A Tree of Affection, Nostalgia, Affectionate Love, Paper Boat - Sent to Mother, Mother, and so on.
1. "A Tree of Affection"
By Nuria Roca
How like a balsam fir
Lushly living in the earthly world
We are a leaf living on the tree
The leaves of our grandfather's life fell
The tender green leaves of our father's life sent out
The leaves of my father's life have fallen
The tender shoots of my life have issued forth again
The leaves of my life have fallen
And there are leaves of my son's life that are green on the tree
Heh Kindred Tree
Noble Tree
Evergreen Tree
Falling without end of life
Bearing leaves of verdant color that flourish
Thousands of years of living luxuriant green
Wonderful World Cognition Picture Book is a set of books that teaches children to cognize the world from the perspective of numbers, which is uniquely conceived to deepen children's sensitivity to numbers as well as facilitating the memorization of the corresponding themes. A Family Tree, Two Substances, and Three Useful Rs are linked by numbers to explain the family history, natural substances and man-made processing, and environmental themes such as reuse and reduce pollution.
Each book closes with a fun game and hands-on session, which is highly manipulative and enhances the appeal.
2. Nostalgia
By Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Nostalgia was a small stamp,
I was at this end,
and my mother was at that end.
When I grew up,
Nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket,
I was at this end,
The bride was at that end.
Later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,
I'm on the outside,
mother is on the inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is a shallow strait,
I am at this end,
The mainland is at that end.
Nostalgia is a modern poem made by the poet Yu Guangzhong. The poem expresses a sentiment of longing for his hometown. The poem also reflects the poet Yu Guangzhong's hope for the early unification of the Chinese nation. As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than thirty years, Yu Guangzhong's work is bound to bear the profound imprint of the times.
3. "Affectionate Love"
By: People like Jade under the Moon
I don't know the depth of my mother's love,
I don't know the trickle of my father's love,
Silently,
I am dressed up in my heart.
In the hidden spring,
into the blankness,
into the gravel,
into a trickle of fine water.
4. "Paper Boat - Sending Mother"
By Bing Xin
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
always keep - keep,
folded into a very small boat, from the boat thrown down in the sea.
Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,
and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I still folded them every day without discouragement,
always hoping that one would go where I wanted it to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason at all.
It was folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,
begging for it to carry her love and sorrow back to her.
The Paper Boat is a poem Bing Xin wrote on a sea boat on her way to study abroad in 1923, subtitled: Send Mother.
The three main themes of Bing Xin's early literary creation were mother's love, childishness, and nature. Written on the boat "Paper Boat", Bing Xin is facing the sea, to the heart of a child, sent to the mother of the poem, although only three stanzas of eleven lines, but the "three major themes" are blended into it.
In this poem, the poet stacked paper boats to play in the water by virtue of this childish game, sending their own nostalgia for their mothers, kindly and naturally create a dream-like sentimental mood, can not help but make people sad tears.
5. Mother
By Bing Xin
Mother!
The storm in the sky came,
The bird hid in its nest;
The storm in my heart came,
I only hide in your arms.
The poem "Mother" was written on a rainy day when she saw a big lotus leaf protecting a red lotus.
The whole poem adopts the writing methods of "expressing emotions through scenery" and "expressing the will of the object" to express the deep feelings for the mother. The author first dipped into the deep feelings of the strokes, depicting a rain hit the red lotus, lotus leaves to protect the rain lotus picture, the author thus associated with the daughter of the mother's attachment to the mother, the mother of the daughter's care. The author borrowed the scene lyric, object speech, and to lotus self-comparison, eulogize the great love of mother, natural apt, novel and unique.
2. Modern Poetry on AffectionMother
By the gravel road in my hometown
The deep well
There is your young face
There is your old face
The coathanger by the well
There is my diaper when I was young
There is my grown-up white shirt.
If there were peach blossoms in the spring
the petals of the blossoms
would be your thoughts, and you'd say:
"Son, remember to call! Remember to call
on your free vacation
to bring a girl home
to show your mom and dad
the water in the well by the rocky road
is still clear
the peach blossom trees at the end of the village
there will be a springtime
but I'm drifting around the city until the moon is full at the middle of the Autumn Festival
and I'm not going back to the city until the moon is full.
Wandering from building to building
Every time you call me
Every time you tell me not to tire myself
Every time you talk about the changes in my hometown
Every time you talk about the girl who grew up next door
Every time I listen to you, I feel so warm and cozy
I feel so young
Every time you sigh for me for being so uneducated.
