The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.
Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Bi Ma Lao Huang Jingren
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
In the west, I resigned from my mother's grave and went to bed.
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Feng/Liang Zhu Liao Xingzhi
My mother is very kind and lives a long life. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days. Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother. I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life. How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.
Wu Xie Kaifu Fan Luo Aohuang Tingjian
Fold up fragrant light clothes and bring spring scenery into the book curtain.
When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.
At first, it was Huang Tingjian from Hu Aishan.
The wind and the snow cap are in another forest, and the purple swallow oriole is in late summer.
The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.
How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains.
I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.
Send it to Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian
Fortunately, Zhang Gongzi, clear autumn should be bitter.
Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.
Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu.
Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.
Xuanmo Yitu Wang Mian
Day lily >>
What poems do I thank my parents for? Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
This song is the best! !
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. Poetry >>
Bai Juyi, grateful to his parents' ancient poem "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao"
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
This song is the best! !
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. It's an inch of grass, and you get three spring rays.
Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
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.
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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.
This modern one is also very good, both parents have it.
Thanksgiving Poems for Parents: Thanksgiving for Parents
We grew up in the sunshine of love.
We nourish our true feelings about the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will remain in my heart forever.
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-I thank my bluff 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.
Don't forget to say "thank you"
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.
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 person who should be grateful most.
Yes-"Mom"
Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.
My mother's hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.
Mom's waist is bent, and she gave me a straight back.
Mom's eyes are blurred. She gave me bright eyes.
Facing the mother's affection
Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.
We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.
But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
Motherly love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully. Please enjoy the essay "A Pack of jiaozi".
A bag of jiaozi is insignificant, but mother's love is touching.
Let us live a happy life and grow up without worry, which is the wish of all parents. Moderator A: If maternal love is a ship, it will carry 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.
What can I thank you for, my parents!
The love of parents is endless.
We keep all our goodwill in mind.
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A poem expressing gratitude to parents. The thread in Meng Jiao's loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
What are the ancient poems about thanking parents?
1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May. At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha. Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together. Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children. Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, Daibei ... >>
A complete collection of ancient poems about thanking parents for loving their children endlessly and wishing to return to their hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Grateful to my father's poem "Seven Laws". Feel the father
Sixty-eight years of hard training, dragons and snakes dance in vain.
Idle books should have a lifelong dream, and piccolo can't blow the dust for half a lifetime.
Who grows plum trees in the West Garden? In exchange for watching the flowing clouds at dusk.
The pen and ink on the desk is still the same today, and there are two pounds hanging in front of the wine door.
I miss my father on the night of the summer solstice in February.
On the solstice of summer, relatives leave, and the rain spreads sorrow.
Where can I find nectar when I have a jade plate in my hand?
Cold nights make people sleepless and toss and turn.
Touch the piano and show kindness, listen to the bell and Philip Burkart.
Looking at the stars is like seeing your father, accompanying you.
Thoughts of taking a photo with my father when I was a child
In the flowers of the past,
Playing with cranes, children talk nonsense.
I haven't come back yet,
Hating the weather is not a fake year.
Ode to Jiang's father
Wandering geese are alone in the south,
What's wrong with the cloud stirring?
After several storms, I saw the sunset several times.
Always sitting together talking about vicissitudes of life,
Looking north often, I miss Huaiyang.
Unexpectedly, the evening scenery gradually faded.
If the country does not support it, it will be hurt by illness.
Rebels leave home, where to tell their hearts?
When a day is the longest in a year,
People are dying and the rain is crazy.
There are also many poems thanking parents. Here are some, I hope I can help you!
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
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