A short poem about the love of parents about 50 words .

Parental Kindness -- Written to parents all over the world.

The first cry.

It tore the world apart.

Gently open your eyes.

It's wet for the season.

Dancing language.

Only parents can read it.

Countless dark nights.

It's all your singing.

Awakened the dawn.

Countless dawns.

And make your smile again.

Revel in the night.

Father is your sunshine.

Mother is your moon.

You are the hope of your parents.

Clouds in the sky.

It is the meticulous care of my father.

Stars in the night.

It is the mother's meticulous care.

Your restful sleep.

It is the greatest comfort for parents.

A robe of and a splash of urine.

You walk in the hands of your parents.

You grew up in the eyes of your parents.

Now--- you are like a flying kite.

Fly to the end of the world in the care of your parents.

With a flick of a finger.

Ten years, twenty years, Chinese New Year's Eve.

It's like a passing cloud.

My mother's hands were branded with deep calluses by the years.

My father's hair was dyed white with snowflakes by the years.

Maybe a greeting from you**.

It will make the parents cry.

Maybe you often go home and see.

It will give the parents a break from their hanging worries.

Maybe you're eating your own light meal.

It will make your parents reminisce about your childhood.

The kindness of my parents.

Love is as deep as the sea, and blood is thicker than water.

I remember ---

My heartbeat is my parents' world.

My parents' heartbeat is my world.

Wanderer's Groan. As for fatherly love, I have not yet experienced it.

The poems about parental love are as follows:

1. Everyone wants to be smart, and I have been mistaken by being smart all my life. I hope that the child will be foolish and reckless, and there will be no disaster and no difficulty to the minister.

Translation: Everyone gives birth to a child and wants the child to be smart. But what are the benefits of being smart?

I was jealous of others because I was smart, and I was mistaken for my whole life by being smart. I only hope that my son will be stupid and dull, and there will be no disasters and disasters, and he will be able to become a minister.

2. The line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Translation: A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand. Make new clothes for children who will travel far away. Before leaving, she was busy sewing tightly, because she was worried that the child would not return if she went. Who can say that a little filial piety like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?

3. The new green between the branches is heavy, and the small buds hide a few points of red. Cherish your heart and don't vomit lightly, and teach the peach and plum to make a spring breeze.

Translation: The newly grown green leaves between the branches of the begonia are layered, and the small flower buds are hidden in the middle of which are slightly red. You must cherish your fragrant heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossoms and plums bloom in the spring breeze.

4. Husband Shang Zhizhi is clever, don't follow the humble world. From the previous flat road, the Thousand Sages and All Saints passes.

Short poems about, father's love, mother's love:

Prozac Collection. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

Reminiscing about the fifteenth year and still being a child, healthy as a yellow calf coming back.

Before the court, the pears and dates are ripe in August, and the trees can be a thousand times a day.

Now he is fifty years old, and he only sits and lies down for a few walks.

Forced to provide laughter for the master, sad to see the career of the trouble.

The entrance is still empty, and the old wife sees me in the same color.

The idiot didn't know the father-son etiquette, and called the angry rice to cry in the east of the door.

Translation: When I was young, I was carefree, healthy, energetic, and full of vitality.

When the pear jujube is ripe, the young Du Fu frequently goes up the tree to pick it, at least a thousand times a day.

But now due to old age and weakness, it is difficult to move, so I sit and lie down more and walk less.

He was unwilling to bow his head and lower his eyebrows all his life, but he was reluctant to laugh and greet his master when he was old. I can't help but feel sad and full of sorrow.

As soon as I entered the house, the walls were still empty, and the family had no surplus food, and I was destitute. The old husband and wife were relatively speechless, and their faces were full of sadness.

Only the idiot was naïve and ignorant, hungry, and screaming angrily at the kitchen door to the east.

Crossing the Liaoshui. Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian.

Crossing the Liaoshui, go to Xianyang for 5,000 miles.

When they came, their parents knew that they were in the next life, and they wore their clothes again as if they were going to die. Missing.

There are also white bones returning to Xianyang, and the camp family has its own hometown.

