Sad sentences describing parents' old age

Lead: Looking at my parents' aging faces, rickety backs, frosty sideburns and clumsy steps, I began to regret myself. Next, I will introduce you to sentences and articles that describe the sadness of parents when they are old. Welcome to read them for reference!

1 sentence describes the sadness of parents when they are old 1. Father's face is full of vicissitudes of life, and his vigorous steps have become faltering.

Second, 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!

Third, the bus carried me away from my father, and his thin figure gradually turned into a black spot and disappeared in the hazy morning light.

Fourth, 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 and happiness.

5. Over time, the skin will be wrinkled day by day. In my heart, you are always a young father.

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 painstaking efforts for work and children!

Looking at my parents' aging faces, rickety backs, frosty temples and clumsy steps, I began to regret myself. Regret your ruthlessness. 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.

Eight, once a few storms and a few flying flowers, we saw the scars left by the years on the mother's cheeks, 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.

Thanks to my sisters, they 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.

Ten, my father is old, my mother is old, and I don't feel 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.

I will always remember that I grew up with my back and exchanged your years for my carefree happiness!

12. Today, I suddenly saw that my mother's hair was not dyed and there were many silver threads. ...

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

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

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

Sixteen, 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 hard work. I love you, mom.

Seventeen, the years pass by 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.

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

19. 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.

Twenty, dad is much older and thinner, his temples have turned white, and deep wrinkles have climbed up his cheeks, but his eyes are still so bright.

Twenty-one, "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. Father is a mountain, standing firmly on his back, watching the fragrance of the earth. My father, who has been working for years, will always be a simple chapter in his heart! Father's Day, Dad. You should have a rest.

22. 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-three, 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.

Twenty-four, 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.

Twenty-five, my father was sweating like a pig, trying 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.

Twenty-six, my father is no longer the strong father he used to be, nor is he still energetic and energetic when he retired. Father is old, he is completely old, and life has completely turned him into an old man. -Liang

Twenty-seven, fatherly love is a clear spring, so that your emotions are still pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years.

Twenty-eight, 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-nine years old, my mother's face, like a dead vegetable leaf the next day, is full of wrinkles!

Thirty years, like a sharp knife, mercilessly carved a string of vicissitudes on the forehead of parents.

3 1. 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.

32. 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."

Thirty-three, how many mountains in Cui Wei cannot outline your greatness; How many extraordinary years can't describe the wind and frost on your face, dad, thank you for everything you have done for me. Happy Father's Day!

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

Thirty-five years old, my mother's head is as white as snow, and the years have left deep marks on her face.

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.

Thank my lover for giving me many unforgettable memories, a nearly perfect relationship and an incomplete but always warm family. Let me relive it again and again in the years to come, so I want to be happy.

Thirty-eight, life has made me sensible, and life has also made my parents old a lot. 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. Watching them laugh, I am so glad that they love me so much.

Thirty-nine, looking at my mother, I froze. My mother's thin figure was reflected in the light. My rickety back is bent for me, my tired expression is left to me, and my chapped hands are also working for my life. Tears filled my eyes. I stood for a long time in the rustling autumn wind.

Forty, 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.

Forty-one, those two thick black eyebrows are dignified and decisive, the resolute forehead contains revolutionary wisdom, and the deep lines show the hardships of the fighting years. The most striking thing is that this handsome young man has a face with black needles and sharp eyes shining like swords.

Time flies and time waits for no one. Yes, time never mistreats anyone, but it never treats anyone well. Time is like a sharp sword. No, it is really a double-edged sword. Time makes our babbling babies who can never walk or eat old, but it also makes our parents old. ...

Years have left traces of vicissitudes on their cheeks and foreheads. Time flies, more than ten years, I have become a slim girl, and my parents already have silver silk. I still remember having hot meals when I came home from school every day. Four dishes and one soup, simple but harmonious. I think as long as I can see my parents' smiling faces every day, it is the greatest happiness. Another afternoon as usual, I came home from school happily and wanted to tell my parents that my grades today have been greatly improved, with more than 90 points. I'm really happy. I wanted to tell my parents the good news, but I knocked on the door and there was no sound inside. At this time, the neighbor came out with a bad expression. He said faintly, "Little girl, your father is ill." Looking at my neighbor's unhappy eyebrows, I began to bang drums in my heart, and suddenly I had a bad feeling. I don't know how I got the key from my neighbor. The whole person was shocked.