1, finally can rest a while, raising children know the hard work of parents, late at night when it will be especially homesick, miss the elderly parents at home
2, I do not want to stay up all night, parents give life, cherish life is the most basic return. Miss the days when a person falls asleep.
3, the first day of 20xx year, in this, at this moment miss parents and family, miss family, miss you
4, miss miss miss, really want to go back to the past, carefree, parents and how to scold, or still still heartache you, how you tantrums, they are still caring about you
5, if you can go back to the childhood that's so good, if you can, I don't want to grow up for the rest of my life. Don't understand, that way, parents are still there! Every day in all miss the heaven of you, good think good think
6, finally back to my warm home, there are about 5 months have not seen the parents, very miss. Comfortable!
7, miss the snowy hometown, miss the faraway parents smile, miss the warm nest at home, miss the mom cooking soup.
8, at this moment. So miss my son, miss my parents, miss my siblings, miss my grandparents, miss home
9, almost every year before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I miss my parents, I will look up at the moon, to support the feelings of longing, perhaps because of this, so dependent on it, to trust in it!
10, recently always miss home, miss parents, miss the feeling of snow.
11, when I was a child, I felt that I could not leave my parents, and I felt that independence was a terrible thing. Grown up, have their own children, and away from the heart is the child, parents and what a way to miss it? Suddenly found that the world seems to be countless repetitions of the cycle
12, yesterday's New Year's Eve is actually quite happy. Feel the different people's way of life, but also more miss parents, miss you.
13, the longest time between two and a half months did not go home, Ma Ma called me to ask me to sit in the car back to where, midway can not get off, after hearing this, suddenly feel that their hearts really hard, no matter how good or bad parents will always be the most miss their own people. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.
14, 26-year-old I always feel that I am still a child when all my behavior was dissatisfied with others aggrieved like a child crying like a fool most miss my parents only parents are the most tolerant of my most accommodating me the most love my people
15, the children are not around when you do not know how much your parents miss you. Over and over again looking at your photos, over and over again counting the arrival of the holidays. They don't say you think it's nothing, but suddenly hear the words that the heart wants to say, only to realize how much they really miss you. Perhaps, can not grow enough to give you a better, but thankful for the company now.
16, the first time to this place, but also the first time to go out alone, I miss my parents at home beside my friends and you, I will try to put together a piece of heaven to really begin to be independent of their own
17, sometimes I do not know what kind of contact between the child and his parents in the end, far away from home will be the time to hold on to and miss, the moment I stepped out of the door, mom said don't talk to strangers, put the mask on well, so that you don't have to talk to strangers.
19, miss my parents, miss the distant home. But must put down the burden, must live in the moment it is the direction is also the dream of the capital.
20, parents miss their children like running water, has been in the flow; and children miss their parents like the wind blowing leaves, wind blowing a bit, move a bit, the wind does not blow, will not move.
21, just want to commemorate this sleepless night. Helpless and lonely. Incredibly miss their parents.
22, miss their parents, and that home there in the sky and friends.
23, the new year is less than half an hour, do not want to stay in Wuhan. I want to go home and miss my parents and friends at home.
24, we really do not have the fate. 10 years. This time no longer miss.
25, ebb and flow of light, years like a shuttle, parents aging, bring me more is to miss and remember, faded young age of youth and fly out of the parents cage of excitement, finally flew out of the feeling of all kinds of, harvesting friendship, feel precious
26, have been to more and more places, more and more let me miss home; see more and more people, more and more let me miss you. I went home, parents waiting for me, and you are still waiting for me?
27, outside the window tick tock the sound of rain, in the cold dark night, can always evoke thoughts of a person, at this moment in your heart most miss who? First love, admirer, parents, children, or that hidden in the bottom of his/her heart?
28, separated for a week, miss my husband, always feel at ease around him, with the parents around the same peace of mind, nothing to think about so much, feel that he is enough.
29, sick a person to the hospital also do not want to tell their parents to let them worry about, miss the sad tears do not dare to take the initiative to contact, sad when no one can talk about it also do not feel lonely. This is a mature? No, I'm just afraid.
30, miss the meals of parents, miss their nagging me when I look so want to go home, but it is a luxury, in addition to the parents really no one will be truly good to you in the future, the road to love yourself, love your family
31, hate to part. To get used to the side of the people suddenly left, used to the feeling of emptiness and endless miss
32, New Year's New Year, 20xx has come, a lot of feelings, youth has long been away from us, really want to go back to the past, not because of the lost years, but want to go back to that sincere and pure era, living a simple and happy days, and parents, two brothers together, really miss that period of happiness! I'd like to go back to the past!
