Who has a little poem in praise of his parents, kneel and beg 5

Mom Mom, Mom, my dear Mom, the weight of life bends your once straight waist, I want to grow up quickly and help you carry the burden off your shoulders.

Mom, Mom, my kind mother, the wind and frost of the years have dyed your once flowing black hair, I want to become a cute little witch, and use magic to make you youthful and radiant.

Mom, my dear Mom!

Abominable wrinkles are all over your face, and I want to exchange the blood of my life for your healthy and long life.

Wanderer's Groan. Mengjiao.

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

This is a heartfelt ode to motherly love.

Your own poems.

Your own words.

Your own line.

1.The blue sky is a long time, a green and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast earth, and a vibrant people. What an opportunity for harmony between man and nature, the ridge of the field is a beautiful five-line this lap spectrum.

The grains fluttering in the wind are the dancing notes, the nine-song mountain road is the string of the heaven and the earth, and it is the light steps of the parents that pluck it.

2.I never let go of a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it, folded it into a very small boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea. Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't notice and discourage myself every day, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want him to go. Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he fell into a dream for no reason. Ask him to return with her love and sorrow.

The hymns in praise of parents are as follows:

1, "Father".

One side of water and soil, one piece of sky. You are a sign of the times. When we don't want you, we miss you. Woohoo, how many wishes are still unfulfilled, and how many blueprints are still unfinished. Your figure is like a majestic mountain, like the bright moon. Oh, history has not carried you, and everyone is talking about you.

2, "Parents' Love".

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs to be savored. If mother's love is a boat, we have grown old from youth to maturity; Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor. If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts; Then the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

3, "Mother".

I don't remember my mother, just in the middle of the game. Sometimes it's as if there's a song that swirls around my toys. It's the tunes she's shaking my cradle and humming. I don't remember my mother, but on an early autumn morning.

The fragrance of acacia flowers floated in the air, and the fragrance of morning prayer in the temple seemed to blow my mother's breath to me. I don't remember my mother, just when I came out of the bedroom pants to the window. Looking out at the blue sky in the distance, I felt as if my mother had fixed my gaze and filled the whole sky.

4, "Caring for Parents".

Without sunshine, there is no warmth of the day; Without rain and dew, there will be no abundant harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves. The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by springs. Caring for our parents makes it our responsibility.

There is a deep, genuine, and inexhaustible love between the child and the mother. This kind of love is the eternal spiritual pillar of children and mothers and the true value of our nation's survival, the following is the classic poems I have compiled for you to praise parents, I hope you will like it!

A classic poem in praise of parents [Classics].

Father's love is like a thin figure reflected in the hurried course of his children, and the deep wrinkles on his purple face are like the marks of his children's years.

The corners of his eyes, which are covered with dense crow's feet, have always been the brightest window in the hearts of children, and they are still so bright.

The unkempt gray hair has become a shelter umbrella for children to shelter from the wind and rain, and the dense weaving has become a beautiful scenery.

The thick calluses on the palms of the hands sharpen the trajectory of the children's lives.

Covered with countless small and tendonous calves, they are the crutches that children will never flinch when they move forward.

Father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic;

Father's love is a puddle of water, hidden deeply;

Father's love is a pair of hands, caressing his children through spring, summer, autumn and winter;

Father's love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.

A selection of classic poems in praise of parents

Mother's embrace is a warm embrace.

Holding the soft me, I grew up little by little.

Mother's embrace is a sweet embrace.

How many mornings wake up, I coddle in the nest.

Mother's embrace is the embrace of happiness.

No matter how old I grow, it will always be my harbor.

Mom's embrace, the place I'll always be attached to.

A classic poem in praise of parents [the latest].

Parents' Love》Parents' love is sunshine, warming all things.

The love of parents is rain and dew, nourishing all things.

A parent's love is a breeze that gently blows all things.

The love of parents is heaven and earth, and it contains all things forever.

That's the love of parents.

But what do we give to our parents? And how much did you do?

However, when the remnant sun has not disappeared and there is still warmth, take advantage of it and cherish it, and when it disappears, you will never be able to see ...... again

Only then will you experience the love of your parents and appreciate the beauty of loss.

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Summary. the love of parents; It's the winter sun.

Warming the whole world.

the love of parents; It's a summer breeze.

Cools every corner.

the love of parents; It's a torch in the dark.

illuminates every path.

There is too much love in the world.

But only the love of parents.

It is the most drunken warmth in the world.

He is not as good as love; Grant you dreams and romance.

It's not as good as friendship; Let you be frank and unpretentious.

It's not a teacher's affection; to keep you away.

It's just the ordinary of the ordinary.

The common of the ordinary.

The blandness of the bland.

But it is the first of all love.

It's so mundane that people often overlook.

It's so ordinary that people often forget it.

It's so plain that you can't see or touch it.

But it surrounds you all the time.

Accompany you every day.

It goes deeper than friendship; More true than love.

It is the crystallization of all emotions and the brightest beacon of human beings forever.

A little poem for your parents.

Hello. the love of parents; It is the winter sun that warms the whole world and the love of parents; It is the summer breeze that cools every corner of the love of parents; It is a torch in the darkness that illuminates every road There are too many feelings in the world But only the love of parents is the most drunken warmth in the world He is not as good as love; Give you fantasy and romance, it is not as simple as friendship; Let you be frank and unpretentious, it is not a teacher's feelings; It is just the ordinary of the ordinary The ordinary of the ordinary The ordinary of the ordinary The ordinary of the ordinary The ordinary of the ordinary But it is the first of all feelings Its ordinary makes people often ignore It is ordinary and often forgotten It is ordinary and invisible But it surrounds you all the time and accompanies you every day It is deeper than friendship; It is the crystallization of all love, and it is the brightest beacon of human beings forever.

This can be excerpted.

Two poems in praise of parents:

Parents' Love》Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor it.

If mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then my father's love will be the sail that will set up and puff up our voyage.

"Thanksgiving to Parents" has one word that is the most cordial, and there is a call that is the most beautiful.

There is one person who has the most gratitude for the Collapse Fiber Letter.

There is one kind of person who should be most grateful.

She is - "Mother".

He is the "Father".

Mom's hand was thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.

Daddy's waist was bent, and he gave me a straight back.

Mom's eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes.

Dad's wrinkles are deep, and Tuanlun he gave me beautiful youth.

Listen to your mother's earnest words.

Facing Dad's deep gaze.

We have long been accustomed to this kind of care and take it for granted.

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