There are some modern poems about family relations.

1. Modern poems about family, such as genealogy, homesickness, affection, paper boat-dedicated to mother, mother, etc.

1, a tree of love

Author: Nuria Rocca

Much like camphor tree.

Live a luxurious life in the world.

We are a leaf on the tree.

Grandpa's leaf of life has fallen.

The green leaves of my father's life have grown again.

The leaves of my father's life have fallen.

The bud of my life began to sprout again.

The leaves of my life have fallen.

My son's leaves are green on the tree.

Oh, the tree of love

Noble tree

evergreen tree

Endless life

Green leaves propagate.

Millennium lush.

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At the end of each book, there are interesting games and hands-on sessions, which are highly operational and enhance the appeal.

2. Homesickness

Author: Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child,

Homesickness is a small stamp,

I'm at this end,

Mom is over there.

When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm at this end,

The bride is over there.

Later,

Homesickness is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mom's inside.

now

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm at this end,

The mainland is over there

Homesickness is a modern poem written by the poet Yu Guangzhong. Poetry expresses a kind of nostalgia for hometown. This poem also embodies the poet Yu Guangzhong's good wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation. As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than 30 years, Yu Guangzhong's works are bound to be deeply branded by the times.

3. "Family"

Author: bright moon as jade

I don't know the depth of maternal love,

I don't understand the trickle of fatherly love,

Silently,

Dress up my heart.

Stroll,

In the secret spring,

Walking around in a daze,

Into the rubble,

Become a trickle.

4. Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat

Author: Bing Xin

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Paper boat is a poem written by Bing Xin on her way to study abroad at 1923, with subtitle: For Mom.

Praising maternal love, innocence and nature are the three themes of Bing Xin's early literary creation. Written on the boat, Paper Boat is a poem in which Bing Xin faces the sea and gives love to his mother with a pure heart. Although there are only three sections and eleven lines, the "three themes" are all integrated.

In this poem, the poet sent away his thoughts of his mother by paddling on a paper boat as a child, creating a dreamy artistic conception affectionately and naturally, which could not help but make people cry.

5. "Mother"

Author: Bing Xin

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hides in its nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I only hide in your arms.

The poem Mother was written on a rainy day when I saw a big lotus leaf covered with a red lotus.

The full text adopts the writing methods of "expressing emotion by borrowing scenery" and "expressing ambition by supporting things" to express deep affection for mother. At first, the author drew a picture of Yu He, in which the rain hits the red lotus and the lotus leaves protect the lotus. With affectionate brushwork, the author reminds her of her daughter's attachment to her mother and her mother's care for her daughter. The author expresses emotion with scenery, expresses ambition with things, and eulogizes great maternal love with lotus, which is natural, appropriate, novel and unique.

2. Modern Family Poetry/Numerous Husband Section

Stone roadside in my hometown

That deep well

Have your young face.

And your old face.

Huan Yi pool by the well.

There are diapers from my childhood.

And adult white shirts.

If there are peach blossoms in spring

Those touching petals that have been thanked in succession.

It's your mind, you say:

Kid! Remember to call.

Free vacation

Take the girl home

Show it to your parents.

Well water beside gravel road

Still clear

Peach blossom tree at the head of the village

There will be spring.

But I didn't know until the Mid-Autumn Festival was over.

Wandering around the city

Wandering between buildings

You still call every time.

Every time you advise me not to make myself too tired.

Every time you talk about the changes in your hometown,

Every time you say the daughter who grew up next door

It's warm every time it sounds.

I feel young.

Every time you sigh that you are so ignorant.

My kind and pure mother

Clear well water is not as good as water.

The kindness you gave me to raise.

My kind and amiable mother.

Peach trees in spring

It's your figure.

It will remain in my son's mind forever.

The most beautiful scenery

Father's text /fanfuyijie

On the wall of time

There are hands dancing in the wind

Put your feelings on the road

Use rhythmic language

Tell me when you are studying in the distance.

When you are outside, you should get along well with others.

Outside, we should build a man's backbone.

No matter lightning, rain or shine.

Don't bow your head, stop.

Passion for life

Yes, father, my beloved and heavy father.

You use the shadow of your life struggle

Set an example for me in life.

My tears are hard to answer.

Please allow me to bury my gratitude in my heart for a while.

And remember, there is a kind of selflessness called dedication.

Please believe that there is a responsibility called gratitude.

