40 sentences describing parents getting old

First, mother's wrinkled face is like a sand bucket of time, so powerless.

Second, my mother's old face, like a dead vegetable leaf the next day, is wrinkled!

Third, time is like a sharp knife, mercilessly carving a string of vicissitudes on parents' foreheads.

Fourth, my father's face is full of vicissitudes, and his vigorous steps become clumsy.

Mother's head is as white as snow, and years have left deep marks on her face.

6. Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Seven, I will always remember, with my growing back, with your years in exchange for my carefree happiness!

Eight, over time will make the skin wrinkled day by day. In my heart, you are always a young father.

Today, I suddenly saw that my mother's hair was dyed, and there was a lot of silver. ...

Ten, carrying me away from my father's bus, my father's thin figure gradually turned into a black spot and disappeared in the hazy morning light.

Eleven, the father's head has more and more white hair, wrinkles on his face have deepened, and his hands have become rough. My father is really a little old.

Twelve, dad's face is very thin and looks very spiritual. His face was bronzed, which is also the mark left by years.

Thirteen, thanks to my sisters, who helped guide me to grow up healthily, supported me to spend my youth, supported me to finish my studies, and extended their warm hands when I was in trouble.

14. Dad is much older and thinner. His sideburns have turned white and deep wrinkles have climbed up his cheeks, but his eyes are still so bright.

Fifteen, the years have cultivated on your forehead, and you have sown on the earth and harvested fruitful fruits; What you are old is your appearance, what you are not old is your beautiful mood; Happy Father's Day!

At the age of sixteen, looking at my parents' aging faces, rickety backs, frosty sideburns and clumsy steps, I began to regret myself. Regret your ruthlessness.

Seventeen, thin mother is the pillar of the family, she carries the whole family with a broad back, tired eyes and chapped hands, which is the result of her efforts. I love you, mom.

18. It was not until we saw our parents' first white hair, first lost tooth, and increasingly cloudy eyes that we really understood that we had grown up and our parents were really old.

19. My mother is in her thirties. The heavy burden of life made her lose her former style prematurely. Her rough sallow skin and silver hair make people feel that she is much older than her age.

Twenty, there have been several storms, and we have seen the scars left on the mother's cheeks by the years, which is the sustenance of the mother's love for her children; A mother's arched waist is a testimony that a mother cares for her children.

Twenty-one, mom, tall, duck-egg face with a straight nose. I have a straight nose in the corner of my eye. A few crow's feet are faintly visible in the corner of my eye, but there is also a clever look in my eyes.

Twenty-two, I will always remember how warm my hands are on my shoulders when the wind blows; I will always remember, with my growing back, with your years in exchange for my carefree happiness! Happy holidays to dad!

23. When I got home, I looked at my father in dismay. He is tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a faded military uniform and a pair of bright eyes embedded in his bronze face. There are already several wrinkles on the forehead.

I have a father who loves his work. He always goes up the mountain to mine before dawn every day and can't go home until dark. My hands are cocooned and my feet are cracked because of the long-term exposure to the sun and wind. There is always no smile on my father's face.

25. My father is no longer the strong father he used to be, nor is he still full of energy after retirement. Father is old, he is completely old, and life has completely turned him into an old man.

Twenty-six, life has made me sensible, and life has also made my parents a lot older. Looking at the wrinkles on my mother's face and the white hair on my father's temples, I can't help but feel distressed. I am so glad to see the two of them laughing. They love me so much.

Thank my lover for giving me many unforgettable memories, a nearly perfect relationship and a family that is not completely harmonious but always warm. Let me relive it again and again in the years to come, so I want to be happy.

28. Father's Day is coming. I want you to work hard and have a good rest. I want you to be old and beautiful; I hope you are frugal and handsome. I want to give you a little trouble and a little satisfaction. Father's Day is coming. I wish you health, happiness and happiness.

29 years have passed inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, my father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther, and my mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop and read a warm story in a book, and you will have a moving heartbeat.

Thirty, your rough fingers record your hard years, your wrinkled face engraves the vicissitudes of your life, your rickety body bears the responsibility of the whole family, and your meticulous laughter is the greatest encouragement to children. Father's Day is coming. I sincerely wish my father a long and healthy life.

3 1. When I close my eyes, all I can see is my parents working hard for me. I saw my father with a whip, plowing against the rising sun; Seeing my father walking on the ridge of rice flowers, his face reflected the joy of harvest; Seeing his father hunched over, he laid baskets of stones on the road behind the house.

Mom, please see me off at the station when you leave. Looking at you, I suddenly feel sad. You are only in your forties, but your hair is already gray and wrinkles have climbed up your face. Every gray hair, every wrinkle, is a testimony of your efforts for work and children!

33. Father is a river, passing the years and telling the hardships of life. Father is a sea, holding up the sun and flying ideal wings. My father is a mountain with a strong backbone, watching the fragrance of the earth. A tired father will always be a simple chapter in my heart! Father's Day, Dad. You should have a rest.

Thirty-four, my father sweated on his body and tried to hide it in his heart, always saying that he was not tired; Father is brave and resourceful, and his emotions are in his bones. He is always silent. My father's years are written on his face, and his vicissitudes are written on his back. He always says that he is not old. Father's Day is coming. Children wish you a pine-like body and a flower-like mood, be happy every day and be young forever.

Thirty-five, the two thick black eyebrows are dignified and decisive, the resolute forehead contains the wisdom of * *, and the deep lines show the hardships of the fighting years. The most striking thing is that there is a black sideburns on that handsome young face, which is deeply embedded in the eye socket and sharp as a sword.

Thirty-six, one count, my mother is forty years old this year, how fast! When I opened the photo album, I saw that my mother was slim and had a delicate and beautiful face when she was young. Ruthless years have carved wrinkles on my mother's face, and now my mother has a slightly middle-aged woman's figure. Only then did I realize that we made my mother tired today.

37. Looking at my mother, I froze. My mother's thin figure was reflected in the light. My rickety back bends for me, leaving me with a tired expression, and my chapped hands are also working hard for my life. Tears filled my eyes. I stood for a long time in the rustling autumn wind.

38. Looking at my parents' aging faces, rickety backs, frosty temples and clumsy steps, I began to regret myself. Regret your ruthlessness and cruelty. In the eyes of the world, I can't find a trace of my parents' youth; On my parents' kind faces, I clearly saw the traces of years and wind and rain.

My father is the editor of a composition newspaper. Due to long-term fatigue and sedentary, his back is a little hunched, his hair is much whiter, and many wrinkles have climbed on his forehead. These are out of proportion to his 40-year-old age. No wonder my mother often says, "This work is too hard, and editing is an aging agent."

Forty, my father is old and my mother is old. I never thought about it. In the first two years after graduation, for various reasons, I only wanted to travel alone, but I never thought how worried my parents were. Even though they were worried, they never asked me for anything. Now it suddenly occurred to me that my parents are in their fifties and sixties, and we can only live with them for decades, and we may even lose them. This feeling haunts me and makes me feel even more unfilial. When I think of Xu Xiake's sentence "Parents are here, don't travel far", I can only understand his mood at that time. When we were young, we were really selfish and only cared about ourselves.