A poem or essay about a metaphor in praise of one s parents

Father Quote: All glorious words will never belong to you.

Mine only knows one and two.

Farmer father--

It's just a full moon, and you already know.

Father, is a concept.

It is a noun illuminated by black earth and black forest.

Small eyes stared, this big man.

I warmed him with the most primitive cry.

of the upper limbs and lower limbs as well.

Those days when they were slippery by the rain.

As a child, I rode your hand into the school.

Thou hast stretched out, the hoe of the world's things.

For me, a party was dug out.

Bigger than the village.

Father, I am your fullest stone.

Father, you are my most perfect shadow.

It was dark and I lived in the book.

It's dark and you live in the mountains.

Father, this decade.

We haven't met.

That day, I went home.

You are still saying that the people of the mountains live strongly.

You are not old, the old is the mountain.

Now, I've grown into a big tree.

The leaves are facing the sky, and the roots are not in your hands.

Father, those watermills and fences.

Is it still silent in the moonlight.

Also staying, on our doorstep.

Where I ran away from home.

Those polished stone flakes.

Turning hoops.

Whether or not, have their own home.

Father, tonight.

I am another grain of wheat.

Walked into another grain of wheat.

It is a deep bread, and the steamed bun is deformed.

-Appearance. Tonight, I don't want to go home on a windmill.

I'm going to fly, along with the maturation of May.

Father, you are tonight.

I never rust nails and old houses.

For thousands of years, the only pain I couldn't contain.

1. Whoever says an inch is careless will be rewarded with three Chunhui. - Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

2. After 30 days of hard work, the mother is getting fatter.

Muttered words, brushed sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead to the branches of the garden.

Raise your wings and don't look back, and fly with the wind.

Male and female chirped in the air, and the sound was not returned.

But into the empty nest, chirping all night sad.

Bai Juyi's "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

3. Mother! You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, the raindrop in my heart is coming, except for you, who is my green shade under the unobstructed sky? — Ice Heart.

4. Mother's love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and like the big tree in the mother's robe, let me shower in the bright spring light, and grow vigorously like grass through the green shade of the big tree. - Zhang Conghui.

5. Oh, Mother! My sweet and deep nostalgia is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees. - Shu Ting.

6. Mother's love is a warm wind, blowing away the snow and bringing infinite spring.

7. Mother is a high mountain, containing all things, feeding us to grow and strengthening our body and mind.

8. Mother is a big ship that carries us to the sea, to pursue the mystery of life, to explore the magic of the world.

9. Mother's love is like a cup of strong fragrant tea, it brings us fragrance when we are hungry and thirsty, mother's love is like a round of fiery sun, it brings us warmth when it is cold, and mother's love is like a bright street lamp, pointing us out the direction when we are lost.

10. Mother's love is a drop of nectar, kissing the dry soil, it uses the warmth of the drizzle, with the perseverance of diamonds, looking forward to the fertility of the sparkling crushed soil.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, is densely sewn before leaving, and he is afraid of returning late.

A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Han Liu An.

In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Han Yu Mu Yi Hui Tong tube, Wu Su Shen Mang Silent Night Terrace. "Collection of Aphorisms".

The line in the mother's hand, 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. Tang Mengjiao.

Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off. "Three Character Classic".

Mother, the first parent in the world; Mother's love, the first love in the world. The word is strict.

The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love. When Ziyan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs

What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son. The word is strict.

Parents Degao; Good education for children. Aphoristic Couplet

Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child. Tang Hanyu.

People see that it is good to give birth to boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. Tang Wang built the world's all-in-one parents; The rarest brother in the world. "Aphorisms".

Being a parent is the best in the world; As a child, the world is filial piety. "Aphorisms".

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs

If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; If the brother is not a friend, the brother is disrespectful; The husband is unjust.

The woman is not going well. The North and the South are pushing Yan.

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are few successful people. Song Lu Gong wrote what his parents wanted, and I will continue to describe it; What my parents recount, I love. "Aphorisms".

In the eyes of parents, children are often part of themselves, and children are their ideal self again. Fei Xiaotong.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. (Mengjiao).

The mother is the silent rain in the wax field of Kaizhou when spring returns to the earth, and the child is the wheat that is thriving and tasseling in the wheat field

The mother is a ray of quiet moonlight sprinkled on the edge of the window, shining on the sleeping face of the child in the cradle in front of the window

The mother is staring at the warm sun on a cold winter day, and the child is a small tree bud bathed in the sun after the snow melts