My kind, pure mother
The clear well water is not as good as
The kindness you have given me
My kind, dear mother
The peach blossom tree in the spring
is your figure
It will always be the most beautiful scene in my son's mind
Father
The most beautiful scene in my heart is the peach blossom tree. fanfuyijie
By the city wall of the years
There are hands that dance with the wind
The affection along the way
In a rhythmic language
Tell me to go far away from school
Outside, you have to get along with others
Outside, you have to build up a man's spine
No matter what happens to thunder and lightning, the rain and the wind are fierce
I will always be a man of the world, but I will always be a woman of the world, I will always be a woman of the world, and I will always be a woman of the world,
But don't bow your head and stop
Your passion for life
Yes, father, my beloved and generous father
You have set an example for me with the shadow of your life's struggles
It is hard for me to reply to the tears I've shed
Allow me to bury my gratitude deep in my heart
And to remember that there is a kind of selflessness called selflessness. Remember, there is a kind of selflessness called dedication
Please also believe, there is a kind of responsibility called gratitude
3. Modern Poems about AffectionIn Memory of Grandfather (Two Songs) By: NWNW Your loud coughing and shovels finally piled up a grave on an unfamiliar hill, and that became your homecoming and my resting place I can sit here and look out at the slanting sun, but the heaviness of the soil buries your sight, so that I can only look out at the distant horizon, and I can only look out at the distant horizon. I can only think of you from the distant horizon The dampness of the soil is a handful of tears from last night's pillow I want to climb up the stairs to build a fire and wait for you to come and warm my legs Then there will be a long period of loneliness, like now when I can only think of you in empty memories The pear trees you planted with your own hands are full of snow and the house you built with your own hands is full of dust The gossip of my grandmother's sighs lengthened the night and made me sleepless and I will join my fathers and mothers and follow your example to be a man on the horizon. For two years you just lay there and didn't say a word, letting us speculate about what was going on in the blue sky, so I'm going to stand on the yellow earth and say that you'd better close your eyes tightly when the clouds are full of teardrops 2003.4.16 at Northwestern Teachers' University In my dreams I'll be drenched in rain and search for you in the streets of the city, and the fires we once built together will dry the dampness in our hearts, because I believe one day you'll come back. Because I believed that someday you would come back and sit on the hot bed in the old house and chat with us maybe it was just a fictional event most of the time you drifted away and did odd jobs as a doorman and didn't come back for a few Chinese New Years later, when we got used to your absence we couldn't face the picture on the table the grass on the grave withered and turned green and yellow and when you got used to the humidity of the soil you would have let me stay with you and bask in the sun but a thousand days and nights have passed and we've been here since then A thousand days and nights have passed, but I've never seen you hobbling around again, so I'd like to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts, and I'll hold the remaining half-box of matches above my head, just like you did when I was a child, and I'll burn all the crops, and then I'll sprinkle them into the sky, and I'm sure that you'll be able to hear the grains of wheat laughing, and another city will be filled with sunshine, as well, and the world will be full of sunlight, as well, and you will have the opportunity to see the world, and you will smile brightly, and you will have the opportunity to see the world. When you came into this world, you smiled brightly, and when you left this world, I cried silently, you smiled brightly, because your smile was accompanied by a new life, and I cried weakly, because my cries couldn't prolong your breath by half an inch, and when I was little, you never hugged me, but I knew that you loved me, and when I grew up, and you couldn't hug me, I knew that I loved you, and when you were alive, my father told me that I couldn't exist without you, and that after you were gone, I told my father that we were the continuation of your life, and that we were the continuity of your life, and that you had to live for us. Living is the continuation of your life You have to forgive me I can't remember you all the time, but I promise you that I will never forget you, and even if I do forget one day, that beating pulse will remind me that your blood is alive and well in my body Dayan River - my nanny Dayan River, is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born, and she is a child bride, the Dayan River, is my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; I am also the son of the Da Yan River, who has grown up by eating the milk of the Da Yan River.
The Dayan River raised her family by raising me, and I, who ate your milk and was raised, the Dayan River, ah, my nanny.
