Very good!

Children are out, homesick day and night, and insomnia in the middle of the night. Looking back on that year, Xiang's father and mother were thoughtful, so was Cheng Feng, and they should be like this, and they sang it at will to ease his heart and pay special tribute:

When a mother is pregnant and tired in October, it will be very hard overnight. Parents want their children to be born day after day, and the mother's life is dying. Working hard to raise children, children are not sensible and often angry with their mothers. Parents are all for me. Babbling is called "mom", and my mother cried with joy. It's much more difficult to learn to walk. I can't get up when I fall. It hurts my children and my mother's heart.

The enlightenment study began, and the new Chaoyang was busy cooking early and sending the children to the campus to leave. Birds return to their nests, and people return home. At dusk, Yinger asked him what he had learned and answered his father's smile one by one. Parents with sick children are more worried. They sought medical advice, sweating all over and their clothes were all wet. They look haggard in front of the hospital bed, more like sick parents. My parents lost weight after illness, but a tired heart is sweeter than honey. Cooking cigarettes turns green and white every night 12 years, and I have never blamed myself and comforted myself.

Sending children to study in Gu Chang 'an and leaving their parents outside the Great Wall is a kind of homesickness, and the customs outside the Central Plains miss each other. At home, I don't cherish myself. I am closer to my hometown thousands of miles away. Only then did I know that people are family and the moon is also my hometown. My roots are in the grassland, and my dreams are lingering: I am laughing and enjoying my family with my auspicious father and loving mother. When I wake up, my dreams are gone, and I live far apart.

The end of the year, close to home, busy with parents and family. Seeing you again a few months after leaving home is the heart of returning to China. Joy lies in words and expressions, and anxious to return's words are true. A mile away from home, I know it. The wind is biting, and my parents will meet me at the station. Be caring and attentive. Suddenly, I saw my parents hiding their heads in white. My poor son was so sad! Going home all night, what I have seen and heard in the past six months. They lived together for more than ten years before. My parents are in a big house, but I feel empty and cold. In a blink of an eye, there are not many days to get together. I think it is half a year. The tramp's body is tightly sewn with clothes, and the bag is filled with heavy luggage, which shows his father's love for his mother.

I didn't know my parents' kindness when I was a child. I didn't sleep tonight. Ming and Qing Dynasties: Parents love their children, and it is always rare to be filial to their children. As the saying goes, when you are in power, rice is expensive, and when you adopt a child, Xiao Fang's parents are kind. Children know that lambs kneel and crows feed back. People say that they will be poor after 90, and they only know how to ask for it. Born after the tide of reform, he reached out and lived in the open waves, with no worries about food and clothing. I always feel that food, clothing, housing and transportation are better than people, and I have never cared about my parents. You only know that money changes everything, but you can't earn it without sweating. Institutions of higher learning, with vast buildings, do not think about learning and love to enjoy. It is scared all day, and idles away its youth while studying. Parents are worried about their children's hard work, so it is difficult to expect fun. The telephone spread to these two places. Only report happiness, not bitterness. Children always believe in the truth, how do you know the hard work and sweat? It's easier to talk and laugh than to practice, and it's hard to repay your parents when you step into society. A generation knows that a generation is dead and will always be filial to their children.

It is also a pleasure to confide in a few words in the form of ancient Chinese, to send my heart to my parents thousands of miles away.