33, outside miss parents, back, and afraid of parents nagging, and their arguments, from childhood to see tired, your old man is not tired?
1, miss parents, that is a fairly long journey, need children, send off a lifetime, on the road, there is no colorful scenery, only deep thoughts.
2, miss parents, poor son, often brought back to the former consciousness, with the thoughts fly back to the hometown, standing in the inflection point of history and reality, become the protagonist of a story, chewing on those hard years, although close to the people who have passed away, but that familiar voice and face, hands touched the object is still in the village and the old house is still in the village and old house, the milky name and call,
3, mother. I often look at the familiar old house, lying on the hot dirt bed, looking for me in the yellowed paper on the roof.
4, mother, the east side of the creek, the string of footprints are still there, right; south of the dam, I pen painted the flat boat, whether the wind was lifted into the water.
5, the father is a big mountain sitting on his shoulders can always see very far away when I understand that the father is a stubborn curved pine, this is to find that my weight is so heavy so heavy and now, the father ah, you are a deep poem son quietly read the tears gently flow
6, alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festival twice think of their relatives. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days.
7. Father, I love you! Ten million thoughts, solidified in the air, raised the wind blowing to you, with my blessings, with my thoughts, with my blessings, thinking of you is my happiness, my beloved father
8, river water three thousand miles, the family letter fifteen lines. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
9. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Under the backdrop of the setting sun, the fall of the yellow rustling down, dancing with the branches to say goodbye, is so reluctant. And I miss my father is like that clinging to the leaves of the tree, thinking about it, the tears in the corner of my eyes can not help but weep.
10, mother, I am far, far away from home, a strange place. Here I can't smell the black soil of my hometown, and I can't hear the slow sound of the cow dor. Here the wind is raging all day long. The wind has torn the jacket you made into pieces; it has also cut my body into wounds. I saw a familiar apricot tree, smooth trunk propped up head, no longer remember the golden cry.
11, every festive season doubly think of family, a lost parents of children, a son as a judge, in the Spring Festival is coming, in the loved ones once fought on the land, dry tears, across the fragile, put down the pain, regained the strength, incense burning in front of the parents' graves, to stand as a hard monument to the north wind whistling, burned paper fluttering, he prayed for eternity with a silent blessing.
12, care and warmth is still there, revisit the scenes of the past life, feel happy or sad, to draw nutrition and strength, this is every person, can not escape the necessary courses.
13, the father is old, the mother is also old, his original has not felt. Graduation of the first two years, for various reasons, but only think of their own people outside the lonely far away, but did not think about how much parents are attached, and even if it is so attached, they never go to ask me for anything. Now all of a sudden, thought, parents are also fifty or sixty years old, we can live with them time, only a few decades, and may even lose them, this feeling haunts my heart, more and more feel their own unfilial. Thinking of Xu Xiake's parents in, not far away from the words of travel, even now Fang can appreciate his feelings at that time. The young, we are really too selfish, only care about themselves.
14, as for the mother's impression, in Long Lie blood brain, that is just a faint point in the dark night sky floating glow, Long Lie blood has also seen the mother's photo, that is she and Long deferred back to the village of small ditch to go to the countryside to get a marriage license when photographed, photographs of the mother, combed with a long braid, smiling happily, wearing a printed shirt, because the photo is black and white, and so on, until the Long Lie blood Can distinguish the significance of this photo, Long Lie blood has been unable to distinguish the photo of the mother, then wearing the flower shirt on the flower color, every time in the thought of the mother, I do not know why, Long Lie blood will think of dandelions, think of the dandelions with the wind fluttering all over the place. When Long Lie blood was small, he was more than once, chasing the dandelions blown away by the wind, running alone in the mountains, flowing through the creek, over the grass, through the bushes from, climbed up the rocks, rushed down the hill until he and the final result, are the dandelions faded in the wind, and a child, lying on the ground, covered with bruises, exhausted, thinking of the dandelions on the shirt of his mother's flower pattern.
15, often in the dark of night, the mind unconsciously flashed the figure of parents, memories such as the arrow from the string, and then not under their own control, many years of past events, the parents of the pain, once touched, a scene like a lantern in front of the eyes. The heart has too much moving, too much self-reproach, too much thought, and helplessness.