3. Modern poems about affection miss my grandfather (two poems) Author: You coughed loudly with that shovel in the northwest of Southwest China and finally piled up a grave on a strange hill, which became your home. My resting place stands in the sunset, I can sit here and overlook, but the heaviness of loess buries your sight, and I can only miss you across the distant horizon. The wetness of the soil was a tear on my pillow last night. I want to climb the ladder to make a fire and wait for you to trip and keep warm. Warm legs will then be a long loneliness, like now you can only miss a few pear trees planted by yourself in an empty place, and the old house you built is covered with snow and covered with dust. The chat after grandma sighed lengthened the night, and my ardent insomnia will follow you and your parents and live quietly on the horizon for two years. You just lie quietly and let us guess everything in the blue sky, so I will stand on the yellow earth and say that until the clouds are full of tears. You'd better close your eyes when dripping. 2003.416 In the dream of Northwest Normal University, I will be caught in the rain and look around the streets of the city for the piles of fires that you once started together, which will dry the moisture in our hearts. The parting of life and death three years ago was just a long journey, because I believe that one day you will come back and sit on the hot kang of the old house and chat with us. Maybe this is just a fictional event. Many times you are wandering outside and doing odd jobs for others. I haven't come back for several Spring Festival holidays. Later, we got used to your absence, but we couldn't face the photos on the table. The grass on the grave is dead, green, yellow and wet. You will let me bask in the sun with you. But after more than a thousand days and nights, I can't see your limping figure anymore. So I want to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts. I will hold the remaining half box of matches above my head, just like you held it when I was a child. Similarly, I will cook all the crops, crush them and scatter them into the sky. I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat. Another city will also be full of bright sunshine. May 2004.13 Grandpa Lanzhou, I came to this world, and you laughed when you left this world. I cried silently, and you smiled brightly, because your smile is accompanied by new life. I cried sadly, because my crying can't extend your breath by half an inch. Sometimes you never hug me, but I know you like me. You can't hug me when I grow up, but I know I love you. Your father told me that I would not exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our life is a continuation of yours. You must forgive me. I can't remember you forever, but I promise I will never forget you. Even if I really forget the beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is flowing in my body. My nanny Dayan and I are my nanny.

Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk.

Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.

You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside, after you bandaged the hands of children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home.

Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint, I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed, I just looked at the plaque on the eaves that said "Happy Family" I didn't know, I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes, I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kang stool with a brazier, and I ate rice that had been studied for three times, but it was so embarrassing. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she used up the lotion, she began to work with the arm that hugged me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. She took out the wheat grain eaten by the pig by hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to dry those soybeans and wheat. Dayan River, for life,

Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall. The beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" .......................................................................................................... Dayanhe and died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her.

Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. This is what Dayan didn't know: her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child were all here.

4. What is the modern poem about affection, Mom?

Mom smiled sweetly.

Like a blooming lily.

This is warm sunshine.

Shine on my heart forever

This is a vicious scolding

Just because I didn't answer the math paper well

Yes, I ate two big cakes this morning.

At noon, she suddenly went to school again.

Send me a piece of cake.

You asked her when her birthday was.

My mom.

She said she didn't know.

Mom, actually, I think

Affect the winding mountains in the distant sky.

Thank you for your hard work.

Carve a towering monument

Used for storage

Your prophecy

Mom, actually, I think

Stir up slow-moving waves in the valley

For you who have worked hard.

Looking for the bright spring of the soul

Used to thank

Your meticulous warmth

Mom, actually, I think

Care for the whole colorful spring

For you who have been running all your life.

Remember the happy spring and autumn?

Used for expansion

Your happy time

Mom, actually, I think

Chasing the long-lost mood of writing poetry

For you who don't want others to praise you.

Write with sincere gratitude

Used to prove

Your great heart

Dismantled, installed, dismantled.

After countless days and nights of splicing,

Finally, I assembled my heart into

Precise balance

The left atrium is filled with affection.

The right ventricle is filled with intense love.

What wavers is a calm mind.

I carefully ground it into a thin pointer.

Swing constantly between affection and love

After countless times of weighing, I finally found out

No matter how years pass, change the weight.

Blood is thicker than water, and feelings can always be.

The pointer tilted to him from the place of love.

Because time is always like a clever magician.

He always makes love like beautiful fireworks.

Passion is a flash in the pan.

I found it after I calmed down.

The most unforgettable love in the world

Eventually, it will also become a kind of

Eternal blood is thicker than water.

Emotional bond

The flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance and wither.

The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down.

Only affection is an altar of wine buried deep underground, and the more it is hidden, the stronger it becomes.

The Pacific Ocean without Ni is vast.

But the pace of feelings is enough to cross it.

Mount Everest goes straight to the clouds. Who is comparing the height?

But the sound of affection is enough to keep it around.

Never made a promise.

Never vigorous.

The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings.

Drifting through eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers

No magnificent passion

There is no clear spring reflecting the poetry of pine.

Family is like a clear lake.

With her quiet face

Tell a touching family story.

The sun occasionally ripples.

The breeze brushed the phosphorescence.

The whole lake is in harmony with ups and downs.