You took me in your arms and caressed me with your large, thick palms; after you had built the fire, after you had patted the charcoal dust from your apron, after you had tasted that the rice was cooked, after you had put the blackened bowl of sauce on the blackened table, after you had mended your sons' clothes, torn by the thorns of the hillside, after you had wrapped the hands of your youngest son, cut by the woodchipper, and after you had put lice one by one on the shirts of your husband and children, and after you had taken the lice from your children, and after you had taken the lice from your children's shirts. lice on their shirts one by one, after you had picked up the first egg of the day, you took me in your arms with your big thick palms and caressed me. I am the son of the landlord, and after I have eaten all the milk of your great weir, I am led back to my own home by the parents who bore me.
Ah, Dayan River, why do you cry? I have become a new guest in the house of my parents! I touched the red lacquer carved furniture, I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed, I stared blankly at the plaque on the eaves with the words "Tianlun Syuele" written on it, which I didn't recognize, I touched the silk and shell buttons on my new clothes, I looked at my unknown sister in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kangstool with a fire bowl, I ate rice with white rice, but I didn't know what to say, because I was not sure if it was the right thing to do. I sat on a painted bedstead with a fire-bowl, I ate rice of white rice, which I had studied three times, but I was so coy and uneasy! I am a new guest in the house of my parents who gave birth to me. The Dayan River, for the sake of life, after she had run out of her lotion, began to labor with the arms that had held me; with a smile she washed our clothes, with a smile she carried the basket of vegetables to the frozen pond at the edge of the village, with a smile she sliced the turnips that were so thick with ice chips, with a smile she emptied her hands of the lees of wheat that the pigs had eaten, with a smile she fanned the fire of the stove for stewing meat, and with a smile she carried the dustpan to the square to dry the soybeans and the wheat, but the Dayan River, for the sake of life, started to labor with the arms that had held me. Those soybeans and wheat, the Dayan River, in order to live, after she ran out of her lotion, she used to hold over my two arms, labor.
Da Yan He, who loved her baby; for whom she was busy slicing sugar from the winter rice during the festivals; for whom she used to walk quietly to her house at the edge of the village; for whom she called out "Mom" when she came to her side; for whom she put his painting of Guan Yunchang in red and green on the wall by the stove; for whom she would praise her breasts to her neighbors. Da Yan He would praise her baby to her neighbors; Da Yan He once had a dream she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she ate her baby's wedding wine and sat on a brilliantly colored hall, while her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law." ...... ...... Weir River, loved her breast! Weir River died before she woke up from her dream. When she died, the breast was not beside her, when she died, usually scolded her husband for her tears, five sons, each crying very sad, when she died, gently called the name of her breast, Dayanhe, has died, when she died, the breast was not beside her.
Da Yanhe, with tears in his eyes, went away! With forty years of human life, with the insults, with the endless slaves of misery, with the coffin of four dollars and a few bunches of straw, with a few feet square of the coffin of the buried land, with a handful of paper money ash, Dayanhe, she went with tears. This is the Dayanhe did not know: her drunken husband has died, the eldest son became a bandit, the second died in the smoke of artillery fire, the third, the fourth, the fifth In.
4. Modern Poetry about AffectionWhat is a mother
A mother is a sweet smile
Like a lily in full bloom
A warm sunshine
That always shines in my heart
A vicious scolding
Just because I didn't answer the math paper well
It's the fact that I had two big pies in the morning
It's the fact that I had two big pies in the morning
It's the fact that I had two big pies in the morning.
It was when I ate two big cakes in the morning
And then she suddenly came to school at noon
To bring me a cake
It was when you asked her what day her birthday was
My mommy
And she said she didn't know
Mother, in fact, I would like to
Inspire the mountains that are far away from the sky to wind around
To carve a monument for you, who have been toiling so much
To use as a monument for the sake of the people in my life.
To store
Your words of wisdom
Mother, I want to
Stir up the slow-flowing waves in the valley
For you, who are dry and hard-working
To find a clear spring in your heart
To thank
For your unfailing kindness
Mother, I want to
For you who have been running around all your life
To remember the happy spring and autumn
To prolong
Your happy time
Mother, in fact, I want to
To catch up with the long-lost state of mind of writing poems
For you who don't want to be praised by other people
To write a full-blooded and true heart.
To confirm
Your great heart
Taken apart and put back together, put back together and put back together
After countless days and nights
At last, I've assembled my heart into
A precise balance
The left heart is filled with deep love
The right heart is filled with strong love
I'm not sure if I'm right or wrong.
What sways from side to side is the quiet mind
I carefully sharpened it into a fine pointer
Swinging between affection and love
After countless weighings, I finally realized
That no matter how much the years change the scale
Blood is thicker than water and affection will always make the pointer tilt from love to love
Because time is always like time, it is always like time.
