Songs in praise of parents, songs in praise of parents

On the cross of poetry.

Dedicated to my mom in the north.

I was crucified to the cross of my poetry.

To complete a parable.

In order to obey an ideal.

Sky, rivers and mountains.

Chose me and asked me to bear it.

A sacrifice that I am not up to.

So, I put my heart.

Hold it high in your hands.

That was pained and blissful.

A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.

It was because of anger and desire.

Expand and shrink your heart infinitely.

My heart is projected by gaze from all angles.

It glowed like a rainbow.

But I'm tired, Mom.

Put your hand on my burning forehead.

I offer the flowers of my sorrow.

Although it was scorned, trampled into a mud.

I gave up my original innocence.

Although it is desecrated, shrouded in a cloud of suspicion.

I stretched out my hands pure and shyly.

Plead with all who have departed.

They all turned around.

I don't hide my weakness.

Even the wobble of my black hair.

It has also become a part of the world.

Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lantern on the bay.

Words in my eyes.

Words produce sounds.

Waves surged in all directions.

In order to move the hearts that have not yet been touched.

But I'm tired, Mom.

Put your hand on my burning forehead.

The sun caresses me.

Flowing on my thin shoulders.

Wind and rain erode me.

Change my childish face.

I was crucified to the cross of my poetry.

Ren cheered like a chorus.

The stars fell like a rain of stars.

A condor like a damnation.

Pecking at my five organs every day.

I don't belong to myself, I belong.

The parable, the ideal.

Even if that's it.

I became a fossil.

That was my singing.

A life that has been blessed.

Closed blinds will be knocked open.

The rosewood still climbs.

Open though I'm tired, Mom.

Help me to stand at the forefront of the battle line.

The poems that sing the praises 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 unfinished for the fierce bridge. Your figure is like a majestic mountain, like the bright moon. Oh, history has not carried you, and everyone is talking about you.

2, "Grateful Parents".

There is a word that is the most kind, there is a person who is the most grateful, there is a person who should be thanked the most, there is a person who should be thanked the most, she is - "mother", he is - "father", mother's hand is thick, she gave me a gentle touch, father's waist bent, he gave me a straight back, mother's eyes are dazzled.

She gave me bright eyes, Dad's wrinkles deepened, he gave me beautiful youth, listening to Mom'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.

3, "Parents' Love".

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs to be savored. 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 the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

4, "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 was in the hall from the bedroom 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.

In the ordinary daily life, everyone is most familiar with poetry, different poems, their language art expression of language style, characteristics, skills are different. So what kind of poetry is more infectious? The following is a collection of poems I have compiled about singing praises to my parents, just for reference, let's take a look.

"The Father".Tenderness is water.

Play against you. A thousand-year-old endgame.

You lure me across the river with your honorable year.

I'll bet your youth on you.

Your car rushes left and right.

Sweep through my defenses.

My horse is in camp step by step.

Straight to your lair.

My father played a game of discordant chess.

I can't destroy your moat.

You can't attack me. Crystal Palace.

"Parental Love".Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs to be savored.

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 the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

"Thanksgiving, Resident in My Heart".Leaves fluttering in the air,"Grateful Parents".There is one word that is the most cordial, and there is a call that sounds the most beautiful.

There is one person to be most thankful for.

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.

Daddy's wrinkles are deep, and he gives 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.

"Mother".Your pale fingertips tread my temples.

I can't help but feel like I was a child.

Hold on to the hem of your shirt tightly.

Oh, Mother. In order to keep your fading figure.

Although the morning light has cut the dream into a wisp of smoke.

I still didn't dare to open my eyes for a long time.

I still treasure the bright red scarf.

I'm afraid that the raccoon will make it.

Lose your unique warmth.

Oh, Mother. The flow of time is not just as ruthless.

I'm afraid that my memory will fade as well.

How dare I open its drawing screen so easily.

I cried out to you for a thorn.

Now with a crown of wattles, I don't dare.

Don't dare to **

Oh, Mother. I often look sadly to your **.

Even though the call can penetrate the loess.

How dare I disturb your rest?

I don't dare to display the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I wrote many songs.

Give the flowers, give the sea, give the dawn.

Oh, Mother. My sweet and deep nostalgia.

Not rapids, not waterfalls.

It is a dry well that cannot sing in the shade of flowers and trees.

"The 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.

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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