Grateful parents recite the manuscript 1: grateful parents
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's the mother?
He's the 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.
Grateful Parents Recitation II: Parents
You are like spring.
Nourish my ignorance with youth
Indulge in my naughty.
You are like summer.
Take pains to manage my life.
Tolerate my unruly.
You are like autumn.
The joy of autumn harvest
Can't hide your vicissitudes of life.
You are like winter.
There is no posture of standing proudly.
Only gray hair is left at the temples.
Your life is like four beautiful seasons.
The life building where I have devoted my efforts.
Grateful parents recite draft 3: mother
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Grateful Parents Recitation Draft 4: Parents and Hometown
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.
Grateful parents read the articles related to the manuscript:
1. College students recite three words of thanks to their parents.
2. Thanks to my parents for reading 3 articles.
3. Appreciate your parents' recitation
4. Thank your mother for reciting 3 essays.
5. Three poems thanking parents.