You are heaven. I turn around you. I love you. love you. You always put the books on the desk so neatly, the clothes in your closet are hanging so neatly, you always put the shoes in the season in the shoebox, you The shoebox was still neatly placed in the closet. You haven't met for a whole 214 days, but you're still you, and you're still the same. I
I walked with you for 20 years. 20 years is really a long day. From the moment you cry and come to the world to report, I have a brand new role – my sister. When you were a child, you had a pair of shining big eyes. From time to time, you discharged your uncles to meet with the joy of many people. I still remember that the uncle always puts you on his shoulders and straightens the way.
Today is the day of Sunday when the son's troops are allowed to call. In the morning, I turned on my cell phone and missed the bell in the street. I always took a look. After nine o'clock, I was advised to say that if it does not matter, my son must be busy. I will not be on the phone this week. Although I look forward to my heart, I don't want my emotions affecting my son's mood. Because I am a mother! I can't help but tear down my son's phone
Over the past few days, my head has been swirling with a tone: go home, go home, and return home is the best gift; take love home and return home with the best gifts. In dreams, I often go back to the scene at home. I dreamed of a family eating together and working together. Even if I was tired, I felt particularly happy. Speak with my mother on the phone, my mother asked if I was homesick. I suddenly felt like crying. Graduation has two
After the parents divorced, he and his sister followed her mother. The father moved out and left the town with a woman. The mother often sits at home and is mentally embarrassed. His thin body bears the burden of this home. That year, he was thirteen years old and his younger sister was ten years old. That year, his father had also come back to visit him several times. He always said nothing and left his father’s gift outside. His eyes were full of hatred. At that time
Mom and Dad, baby, think of your parents. How are you doing? Every time you call you, it's actually when the baby is tired. But when I heard your warm voice, all my troubles were forgotten, and my mind was full of smiles as you returned home during the New Year. From your words, I feel that the rice in my hometown is ripe. The pigs in my family are long and my brother and sister are at home.
This year, my son graduated from college to apply for teaching at a university. A few days ago, they saw from their school website that the son was rated as an outstanding graduate and won the 2013 Graduate National Award. I really enjoyed my son's growth. Looking back at my son’s growth process, I feel that parents’ behavior and their awareness of things directly affect children. As parents, we have a child’s entire education.
There have been no active contacts with Dad for half a year. Dad, how are you? My daughter really missed you so much, I really wanted to lie in your warm arms like a child, listen to your story about the stars and the moon… I really regret it, I really regret my daddy, daddy It will be very sad. The scenes of the past appeared before my eyes again… Dad was only forty years old, but it was already old.
The father’s letter in my memory had been with me since I was in junior high school, until I walked into the university gate and my father’s letter faded from my daily life. Although it was only a short period of six years, the six years were an unparalleled and incomparable six years in my life. In six years, I grew up from an ignorant and childish child to a full-fledged young student; during the six years I was
I like to use words to express my inner world, but I have never written anything for my parents. Has been writing about other people's thoughts, to others' dismay. Today, I just want to use my most ordinary words to express my thoughts and wishes for my parents. That year my brother and I were in a hard-won era in senior year 3 and senior year 3 without the laughter of everyday days.
Preface: father is the child’s ladder, father is the ox of the cart. A song leads to infinite grief. Sometimes, it is a kind of unknown and sometimes a violent storm. My father devoted his whole life to us, leaving behind only some beautiful memories and precious spiritual wealth. My father has been away from me for nearly six years, but in the past few years
Father's love is as selfless as mother's love. He does not ask for a return. Fatherly love is an unfathomable kind of emotion that can be found in the intangible. Only people with ulterior motives can realize it. The moment of having thoughts is happiness; the pleasure of having feelings is happy; having fatherly love is also happy. —— The father of Golgi is like an umbrella and shelters you from the rain; the father loves the rain and purifies the soul for you; the father loves the road and accompanied you
Mom, my daughter always wanted to say thank you to you, thank you for your years of parenting, thank you for being tolerant of me. Grandmother once said to me that grandmother is filial son and father is a soft ear. Under the challenge of grandmother, you quarreled. Dad fired me on me and threw me into the river. You say to Daddy with a kitchen knife, you dare. Mom, you never talked to me. It was when you were young.
In the small town of Mardiv, in the south of France, there was a boy named Kirkley. In his age of 16 years, his father, who died on his deathbed, had a rare lung cancer.肆 愀 愀 愀 愀 鞔笠 鞔笠 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 骸 绻∪ 绻∪ Fat is always lucky!钡獾 子 嗌 嗌?>
There is such a man in the world. You always ask him but never say thank you. He tried to hold up a blue sky with his hands for you. He always tried his best to give you the best. He never said intimacy to you. He always looked at you so severely that he left home for the first time. Crying pretending to be invisible… until you grow up, start your own independent life, and encounter various ups and downs. You understand his incompatibility
I call you a “mother” and my heart trembles. I call you a “mother” and my heart is boiling. I call you a “mother” and my heart is surging. I call you “mother” and my heart is at the moment. Can not calm for a long time. Mother, my dear mother; mother, my beloved mother; mother, my respected mother. Say that the child is the mother's debt. I totally believe this because,
I remember that when you opened the first person to call, it was dad. How proud and proud I was at that time; remember that when you looked at him with fear, an uncle called him "person." Everybody bursts of laughter; remember, when you said the word “buy” for the first time in the mall, I held you all the way and “run away”; remember that my father accidentally hurt your feet while riding a motorcycle. So
Mother is the best teacher of the child Mama's quality is high, the child can fly high with rational motherhood Help the child grow up healthily Improve the quality of the child is the key to educating the child Correct "Navigation" is the mother's first responsibility for the children to learn There is a problem behind each problem child who is responsible for her own life. Mum and mother should also learn from their children. Don't forget to cultivate children.
Don't think your parents are invincible. They will also be beaten. Especially the scars you give them more and more. Strong parents will also be knocked down by their own flesh. Cherish it! It's not too old for father and mother. Don't think that your return is too small to do. Maybe in their hearts it has already bloomed! Do not think that time has to be good, come to Japan, time is in this kind of thinking
Inscription: – Usually always tired of chattering my mother, but what the mother said and said, how much can we remember? At noon in the summer of 1994, my mother ran back happily and said to me, “The swift rush to change her clothes and the mother took you to take pictures” was the most beautiful and happiest mother on that day. She had a big white shirt and a blue sweater. Black pants plus old Beijing cloth shoes