16, miss parents that is a kind of bone-deep pain, that is a pair of eyes can not sleep, that is countless unforgettable memories, half of the night, looking at the sky, with the heart and another world handshake, and went to the feast of the parents, cordial heaven and earth dialog, that is not a dream of the yellow beams, that is real, flesh and spirit communication.
17, miss their parents, in a national grand festival, in the relatives have reunion, in the sadness of things are not the same, I hope that the bustle, can soon be passed, I hope that the work and life, and fell into the busy, I hope that as soon as possible out of the empty, filled with loss of the house, into the busy streets, so that the hustle and bustle of the crowd, drowning themselves, or, depending on the God of wine indulgence, long drunkenness. I'm not going to be able to get out of it.
18, missing parents, in the cold winter, I look forward to the snow and ice, immediately can be dissolved by the spring warmth, I look forward to all, inside and outside the network of friends, can cross the space and time, to share a son of loneliness, so that it becomes a kind of, soothing happiness, so that everyone has to, to withstand the moment, more than a share of the warmth and touched.
19, miss parents, a blood-dripping cuckoo, with a grateful heart, hovering in the tree of time, measuring the distance between life and death, ordinary or great, short or long, tragedy or comedy, in fact, are the same, the end of life.
20, miss their parents, a person even lying in bed, but also can not let the body and mind precipitation, you had to accompany their parents, under the sun and the moon to go far, so that the thought of deep fermentation, with the pain to make themselves mature, with the memorial to comfort the spirit in heaven.
21, miss their parents, children are the living stones of their parents forever, they hard to hide the weak heart, secretly swore, with a successful career, and a beautiful family, to complete the New Year's sacrifice, the continuation of a kind of hope, to pass on the heart-wrenching greetings.
22, a sycamore leaf a fall, a little banana a little sad. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl. Falling lamp flowers, chess has not been collected, sigh Xinfeng lone museum people stay, pillow ten years of things, Jiangnan two old worry, are to the heart
23, spring blossoms, and did not turn the mood of the past few days, thinking of the deceased relatives, the heart feels depressed. Three years, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, or so thin, occasionally to see his remains, the heart is very sad, but this year's Qingming, the father of the big picture, but also with him to go.
24, Dad, I really miss you, I want to take this miss, remember your teaching and care for me, I want to work harder, speed up the pace to catch up with the wave of the times, in the success of the door to embrace you.
25, Dad's life is bitter, from childhood, I know that Dad is an orphan, never know who their real parents are, in order to return the kindness of the adoptive mother, paid a lot of hard work, but never a complaint.
26, when left, I realized that there is a feeling called miss: when I think of you, you will not happen to be thinking of me. People always miss other people, I long for you to appear in my dreams, and I actually embrace! In the moonlit and starry night, I miss you from afar.
27, to send you a love fruit basket, the lower level loaded with a lifetime of peace; the center of the infinite happiness; surrounded by piles of wealth and good luck; the top of the paved with happiness plus forever happy!
28, in this sad and bright March, I from my thin youth and horse, through the violet cordial, through the kapok, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence.
29, hoeing day, want you to work hard, know that my heart, there you are very happy, dear, quickly let me see you, without you around, even if again lively, I will feel very bored, I want to listen to you tell me a story, really, I want you so much ah.
30, turn around strangers familiar, quiet quiet, leave the left, strange once those good friends, most of them do not contact. Say goodbye to do forever good friends, do you remember? Care about too many friends, become selfless, and finally always abandon themselves on the desert island of no one, their own healing. Do not want to show too much sadness, so quiet always look at the phone, look at the address book those once familiar name, inexplicably think of some people, but no longer give him (her) call to send a message, do not want to break the silence. On the qq when you see classmates, friends online also just to greet, some friends ignore, just silently miss those who have given encouragement, give care of friends. Although I left, but still thank you, although strange, but still miss.
31, the most cherished, good friends of the greetings, even if the life of the gathering and dispersal of uncertainty, read your heart remains.
32, although the distance can separate you and me, but not separated is the thought of you. Whenever you look up and see the moon in the night sky, the moonlight has a part of my thoughts, light, spread in front of your window.
33, the sea side of the tip of the mountain like a sword, autumn everywhere cut sadness. If the body of a thousand million, scattered on the peak to look at the hometown.