It's like a family sharing weal and woe.

5. 1 What are the modern poems describing "tenderness", which are thousands of miles apart, each on the same day? -Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Travel Again"

Interpretation: From now on, you and I are thousands of miles apart. I am at the end of the day, and you are at the end of the day.

2. Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with tan. -Qing: Nalan Xingde's Reunion in the Deep of Qulan.

Interpretation: After leaving, I only feel lonely for half a life, and there are tears on my pillow.

3. Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky. -Song Wan Le's "The Operator Answers the Stone"

Interpretation: After parting, the painful lovesickness is as deep and boundless as the sea, which makes you suffer. The good past is as far away as the clouds in the sky.

4. Seeing Zhu thinking in succession, he described himself as haggard, remembering Wang in a fragmented way. -Tang Dynasty: Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"

Interpretation: There are so many lovesickness that I feel emotional and think red is green in my trance. I miss the consequences, my body is haggard and my spirit is in a trance.

5, thousands of miles apart, so people are still welcome. -Han dynasty: anonymous "guests from afar"

Interpretation: From my husband thousands of miles away, this post should contain my husband's endless concern and yearning for me!

6. Modern family poems about seeing father in childhood.

Father is a mountain.

I am a bird in the forest.

Birds can never live without the influence of mountains.

See your mother in childhood.

Mother is a blue lake.

I am a fish.

Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake.

The mountains give me a strong character.

The lake gave me water laughter.

The mountains have evolved my flying feathers.

The lake shed all the scales when I swam.

Don't go to see your father until you are an adult.

Father Shu became a forest in the mountains.

I am tall and straight, straight into a mountain.

Wushan can never repay Lin's kindness.

Don't go to see your mother until you are an adult

-Mom became a weed in the lake.

I am a lake.

Yellow weeds will cover the waves of the lake forever.

Eternal mother

When I first opened my newborn eyes.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.

Love eyes and tears of joy-

Staring at you without blinking an eye.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.

I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.

After many days and nights of cultivation

Sit up straight at last, your little body.

After adjusting EQ and IQ

Never wait, shout out life.

The most precious first sound-mom

This is the most touching original moral.

No matter how many languages there are in the world.

Only this cry is absolutely the same.

No music, no poetry.

It can be more touching than this.

A traveler's song

The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.

Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise,

A free heart is flying.

Mom, do you care about me?

Mother looked at me uneasily.

Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?

Mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the train, the flute ...

Holding hands tightly through the window.

7. Ancient Poetry 1 Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)

2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")

4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")

5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)

6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")

8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")

9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")

10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")

1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)

12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)

13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")

14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")

15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)

16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")

17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")

18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")

19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")

8. What is the modern poem about affection 1, Yu Guangzhong's homesickness?

When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.

I am here and my mother is there;

When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I am at this end and the bride is at that end;

Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.

I am outside and my mother is inside;

Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.

I am here and the mainland is there.

2,' Poems for Mother' Modern: Bing Xin

Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you.

But I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.

Mom, I wrote 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 slapping you when I was a child.

I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.

Mom, I thought of you again tonight.

I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written.

Even if it is far from home, you will never read it.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreamed for no reason, which was folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

3,' Mother' Modern Edition: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caressed my temple, and I couldn't help feeling like a child.

Hold on to your skirt,

Oh, mom, in order to keep you from disappearing,

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that it will be washed.

Lose your unique warmth,

Oh, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How dare I open its screen easily? I cried and asked you for a thorn, but now I'm wearing a jingguan, and I dare not.

Dare not moan, oh, mom,

I often look up at your photos sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn,

Oh, mom, my sweet and deep memory,

Not rapids, not waterfalls,

It's a dry well, and I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.

4, "Mother" Author: love

Mother is as humble as moss and as solemn as morning light.

Soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade,

When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon.

When she lowers her head, she is a huge earth.

5, "Parents Love" Author: Qiu Hai

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.

If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;

Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.

If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then my father's love will be our sail.

9. What are the poems about family in modern times? Poem about affection 1, "In the world of affection" The spring water flowing in Dan Fei Xia's blood moistens the small vegetable garden. Friendship in life maintains the harmony and happiness of a big family. Inheriting and cultivating virtues has been handed down from generation to generation in China. I really like it. I don't feel bitter or tired. I love the inferior products cultivated. Maybe. Family is strong and fragile. Be kind to life. Maybe I can find the true meaning in strength.

Is the ubiquitous concern, giving you care. It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you.

Thirst is a bowl of porridge to satisfy hunger and thirst. When it's cold, it's a cotton coat to keep you warm.

It is an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering you from the wind and rain. It is your support when you are tired and gives you warmth.

It is a hug when you are sad, and it will heal you. Family ties are constant love! It is deep love! 3, "The Taste of Home" Zishan Haiyun is fragrant with tobacco and alcohol, and the wine is rich, which is the taste of my father.

