Joke Collection Website - Blessing messages - A little poem praising mom and dad.

A little poem praising mom and dad.

Who brought us into this world? Who raised us? Who can best accommodate all our good and bad? Those are our parents. Only they can selflessly dedicate their lives to us, nurturing, educating, caring and caring for us until we die. The following is a poem praising mom and dad. Welcome to read!

Parental love

Parental love is like a cup of strong tea,

We need to savor it.

If maternal love is a ship,

Take us from youth to maturity;

Then fatherly love is the sea,

Gave us a happy harbor.

If mother's true feelings,

Ignite hope in our hearts;

And then my father's love,

Will be our sail.

parents

You are like spring.

Nourish my ignorance with youth

Indulge in my naughty.

You are like summer.

Take pains to manage my life.

Tolerate my unruly.

You are like autumn.

The joy of autumn harvest

Can't hide your vicissitudes of life.

You are like winter.

There is no posture of standing proudly.

Only gray hair is left at the temples.

Your life is like four beautiful seasons.

The life building where I have devoted my efforts.

Parents and hometown

The pace of a year is approaching.

Parents' heart sounds penetrated the wind and fog.

I know you may not come back.

Countless times, I can look at the solitary tree full of village heads.

Every day from the whistle of hope to the disappearance of the rear of the car

Rotating eyes are full of too many words.

Listen to the vicissitudes of life.

Children are spring flowers in the eyes of parents.

The cold wind can't blow through love.

Thinking is selfless and noble.

The lullaby was written by mother herself.

Who is at the bottom line of * *, watching the young trees thrive?

It is my parents who are sleeping soundly.

What's there?

It's hard for us to give up all our lives.

There is a rainbow on the horizon.

Or beautiful flowers

No, it was the wanderer's footsteps that stayed at the street corner of childhood.

This is the kite string tied to the kite.

Hometown eaves, campus fields

Looking at the moonlight in my hometown

Through this eyeful of light

Let peace of mind spread to the spoony night sky.

My thoughts go with the wind to touch my hometown.

Then, I wrote a song in the cloud.

Comfortable waiting for your chord.

Fly with dreams

Fly to the place where I want to remember.

The above is the content of a poem praising mom and dad that I recommended. What the hot sun can't melt is affection, what the strong wind can't blow away is affection, what the heavy rain can't get wet is affection, and what Leng Xue can't cover is still affection. She is as pure as a lily, and as calm as a mountain.