 5. "Father loves silence" Father, although you don't talk much, I heard what you wanted to say in silence, and I saw everything you paid for me for free. If maternal love is like water, then fatherly love is a mountain; If maternal love is tolerant, then paternal love is leading; If maternal love makes us feel warm, then fatherly love makes us strong; If maternal love is meticulous, then paternal love is silent; Let's thank our father for his silence in sign language. 6. "Father's Love" says that the wind can make the stone strike; It is said that rain can rust steel; It is said that time can bend your spine.

Only your will is indomitable and unchangeable. Provoke the burden of family life.

What is it that challenges the limits of human beings and makes the thin flesh bear a thousand pounds of steel? Is it to let the children escape from the father's love? What makes the father's back bent by the hardships of life, but makes the child's back straight? What makes a serious father smile at a letter and a short message? It is my father's love for children who work thousands of miles away. What makes my father take out his treasured old wine on New Year's Eve? It is a father's love to be reunited with his children. 7. "Father" A cow walked on the street of the city, covered with wrinkles in the sun, and cultivated wheat fields in the hall of the building. There is sweat flowing in the deepest part of the flower bed. This is a red paradise, not a cowshed at the foot of the south wall. A cow with no feet is standing in the granary. 8, "Father" Father is a towering mountain, holding me up with his solid and stalwart body.

Father, a long ladder leading to the sky, used his height to help me climb to the top of my dream. Father, a flowing river, injected my life's hard work and made me thrive.

Father, a poplar, used his shade to shelter me from the wind and rain in my life. 9. "Father's Love" The father is a river, and the years are flowing, telling the vicissitudes of the world. My father is a sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky. My father is a mountain with a tough backbone. The fragrant father loves the tall and straight earth like a mountain, which is deep and powerful, shielding me from storms. Father's love is like water, silent and gentle, smoothing my inner wounds; Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my heart for me; Father's love is like the moon, ignorant and elegant, which can give me hope even in the most cloudy days.

Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, which gives me the motivation to live; Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, which contains countless mistakes of mine. 10, "Parents" If the earth is barren tomorrow, don't tell my parents to rely on it, love is silent! -Inscription One day, I will climb Mount Everest and stand on the highest peak overlooking the foggy world: snow-covered, whistling, I don't want to rush to Yuan Ye again, and there is a tearful river destined to have a mountain backbone. One day, my parents will have an endless coastline, not only where I was born, but I have accompanied them through the whole autumn and winter in a blink of an eye. This river still feeds us and will never dry up.

Where my father put it, there is no stream. Can birds take the letter to the south? Mai Miao shouted in the high-risk loophole of violence. Stones ripple in the heart of every tree in the mountains. The leaves looked at me and smiled. Look around the deck. There is a smell of burning and seawater floating in the sea. In the wind, I am a nail on the deck, waiting for the spring breeze and my parents' lifeboat. If the earth is deserted tomorrow, don't ask my parents to stay. Love is silent.