Because time is always like a master magician
He always makes love as beautiful as fireworks
Passionately burning and fleeting
Returning to the calm only to realize
The world's most heartfelt love
In the end, it will also be a kind of
Eternal blood is thicker than water
Kinship
Long-time friendship flowers
The world's most heartfelt love is thicker than water.
The flowers of long-lasting friendship lose their fragrance and color
The air of long-lasting love heats up and cools down
Only affection is a wine buried deep in the ground that grows stronger and mellower
The Pacific Ocean is a vast place
But the pace of affection is strong enough to cross it
Mount Everest rises high above the clouds, who can compete with it
But the sound of affection is strong enough to cross it.
But the sound of affection is enough to fill it up
No vow was ever made
No blast was ever made
The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings
And it has traveled over 8,000 miles of mountains and rivers
No passion is ever expressed in the waves
No poetry is ever expressed in the springs of the pines
Affection is just like a clear lake
With its serene and quiet waters.
With her quiet face
Telling a sad and touching story of deep love
The sunlight reflects the occasional ripples
The breeze flashes phosphorescence
The whole lake rises and falls together, and is intertwined and blended together
It is just like the weather and rain of affection, which is selfless and devoted to each other
The modern poems depicting the "warmth of affection" are as follows "What are the modern poems describing the warmth of family ties?
2, half a life has been divided into lonely sleep over, mountain pillow sandalwood mark this.
3. The thought of love is like the depth of the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky.
4, see Zhu Cheng Bi thought one after another, emaciated branch for the memory of the king. The consequences of the thoughts, the body emaciated, mental trance.
5. More than 10,000 miles away from each other, the old man's heart is still there.
Interpretation: It is sent from my husband who is ten thousand miles away, and this silk, which contains my husband's endless concern and thoughts for me!
6. Modern Poems about AffectionLooking at my father as a child
My father is a mountain
And I am a bird in the forest
A bird can never be separated from a mountain
Looking at my mother as a child
My mother is a blue lake
And I am a fish
------ A fish can never be separated from a lake. Lake
The mountain gave me a strong character
The lake gave me the laughter of the water
The mountain evolved the feathers of my flight
The lake shed the scales of my swimming
As an adult, I look at my father again
Book My father has become a forest in the mountain
But I have become a mountain
House The mountain will never repay the forest's kindness.
As an adult, I look at my mother
------ My mother is a blade of grass in a lake
But I am a lake
Yellow The blade of grass will always shelter the lake's waves
Eternal mother
When I first open my newborn eyes
I first see my mother's unparalleled holiness
I see my mother's loving gaze, and I see her as a woman.
The first thing you see is the immense holiness of a human mother, the loving gaze and the tears of joy -
the eyes that stare at you without blinking
the instinctive rhythms of your hazy, ignorant heart
but you can't express your affection, only a fluttering of the limbs
the urgency of which makes you - - cry out loud.
After many days and nights of nurturing
Finally you sat up straight and straightened your little body
After adjusting your emotional and intellectual intelligence
Never waiting, you cried out the most precious first sound in your life
Your mother
You were the first one in the world to cry out. -Mother
This is the most touching and original cry
No matter how many languages are spoken in the world
Only this cry is absolutely the same
There is no music, no poetry
More touching than this cry
The Song of the Wanderer
The mountains do not want to send the sun to set. Sunset
The sentimental sailor does not want to sail away.
Hope beckons.
The outside world is my paradise,
The free heart is flying.
Mother, are you worried about me?
Mother looked at me uneasily.
Mother do you want my life to be better?
Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the train gas, the whistle ......
A hand clasped tightly through the window.
