The crow has the meaning of feeding back, and the sheep knows the grace of kneeling on the breast.

When the water drops, it will repay you.

but how much love has the inch-long grass will receive three blessings.

The bees sip honey from the flowers and thank them when they leave. The grandiose butterfly believes that flowers should thank him. -Tagore

People help me and I will never forget it; I help others, don't remember. -Hua Luogeng

Every favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that devours it. The benefactor gets there wherever he wants to drag him-Don

ingratitude is worse than lying, vanity, rap, drunkenness or other evil virtues that exist in the hearts of vulnerable people-English proverb

Scumbags are always ungrateful: ingratitude is originally a despicable part-Hugo

ungrateful people fall into difficulties, It can't be saved-Greek proverb

If a person is indebted and then turns against his benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and be more vicious than an irrelevant stranger. He can only explain his ruthlessness by proving the guilt of the other person-Thackeray

Gratitude is the smallest of virtues, and ingratitude is the worst of vices-English proverb

Ignorant people want to do something good. Little magpie plucked out her mother's feather, thinking that she had repaid the kindness of raising her-Tibetan proverb

Parents' kindness, water can't drown, fire can't be put out-Soviet proverb

Father's kindness is higher than mountains, and mother's kindness is deeper than the sea-Japanese proverb

Know your parents' kindness, hold your children and grandchildren in your arms-Japanese proverb

Only when you raise your children can you know your mother's hard work, and the woman can know how to thank her. If you don't raise a child, you don't know how to repay your mother-China proverb

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, teased me, bred me, nurtured me, cared for me, replied me, went in and out of my belly, and wanted to repay my kindness.

I was so confused that I could repay my kindness with grass.

I was lonely at night.

the cold cream wafts from the temples, and the skirt falls in spring and the brow rises in autumn.

in 32 years, the storm poured down, the rain disappeared, and my mind was like a tide.

I remember my loving mother's hard work for half a lifetime, kneeling down to suckle lambs, and repay the present.