On the day when there should be no return, the horse looks at the Liaoshui side.

Translation: Leaving Xianyang, this is a long journey of 5,000 miles, and before I go out, my parents already know that this number of closures will be across the sea, and it is difficult for the ecological army to meet again. When I was leaving, my mother made some new clothes for me, as if she was afraid that I would never return, and if I died on the way, there would be no clean clothes to bury.

There were also conscripts who sacrificed and were sent back to Xianyang, and the military commander petitioned the emperor to let the martyrs' hometowns serve as conscripts. Thinking that he was really pitiful, he would never come back when he was away, so he felt infinitely sad in his heart, and stopped at the edge of the water at a loss.

Mountains and rivers (poems about the love of parents) Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, If I can observe the mountains and water from all sides, If I can personally hold the mountains and hold the water, I will definitely float to the deepest part of the world, to pursue the full joy! The benevolence of the mountain, in and with the accommodation of towering ancient trees, also hugged any small grass that was willing to stop. The wisdom of water is allowed in the past, and only the flow is her only fate.

Mountain, willing to stick to it; Water cannot fulfill a short life; Like the key to prosperity in the water, which cannot open the glass door of eternal life, the mountain hopes that the smile will stay on the face of every Pirang people. Like the heart that time cannot take away, the water prays for the smile she gives more, more ......Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water! The mountain sits in seclusion, still running in order to wait for the water, in order to pursue.

One starting point, one goal. The beauty of life lies in the process. He stood on the top of the mountain and sang the ballad of water.

She sat on the banks of the river and read the reflection of the mountains. Everything was so beautiful, all of a sudden. Like a time that is entwined with love, it lasts forever.

Maybe it's a look back, Maybe it's a ** old friend who has never burned the bureau to look at each other, all the way to the answer. Father's love is as straight as a mountain; Mother's love is like a meandering ...... waterHe exists only to say hello, standing tall on the mountain. Tenderness in the deep pool.

When the flower of life withers, the body is returned to the mountain, and the tears at the bottom of the eyes give water. Father's love becomes a mountain, and mother's love turns into water!

Poems about father's love and mother's love are:1. The line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt. ——Meng Jiao, "The Wanderer's Yin, Welcoming the Mother's Drift".

2, go to the mother river beam, and look at the tears in the white hair. - Huang Jingren, "Farewell Mother".

3. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at the Twilight".

4. Whoever says an inch is careless will be rewarded with three Chunhui. ——Meng Jiao, "The Wanderer's Yin, Welcoming the Mother's Drift".

5. When you meet, you are thin and thin, and you ask about the hardships. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at the Twilight".

6. The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard. - Wang Mian, "Mo Xuan Tu I".

7. When I came, my parents knew that they were in the next life, and they were like dying when they put on their clothes. ——Wang Jian, "Crossing the Liao Water".

Poems about parental love Modern poems are as follows:

One: Get used to your advice, that warm haven, the destination of spiritual healing, and meticulous care. Nostalgia for children's soaring reverie, ignorance and stubbornness, satisfying the rainbow-like splendor.

I have heard a few gossipes, doubting your thinking space, what kind of livelihood concept you are pretending, whether it is a responsibility or a game, or just performing film arts, indulging in the lights of youth. When your back, like a giant bow, sweats and melts into the heat, ignoring the frying of the flames, full of joyful anticipation.

But there are strings of sighs left, in the wilderness of the green grass, echoing in the sunset at night, the smoke under the lonely lamp. The earnest confession, the helpless emotion, and the haggard eyes are all engraved with deep memories. And I have never sung a song for you, the way of father's love, and the annual rings of time.

Across the river of years, fascinated by the eyes that are as loyal as water, making the dream bitter and sweet. Living is the gratitude of fate, and death is also the doting of the interpretation of the phoenix.

Two: Holding the young hand, coming in the wind and rain, the aftertaste is sweet and soft, the arrangement of God, if it is not life, ruthlessly separating the kindness, maybe you have more exciting, cause and effect wandering, sealing the letter, a brave choice, great, continue the love of father and son, entertain for the child, and look forward to the future of the child.