7. 15 ancient poems about affection1, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to pay you back for what you've done. I know from afar where my brothers are climbing up to the top of the mountain, and I see that there are fewer dogwoods to be found. （
3, Handan stage on the winter solstice, holding knees in front of the lamp shadow accompanied body. I think it's a good idea to sit at home late at night and talk about the people who are traveling far away from home. ***The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and I was a young woman. (Tang Du Mu: "Returning Home")
5, the young left home and returned to his old age, the accent of the countryside did not change sideburns decay. Children don't know each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guests come from. (Tang He Zhizhang: "Evening Book of Returning to the Countryside")
6, the sound of the book outside the mountain is broken, after the winter and spring. I'm not afraid to ask the people who come to me. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
7. The road is beyond the green hills, and the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the wind is blowing, and the sail is hanging. The sea sun is still alive, the river spring people old year. I'm not sure where to send my letters, but I'm going back to Luoyang. (Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan: "Under the Mountain of the Second Beigu")
8, Hu horses depend on the north wind, Yue birds nest in the south branch. --(Nineteen Ancient Poems: "Row by Row")
9. Parents are the best in the world; children are the most filial in the world. -- ("Aphorisms of the United States")
10, "I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old man in the west out of the Yangguan pass. -- (Tang Wang Wei "Wei Cheng Qu")
11, the light of the moon in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think of my hometown. -- (Tang Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts")
12, The young left home and the oldest returned, the hometown accent did not change the sideburns decay. --(Tang He Zhizhang's "Even Book of Returning to the Countryside")
13. My mother is a hundred years old, but she always misses her eighty sons. --(Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety)
14, Parents are highly virtuous; children are well taught. -- ("Aphorisms and Couplets")
15, where is the hometown, forgotten unless drunk. -- ("Bodhisattva Barbarian" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty)
16, Mother calls her son dry and sleeps dry, while her son shits and mother sleeps wet.
17, the mother's honor is hanging down, and the wu is sinking into a silent night stage.
18, Tonight the moon is bright, I don't know who's home the autumn thoughts fall. --(Tang Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Sending it to Du Langzhong")
19, The sad song can be used as a weeping, and the distant hope can be used as a return.
I'm at this end, the bride is at that end;
Later, nostalgia is a short grave,
I'm at the outer end, the mother is at the inner end;
Now, nostalgia is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end, the mainland is at that end.
2, "Poem to Mother" Modern: Bing Xin
Mother, for a long time, I have wanted to write a poem for you,
but I have written it many times, but I have not written it well.
Mother, this poem for you,
I don't know how to start, I don't know how to end,
I don't know what to write, just like when I was a child and faced with your harsh slap,
I don't know if I should be brave enough to accept it, or if I should choose to run away from it.
Mother, tonight I thought of you again,
I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written,
Even if you are far away from home, you can never read it.
Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason, it was folded by your beloved daughter with tears,
begging him to carry her love and sorrow back to her home.
3, "Mother" Modern: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips were on my temples, and I couldn't help pulling on your lapel as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to hold on to your fading figure,
Though the morning sun had cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still didn't dare to open my eyes for a long time.
I still treasured the bright red scarf, and I was so proud of it.
I still treasure the red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it,
lose your special warmth,
Oh, mother, is not the water of years equally merciless,
for fear that the memory will fade away too, how can I dare to open its screen so easily, for a thorn I cried out to you, but now with a crown of thorns I dare not,
dare not moan,
oh, mother.
I have often looked up sadly at your picture,
How dare I disturb your sleep, even if the call could penetrate the yellow earth? I have not dared to display the offerings of love in this way, though I have written many songs,
To the flower, to the sea, to the dawn,
Oh, mother, my sweet, deep, quiet remembrance,
Is not a torrent or a waterfall,
It is a flower or a tree that hides a waterfall,
It is a flower or a tree that covers a waterfall.
It is a dry well in the midst of flowers and trees, where no song can be sung.
4, "Mother" by Luo Fu
Mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as the morning sun,
as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and as hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When you raise your eyes, she is the bright moon,
When you lower your head, she is the mangled earth.
5, "Parental love" by Qiu Hai
Parental love is like a cup of tea, we need to savor it.
If mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;
then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true love, ignited the hope of our hearts;
then the father's love, will be to drum up the sail of our voyage.
9. What are the modern poems about affectionPoetry about affection 1, "in the world of affection" Nadan Feixia from the blood flow out of the spring water nourishing the small vegetable garden spring is full of life from the life to build out of the sentiment to maintain the harmony and happiness of the extended family from the inheritance of the virtues inculcated from the Huaxia land from generation to generation in the true love of the pay do not feel the pain and fatigue spoiling the love to cultivate a substandard more than not to love! Perhaps ...... affection is very strong and fragile good treatment of life, may be able to find the true meaning in the strong and weak 2, "affection" if the rain if the cloud affection, is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart, giving you warmth.
It is the ubiquitous care that gives you care. It is a signpost on the road of life, giving you guidance.
It is a bowl of porridge to quench your thirst. It is a piece of cotton when it is cold, to give you the cold.
It is an umbrella that protects you from the wind and rain on rainy days. It is a dependence when you are tired, giving you warmth.