34, miss the definition is not a few simple metaphor can be expressed, and miss the taste is more than a word. I often wonder, as a state of being, miss in what way in our minds? So much so that in so many unintentional moments, with a tightened brow, it creeps into the mind. Probably, the years are a river of no return, and before each moment comes, we have only to look forward to it, however, when the passing days, they pass away like the wind, and missing is solidified into a kind of faith by us. Every sunset dusk and sunrise morning is never forgotten.
35, really want to hold you tightly, let you feel my heartbeat accelerated because of love for you; really want to hold you tightly, let you realize that I love you because of the rapid breathing. I miss you!
36, life is such a contradiction and anguish, since I feel unworthy of you, why the heart can not be pacified, but increasingly enthusiastic, adoration of the heart, day by day to increase it?
37, once inspired by the heart, once accompanied by the years to remember the warmth of you. I will always remember you. Maybe it is my quiet let us strange, maybe it is my leave let us strange, maybe it is my silence let us no longer contact, maybe, those maybe, just because of me, but I am a stubborn child, like nostalgia. Your leaving will only make me more silent and will only make me miss you guys more because it's good to have you guys. I wish you all happiness! I do not know if you will still think of me, perhaps long forgotten me.
38, romance is, in the cold wind whistling snowflakes fluttering days, gently embrace you in your arms, sitting next to the fireplace, even if a word is not to say, but like to say a lot. Any warm fire in each other's eyes jumped out of the most red posture.
39, love is a responsibility, the need for two hearts *** with the bear; love is a tacit understanding, the need for two people relative exchange; love is a kind of payment, the need to receive each other; love is a kind of luck, the need to have time to feel that joy and sorrow.
40, miss at this moment happily cooked, warm meaning melt in the mouth, soft love slipped into the heart, sweet attachment to run into the lungs, because of you, delicious thoughts make people love to savor.
41, far away you can take good care of yourself, do not catch a cold with a runny nose, and occasionally you can sneeze a few sneezes, that is on behalf of me thinking of you!
42, if you shed tears, I would like to be the handkerchief in your hand; if you wake up, I would like to be the eye droppings in your eyes; if you die of heat, I would like to be the only cloth left on you three feet.
43, don't let deep love become a kind of pain, if you don't love a person, please let go, so that others have the opportunity to love her. If the person you love gives up on you, please let go of yourself so that you can have the opportunity to love others. Love a person does not have to have, but have a person must be good to love him.
44, I do not call you because I want you, I send you flowers because I can not help but not want you.
45, you you on the other side of the river to see the flowers fall and blossom, I'm on the other side of the river to see your solemn face, a finger broken bridge across the miss we can only see each other simple ordinary, I want to tell you, although we have some diaphragm, but I like, I like it just so simple, plain! I like this kind of sleeplessness, shallow, light! I would like to fold my umbrella and cross the broken bridge! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The end is the same, life.
3, miss the parents, in the cold winter, I look forward to the snow and ice, immediately can be dissolved by the spring warmth, I look forward to all, inside and outside the network of friends, can cross the space and time, to share a son of loneliness, so that it becomes a kind of comfort happiness, so that everyone has to, bear the moment, more than a share of the warmth and touched.
4, miss parents that is a bone-deep hurt, that is a pair of eyes can not sleep, that is countless unforgettable memories, half of the night, looking at the sky, with the heart and another world handshake, and went to the feast of the parents, kindly heaven and earth dialog, that is not a dream of the yellow beams, that is true, spirit and flesh a communication.
5, every festival doubly homesick, a lost father and mother of a child, a judge's son, in the Spring Festival, in the loved ones once fought on the land, dry tears, across the fragile, put down the pain, pick up the strong, burning incense in front of the parents' graves, to stand as a hard monument to the north wind whistling, burned paper fluttering, he prayed for eternity with a silent blessing.
6, miss the parents, children are father and mother a living stone forever, they hard to hide the weak heart, secretly swore, with a successful career, and a beautiful family, complete the New Year's sacrifice, the continuation of a kind of hope, pass the heart-wrenching greetings.
7, missing parents, in a national grand festival, in the relatives have a reunion at the time, in addition to the sadness of things that are not the same, I hope that the bustle, can soon be passed, I hope that the work and life, and fell back into the busy, I hope that as soon as possible out of the empty, filled with loss of the house, into the bustling streets, so that the hustle and bustle of the crowd, drowning themselves, or, to listen to the god of wine, the indulgence. Long drunkenness.
