What are the poems thanking parents?

Thank your parents for their poems.

1.

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.

2. Motherly love

There is a kind of love, wherever you are.

I can feel her warmth.

There is a kind of love, no matter what your life is in danger.

I can feel her heartbeat.

You are happy, and she is happy.

You are sad and she cries.

Only she

Never need to cherish.

But never forget.

3. Father

Hazy time

father

This is a big mountain.

Sit on his shoulder

Can always see far, far away.

Be rational

father

This is a stubborn bent pine tree.

Only then did I find out.

My weight is too heavy, too heavy.

But now

father

You are a profound poem.

My son reads silently.

Tears flow gently

4.

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 used to this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

be

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.

165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day.

Although it is far away,

But the grateful heart, grateful feelings will always stay in my heart.

We keep all our goodwill in mind.

Let's say "thank you"

Yes, there are too many people to thank on our growth path.

Because they let us live a happy life,

Because they let us grow up carefree,

We laughed in the sunshine of love.

We thrive under the nourishment of the true feelings of the world.

He who is always grateful is the happiest.

A grateful life is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to be grateful-be grateful for everything around me, because they have given me room for healthy growth.

Team members, let's learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and be grateful for life.

Thank your parents for their poems.

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 used to this kind of care and take it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

be

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.

You taught me how not to miss?

Look at the stars in the sky

The white hair on your temples rises and falls in front of you.

In a calm sea, there are also rough moments.

Maybe I really miss you.

Maybe I really want to go home.

Tell your concern with tears.

Let me call you "mom!" Here we go again.

We keep all our goodwill in mind.

Let's say "thank you"

Yes, there are too many people to thank on our growth path.

Because they let us live a happy life,

Because they let us grow up carefree,

We laughed in the sunshine of love.

We thrive under the nourishment of the true feelings of the world.

He who is always grateful is the happiest.

A grateful life is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.

Team members, let's learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and be grateful for life. If I were a lonely boat,

Mother, like a bright light in Wang Yang, stands quietly.

If I were a flower bud,

Mother is like the rain and dew in the morning, silently moistening.

If I were a fish,

Mother is like a stream in a mountain stream, quietly feeding me.

If I were a kite,

Mother is like a long line in the wind and rain, gently pulling.

If I were a bamboo shoot in spring,

Mother is like the beautiful sunshine in early spring, shining warmly.

If I were a seedling,

Mother is like fertile soil in the field, ploughing deeply and carefully.

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