It is the embrace when you are sad, give you healing. The affection, is the love that can not be cut! Is a strong love! 3, "the flavor of affection" Shanzi Haiyun smoke and wine anonymous fragrance, strong wine, that is the flavor of the father.
Meals are fragrant, fragrant and sweet, that is the taste of the mother. Ah, the flavor of the parents, is the happiness of the long winding.
Parents' kindness, how can I return. The chest and shoulders are broad, and the greatness is like a mountain, that is the flavor of the husband.
The warmth of love, devotion, that is the flavor of the wife. Ah, the flavor of husband and wife, is the vine tree depend on each other.
Husband and wife love each other, holding hands until old age. Covering the wind and rain, male style, that is the flavor of the brother.
Rouge fragrance, long friendship, that is the flavor of sister. Ah, the flavor of brother and sister, it is the harmony of the wind blowing the seedlings.
Brother and sister's care, how can I forget. The flavor of the younger brother is that he is innocent and naughty and playful.
Curvaceous, like a flower blooming, that is the flavor of the sister. Ah, the flavor of the younger siblings, is a beautiful fairy tale ballad.
The childishness of the younger siblings, jumping hope embers. 4, "affectionate love" Han Zhi I do not know the depth of the mother's love do not know the trickle of the father's love silently dress my heart with steps in the hidden spring into the bewilderment into the debris into a piece of trickle of the stream. 5, "affinity is a line" spring Fangfang affinity is a line holding you hanging me you cried, I cry, you laughed, I laughed at the mountain across the line of water! If one day I think I'll break my bones for you, I will. 6. Mother's love is like the smiling willow tree by the river, swaying with the feeling of thinking about her son, and her son is like the fluttering willow flakes, struggling with the obsession of homesickness. 7. "From the left side of love, we walk back to the middle of affection. When did we realize that the end of those stories was always without suspense, doomed to a quick and deep sinking of those eager eyes? When did the imagery of the years turn gray, and even the voices were as old as time? Have we ever taken a good look at my parents? Legends say that emotions are a game full of entanglements. We may be disappointed and saddened by the loss of love. An incidental gain: from love left to go will be in the middle of the family love you will not hate the choice at that time those capricious indifference and rebellious walk through the laughter of the mature soul will not give charity to the parents of more relief walk far away from the distance far away from the face of the memory of a phone call crowded with countless tears of love to go far away is still not as bad as a nagging parents are in the distance of the longing for the blessing of the blood and tears to watch the age of the following time to follow the passage of time will always be a tear Flow out of the unfilial son's repentance how I had banished a years of life and finally only have to bring love and parents to enjoy all the warmth of the pleasure of 8, "the tree of affection," Zhongmin a tree of affection like a camphor in the world of lush life we are living in the tree of a leaf of the leaves grandfather's life fell father's life tender green leaves and issued father's life leaves fell the tender shoots of my life issued my life leaves fell and there is a I found in my heart with their photos of the place has long been covered with dust at this moment my mood is self-blame for a long, long time perhaps never had this heart trembling innocent wrinkles damned white hair unconsciously devouring their wheel of the years and I am still secretly grateful that I grew up a year old to the cold season looked at the empty night sky breathing air is so clear the only point of hidden emotions is to say that the kinship! But it is hidden - 10, "life of affection" childhood affection like a coat inside full of warmth to give people care teenage affection like a piece of honey wrapped in an unknown flavor strange taste after the taste can always taste the sweetness of it, like the father's expectations in the wooden stick and the mother scolded in the care of the youth of affection like the lotus roots of the lotus root No matter when and where you can always feel the encouragement and support coming from the thin threads, middle-aged affection is like a container of the past and the future filled to the brim with running around and busyness in the midst of expectations and responsibilities. Old-aged affection is like the beautiful and short-lived sunset in the twilight, which is often fulfilling while sighing. -I have sunk in the middle of the sea and the deeper the water, the less oxygen I have, but I can't breathe because of it. When did the child start trying to learn how to swim, looking forward to the day when he could surface and kiss the sun and air. The "affection to know how to cherish" wind clear - the moon bright affection to know how to cherish with the years doubled cherish when you are in the prime of life to the relatives but frosty face do not grieve to know how to cherish the flowers and the moon we *** appreciate wading through the water and climbing the mountain we *** experience spicy, salty, sweet and sour we *** to pay the sadness, joy and bitterness of the joy we *** to enjoy what are all there is ah old age and disease, death and life, do not mourn to know how to cherish with the years doubled cherish borrowing 13,