8, mother, I am far away from home, a strange place. I can't smell the black soil of my hometown here, and I can't hear the slow sound of the oxen. Here the wind is raging all day long. The wind has torn the coat you made into pieces; it has also cut my body with scars. I saw a familiar apricot tree, smooth trunk propped up head, no longer remember the golden cry.
9, miss their parents, a person even lying in bed, can not let the body and mind to settle down, you had to accompany their parents, under the sun and moon to go far, so that the thought of deep fermentation, with pain to make themselves mature, with the memorial to comfort the spirit in heaven.
10, off a love and warmth is still there, revisit the scenes of the past life, feel happy or sad, to draw nourishment and strength, this is everyone, can not escape the mandatory courses.
11, mother, the east side of the river, the string of footprints are still in it; the south side of the dam, I pen painted the leaf boat, whether the wind was lifted into the water.
12, missing parents, poor son, often brought back by the consciousness of the past, with thoughts flying back to the hometown, standing in the inflection point of history and reality, become the protagonist of a story, chewing on those hard years, as much as the people close to the people who have passed away, but that the familiar face and face, the hands touched the object is still in the village and the old house is still in the village and the old house is still in the milk a and call,
13, Often in the dark night, the mind unconsciously flashed the figure of parents, memory is like an arrow off the string, and then not under their own control, many years of past events, the parents of the pain, once touched, a scene like a walking lantern in front of me. There are too many touches in the heart, too much self-reproach, too much thought, and helplessness.
14, miss parents, that is a fairly long journey, need children, send a lifetime, the road, there is no colorful scenery, only deep thoughts.
15, the father is old, the mother is also old, their original actually have not felt. The first two years of graduation, due to various reasons, but only think of their own one person outside the lonely far away, but did not think about how much parents are attached, and even if it is so attached, they never go to ask me for anything. Now all of a sudden, thought, parents are also fifty or sixty years old, we can live with them in the time, only a few decades, and may even lose them, this feeling haunts my heart, more and more feel their unfilial. Thinking of Xu Xiake's words "parents in, not far away", but now I can realize his feelings at that time. We are really too selfish to take care of ourselves when we are young.
Sentences that miss their parents
1, miss their parents, that is a fairly long journey, need children, send a lifetime, the road, no colorful scenery, only deep thought.
2, mother, east of the creek, the string of footprints are still it; south of the dam, I pen painted the flat boat, whether the wind was lifted into the water.
3, as for the mother's impression, in Long Lie blood brain, that is just a faint point in the dark sky floating glow, Long Lie blood also had seen the mother's photo, that is she and Long deferred back to the village of small ditch to go to the countryside to get a marriage license when photographed, photographs of the mother, combed with a long braid, smiling happily, wearing a printed shirt, because the photo is black and white, and so on, until the Long Lie blood to be able to When Long Liehong was able to distinguish the meaning of this photo, Long Liehong couldn't tell the color of the flower on the photo of his mother, who was wearing the flower shirt, every time he thought of his mother, I don't know why, Long Liehong would think of the dandelion, and think of the dandelion that fluttered around with the wind. When Long Lie blood was small, he had more than once, chased the dandelions blown away by the wind, running alone in the mountains, flowing through the streams, over the grass, through the bushes from, climbed up the rocks, rushed down the hill ...... has been running to him and the final result is that the dandelions faded in the wind, and a child, lying on the ground, covered with wounds and exhausted. and thinking about the dandelion pattern on his mother's shirt.
4. The river is three thousand miles long, and the letter is fifteen lines long. 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.
5, often in the dark night, the mind unconsciously flashed the figure of parents, memory is like an arrow off the string, and then not under their own control, many years of past events, the parents of the pain, once touched, a scene like a lantern in front of the eyes. The heart has too much moving, too much self-reproach, too much thought, and helplessness.
6. Father, I love you! Ten million thoughts, solidified in the air, raised the wind blowing to you, with my blessings, with my thoughts, with my ten thousand blessings, want you to be my happiness, my beloved father.
