A poem praising family: "I love my family"
Although the washing machine stopped
The clothes haven't been wrung dry.
Chicken soup is smoking on the stove.
The mop sewage is being washed.
You are as tireless as a machine.
Although it is a national day holiday.
You will never stop busy for a moment.
I came back from work.
See a neat and clean home.
Twist the washing machine in a hurry
Drain your fatigue.
You bury yourself in painting every day.
You water the evergreen tree with a brush.
As time goes on, the pattern is always changing.
What remains unchanged is your never-ending smile.
There is only one theme: I love my family.
I dragged you to lie on the wooden floor.
Absorb the warm fragrance from the board.
I opened the treasure chest.
Snuggle in your arms
Like a naughty boy who never grows up.
A poem praising family: "I love my family"
I love my home.
There are parents at home.
There is endless warmth at home.
There is sincere care at home.
It is permeated with happiness.
I love my home.
There are songs and laughter at home.
There is romance and warmth at home.
There is brotherhood at home.
That's the flow of families.
I love my home.
The true love at home moved me.
There is a deep affection at home.
There is a harmonious atmosphere at home.
That is a poetic rendering.
I love my home.
There is love at home.
There is mutual encouragement and progress at home.
Share joys and sorrows at home.
This is the responsibility.
I love my home.
Have a happy smile at home.
There is sunshine and rain at home.
Have fun at home.
It's a little memory.
I love home.
Home is the smallest country.
There are thousands of countries.
I love my home.
Sister, father and mother
I love my home.
Love my country more.
Only powerful countries.
Only when the family has money.
My home and country
inseparable
I love my home.
I love my country.
I will always love my family.
A poem praising family: "I love my family"
What a peaceful and warm home it used to be,
Now it's a crumbling nest,
How much joy and bitterness played down the aftertaste of wind and rain,
Recall the past again; Sighing in the aftertaste of this moment,
Duckweed is always broken,
A filament binds the impulsive heart,
Several times in my dream, I saw my mother's tears when I waved.
Road, looks like a condensed figure,
A silent call makes you more determined to walk.
A poem about praising home: home.
I have a happy nest.
There are father and mother at home.
This is a harmonious family.
No arguments, no scolding.
I have a good father.
Work hard every day to bring home the bacon.
I have a good mother.
Busy here and busy there.
I love this, my home.
This family is neither too big nor too small.
That's enough for you, me and him.
Even though there are many sins in this family.
I still love this family.
Rats, cockroaches and spiders are not afraid.
Because there are mom and dad.
Even if we have to move.
Do you still miss this home?
Small beds and stools are all here.
Gently shed tears on the bed.
Secretly wipe the tears off your face.
Move to a new home with joy.
Dad is sweating like a pig.
Mother tries to change her white hair.
I look at you, you look at me.
Tears rolled down his eyes.
I love my parents.
Reward when you grow up in the future
Time flies like an arrow.
Parents' health is declining.
Don't blame the child for my ineffectiveness.
It will take several years to repay the debt.
Appreciate your future success.
Buy a car and a house in return
Let me know here.
Thank you, mom and dad, son.
A poem praising family: "I love my family"
Distant courage has faded,
Endless crying can't go back.
That desire—
Not everyone can taste it.
The sun shines on my heart-warmth,
Leng Yue according to the pain in my heart.
That expectation—
Not everyone can have it.
How many people understand the pain in the night sky,
That's the pain that can't go back after passing away,
Let's have a perfect home.
Embrace the warm sunshine.
To taste the happiness.
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