Talk to your parents separately

Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was. I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. When I think about it, tears in my eyes can't help falling.

Mom, by the river in the east, are those footprints still there? On the dam in the south, did my boat with pen-and-ink drawings blow away by the wind and not be submerged?

My father is a big mountain. Sitting on his shoulders, I can always see far away. When I was sensible, my father was a stubborn bent pine, only to find that my weight was so heavy. Now, my father, you are a profound poem, and my son silently reads tears and flows gently.

6. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives twice during holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

7. Father, I love you! Thousands of thoughts, frozen in the air, raise the wind to blow to you, with my blessing, with my thoughts, with my great blessing, thinking of you is my happiness, my beloved father.

8. Mother, I often stare at the familiar old house, lie on the hot heatable adobe sleeping platform and look for me on the yellow paper on the roof.

9. I miss my parents, and my children will always be my parents' living fossils. They tried their best to hide their weak hearts, secretly made vows, completed the New Year's memorial service with successful careers and happy families, continued a hope and conveyed anxious greetings.