7, a sycamore leaf a fall, a little banana a little sad. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Falling lamp flowers, chess has not been collected, sigh Xinfeng lone museum people stay, pillow ten years, Jiangnan two old worry, all to the heart
8, miss parents, in the cold winter, I look forward to the snow and ice, immediately can be dissolved by the warmth of spring, I look forward to all, inside and outside of the network of friends, can travel through space and time to share a son of loneliness, so that it becomes a kind of comforting happiness, so that everyone has to, to withstand the moment, a more The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I am talking about.
9, missing parents, poor son, often brought back by the consciousness of the past, with thoughts flying back to the hometown, standing in the inflection point of history and reality, become the protagonist of a story, chewing on those hard years, although close to the people who have passed away, but the familiar face and face, hands touched the objects are still in the village and the old house is still in the milk name and call.
10, walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Under the backdrop of the setting sun, the autumn yellow rustling fall, dancing with the branches to say goodbye, is so reluctant. And I miss my father is like that clinging to the leaves of the tree, thinking about it, the tears in the corner of my eyes can not help but weep.
11, care and warmth is still there, revisit the scenes of the past life, feel happy or sad, to draw nourishment and strength, this is every person, can not escape the necessary courses.
12, missing parents, a blood-dripping cuckoo, with a grateful heart, hovering in the tree of time, measuring the distance between life and death, ordinary or great, short or long, tragedy or comedy, in fact, are the same, the end of life.
13, mother, I am far away from home, a strange place. I can't smell the black soil of my hometown here, and I can't hear the slow sound of the cow dor. Here the wind is raging all day long. The winds have torn the coat you made into pieces; they have also cut my body with scars. I saw a familiar apricot tree, smooth trunk propped up head, no longer remember the golden cry.
14, Dad, I really miss you, I want to take this miss, remember your teaching and care for me, I want to work harder, speed up the pace to catch up with the waves of the times, in the success of the door embrace you.
15, miss their parents, in a national grand festival, in the relatives have reunion, in the sadness of things are not the same, I hope that the lively, can soon be passed, I hope that the work and life, and fall back into the busy, I hope that as soon as possible to get out of the empty, filled with loss of the house, into the bustling streets, so that the hustle and bustle of the crowd, drowning themselves, or, listen to the indulgence of the god of wine, long drunkenness! I'm not going to wake up.
16, Dad's life is bitter, from childhood, I know that Dad is an orphan, never know who their real parents are, in order to return the kindness of the adoptive mother, paid a lot of hard work, but never a complaint.
17, spring flowers, and did not turn the mood of the past few days, thinking of deceased relatives, the heart feels depressed. In three years, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, or so thin, occasionally to see his remains, the heart is very sad, but this year's Qingming, the father of the big picture, also with him to go.
18, mother, I often look at the familiar old house, lying on the hot dirt bed, looking for me in the roof yellow paper.
19, alone in a foreign land for a foreign guest, every festive season doubly homesick. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
20, miss parents that is a kind of bone-deep pain, that is a pair of eyes can not sleep, that is countless unforgettable memories, half of the night, looking at the sky, with the heart and another world handshake, and went to the feast of the parents, cordial heaven and earth dialog, that is not a dream of the yellow beams, that is real, flesh and spirit communication.
21, missing parents, a person even lying in bed, but also can not let the body and mind precipitation, you had to accompany the parents, in the sun and the moon under the walk far, so that the thought of deep fermentation, with the pain to make themselves mature, with the memorial to comfort the spirit in heaven.
22, the father is old, the mother is also old, their original actually has not felt. The first two years of graduation, due to a variety of reasons, but only to think of their own one person out of the lonely far away, but did not think of how much parents are attached, and even if it is so attached, they never go to ask me what. Now all of a sudden, thought, parents are also fifty or sixty years old, we can live with them in the time, only a few decades, and may even lose them, this feeling haunts my heart, more and more feel their unfilial. Thinking of Xu Xiake's words "parents in, not far away", but now I can realize his feelings at that time. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
23, every festive season doubly homesick, a child who lost his parents, a son as a judge, in the Spring Festival, when the relatives once fought on the land, dry tears, across the fragile, put down the pain, pick up the strong, burning incense in front of the parents' graves, standing himself into a hard monument, let the north wind whistling, burned paper fluttering, he prayed for eternity with silent blessings.
24, miss their parents, children are parents forever living stone, they hard to hide the weak heart, secretly swore, with a successful career, and a beautiful family, to complete the New Year's sacrifice, the continuation of a kind of hope, to pass the heart-wrenching greetings.