The food is fragrant and sweet, which is the taste of mother. Ah, the taste of parents is happiness.

How can I repay my parents for their kindness? Chest and shoulders are broad, and the stalwart is like a mountain. That's the smell of a husband.

Warm love and dedication, that is the taste of a wife. Ah, the smell of husband and wife is that Brawly is interdependent.

Husband and wife love each other and grow old together. Shelter from the wind and rain, be a man, that's the smell of my brother.

Rouge is fragrant, friendship is long, and this is the taste of my sister. Ah, I smell like a breeze blowing seedlings.

How can you forget your brother and sister's concern? Naive, naughty and playful, that's my brother's taste.

Graceful, like a flower, that is the smell of my sister. Ah, the taste of younger siblings is a beautiful fairy tale.

Sister-in-law's innocence, jumping with the flame of hope. 4, "Family" Han Zhi, I don't know the depth of maternal love, I don't know the trickle of fatherly love, silently dressing up my mind in the secret spring and flowing into the rubble into a trickle. 5, "Home is a thread" In spring, Fangfang's home is a thread holding you, you cry, I cry and you laugh. I laugh across the mountain and the waterline. My son is long, the wind is blowing, and the rain can't open. If one day I think I will break for you, 6. A mother's love is like a willow by the river, swaying with a smile, thinking about her son's feelings, fluttering catkins with homesickness, and a May flute that awakens the solidified family. From the left side of love to the middle of affection, I once indulged in the joy of love, but forgot the earnest expectation behind me. We didn't feel the long-term nagging and persuasion. When did we realize that the endings of those stories were always doomed without any suspense? When did those eager eyes quickly sink into the image of time? Even the voice is as pale as time. Cang Sang, have we taken a good look at my parents' legendary feelings? We may also be disappointed. It may be occasional for a lovelorn person to feel sad: if you walk on the left side of love, will you regret the choice you made at that time? Will mature souls who have laughed through wayward indifference and rebellion give more relief to kind parents? A phone call will crowd out countless tears in memory, and no matter how far you love to go, it is still not worth parents' nagging. Looking at the age that passed away with blood and tears, there will always be tears in the confession of the unfilial son. How to exile for a year, and finally just enjoy the warmth and joy with your parents with love. Genealogy The genealogy of a loyal family is more like the camphor tree in the world. We live a rich life. Grandpa's leaves fell, father's leaves fell, my leaves fell, my leaves fell. My son's leaves are green on the tree. Noble genealogy is evergreen and green leaves are endless. 9. I drew Family Night by hand in my sleep. I clearly saw the wrinkles on grandpa's face. In my sleep, I clearly saw grandma's white hair. Wake up suddenly in my sleep. I cried. The night stayed at this moment, and my tears condensed. I tried to find the shadow of my grandparents, but found that the place where their photos were placed in my heart had already been covered with dust. At this moment, my mood is remorse for a long time. Maybe it will never happen again. Innocent white hair unconsciously swallowed them up. I am still secretly glad that I am one year older. Looking at the empty night sky in the cold season, the air I breathe is so clear. The only hidden emotion is the unspeakable affection, but it is hidden-10, the affection of life: the affection of childhood is like a quilt, full of warmth, giving people care for the affection of teenagers, just like a piece of honey wrapped in an unknown taste. After that, I can always taste the sweetness, like the expectation in my father's stick and the affection of caring for youth in my mother's scolding, like the root of lotus root. No matter when and where, you can always feel the encouragement and support from the filaments, just like a container full of past and future feelings. Full of expectation and responsibility, I am busy with the affection of the old people, like a beautiful and short sunset in the evening, and I am often satisfied 1 1, "Affection is the sea-too much love" I wish, if affection is the sea, I have sunk into the sea, but the deeper the sea, the less oxygen I have, and I will suffocate. When did the child learn to swim? I hope that one day I can go out of the sea and kiss the sunshine and air happily. Affection like the sea is tolerant and selfless love, and I will bury me freely. I have been looking forward to leaving, but I don't forget to repay this boundless love with my best efforts. "Family members should know how to cherish." Family members should know how to cherish as they grow older. When you are in full bloom, the person you love is covered with wind and frost. Don't be sad. You should know how to cherish the full moon. We like wading and climbing mountains together. We share joys and sorrows. We share everything. Don't be sad when you are born. You should know how to cherish the wealth that doubles with the years. What is a mother? Mom is a sweet smile, like a blooming lily, and the warm sunshine always shines in my heart. This is a vicious scolding because I didn't answer the math paper well. I ate two cakes this morning. At noon, she suddenly sent me a cake at school. You asked her when her birthday was. My mother said she didn't know.