Modern poems about family love
1. Modern poems about family love
"A Family Tree", "Nostalgia", "Family Love", "Paper Boat - Send to Mother", "Mother" wait.
1. "A Family Tree"
Author: Nuria Roca
More like a camphor tree
Living a lush life in the world
We are living as a leaf on a tree
The leaf of my grandfather’s life has fallen
The green leaf of my father’s life The leaves have sprouted again
The leaves of my father’s life have fallen
The buds of my life have sprouted again
The leaves of my life have fallen
And my son’s leaves are green on the tree
The tree of family love
The noble tree
The evergreen tree
Can’t fall Spend your life
Proliferate with green leaves
Thousands of years of endless green leaves
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2. "Nostalgia"
Author: Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Nostalgia is a small stamp,
I'm on this side,
My mother is on the other side.
When I grow up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I am here,
The bride is there head.
Later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,
I am outside,
Mother is inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is like a shallow strait,
I am at this end,
The mainland is at the other end.
"Nostalgia" is a modern poem written by the poet Yu Guangzhong. The poem expresses the feeling of being reluctant to leave one's hometown. The poem also reflects the poet Yu Guangzhong's longing for the early reunification of the Chinese nation. As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than thirty years, Yu Guangzhong's works will inevitably bear a profound mark of the times.
3. "Family Love"
Author: People are like jade under the moon
I don't know the depth of maternal love,
No Knowing the trickle of father's love,
silently,
dresses my heart.
Walking slowly,
In the hidden spring,
Walking into the confusion,
Flow into the gravel,
It turned into a trickle.
4. "Paper Boat - Send to Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
Always keep it - keep it,
Fold it into a small boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason,
This is your beloved daughter With tears in her eyes,
She traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
"Paper Boat" is a poem written by Bing Xin on a ship on the way to study abroad in 1923. The subtitle is: To Mother.
Praising maternal love, innocence and nature were the three major themes of Bing Xin’s early literary creation. "Paper Boat" written on the boat is a poem by Bing Xin facing the sea, with a pure heart, and her love for her loving mother. Although it only has three stanzas and eleven lines, it integrates the "three major themes" into it.
In this poem, the poet relies on a game that children often play, such as folding paper boats and splashing in the water, to convey his nostalgia for his mother, and create a dreamlike and melancholy artistic conception in a friendly and natural way. It makes people cry sadly.
5. "Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
Mother!
The storm in the sky is coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in the heart is coming,
I Just hide in your arms.
The poem "Mother" was written by her on a rainy day when she saw a large lotus leaf covering a red lotus and was moved by the scene.
The whole text adopts the writing methods of "borrowing scenes to express emotions" and "supporting objects to express aspirations" to express the deep affection for the mother. The author first paints a picture of rain and lotus in which red lotuses are struck by rain and protected by lotus leaves with affectionate strokes. From this, the author associates the daughter's attachment to her mother and the mother's care for her daughter. The author uses scenes to express his emotions and objects to express his aspirations, and compares himself with lotuses to eulogize the great mother's love, which is natural, appropriate, novel and unique.
2. Modern poetry about family love
Mother's article/fanfuyijie
The gravel roadside in my hometown
That deep well
I am young with you The appearance of your old age
There is also the appearance of your old age
The laundry pool by the well
There are diapers from my childhood
There are also A grown-up white shirt
If there were peach blossoms in spring
The touching petals that withered one after another
are your thoughts, you said:
Child! Remember to call
During the holidays
Take a girl home
Let your mother and father see it
The well water beside the gravel road
is still clear
The peach blossom tree at the head of the village
There will still be spring
But I won’t wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival The full moon
I am wandering in the city
Wandering among the buildings
Every time it is still you who calls
Every time you Advise me not to let myself get tired
Every time you talk about the changes in your hometown
Every time you talk about the girl who grew up next door
Every time I listen to it, it feels warm
I feel young
Every time you sigh for my ignorance
My kind, pure mother
Clear The well water is incomparable
The kindness you gave me in raising me
My kind and amiable mother
The peach blossom tree in spring
It is your figure
It will always be in my son’s heart
The most beautiful scenery
Father’s text/fanfuyijie
The wall of time
There are hands dancing in the wind
The family affection along the way
is expressed in rhythmic language
I am studying far away Telling
Outside, we must live in harmony with others
Outside, we must build the backbone of men
No matter thunder and lightning, rain or wind
Don’t bow your head and stop.
Passion for life
Yes, father, my beloved and generous father
You have spent your life fighting shadow
Set an example of life for me
My tears are hard to answer
Please allow me to bury my gratitude deep in my heart for a while
Remember, there is a kind of selflessness called dedication
Please also believe that there is a kind of responsibility called gratitude 3. Modern poems about family love
Remembering my grandfather (two poems) Author: West by Northwest With your loud cough and the shovel, you finally built a grave on the unfamiliar hilltop, and it became your destination. Stepping on the setting sun, I could sit here and look far away, but the weight of the loess buried your grave. My sight makes me think of you only through the distant horizon. The dampness of the earth is like a handful of tears on my pillow last night. I want to climb up the ladder to light a fire and wait for you to stumble over to warm my legs. Then there will be a long period of loneliness like now. I can only miss the few pear trees you planted with your own hands. They are covered with white snow. The old house built by your own hands is covered with dust. After my grandmother sighed, the chat became longer. In the dark night, my earnest insomnia will also imitate you on the horizon with my fathers. For two whole years, you just lay there and said nothing, letting us speculate about everything in the blue sky. So I will stand on the yellow earth and say that when the clouds are full of tears, you'd better close your eyes tightly. 2003.4. 16 In the dream of Northwest Normal University, I will be caught in the rain and look for you everywhere on the streets of the city. The fires we once built together will dry out the moisture in our hearts. The separation of life and death three years ago was just a long journey because I believe One day you will come back and sit
Chatting with us on the hot bed in the old house, maybe this is just a fictitious incident. Most of the time, you were wandering around doing odd jobs as a janitor for others and never came back for several Spring Festivals. Later, we got used to your absence but could never face the table. The grass on the tomb is withered, green and yellow. It has adapted to the moisture of the soil. You will definitely let me accompany you to bask in the sun. But more than a thousand days and nights have passed, but your staggering figure can no longer be seen. 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 high above my head, just like you held it when I was a child. I will also cook all the crops, crush them and scatter them into the sky. I believe in you. I can hear the laughter of wheat grains. Another city will also be filled with bright sunshine. 2004.05.13 Grandpa Lanzhou, I came into this world and you smiled heartily. When you left this world, I cried silently. Your smile was bright and wonderful, because your smile was accompanied by a In my new life, I cried with sadness and weakness because my crying could not extend your breathing even half an inch. When I was little, you never hugged me, but I knew you liked me. When I grew up, you couldn’t hold me, but I knew I loved you. Before I was alive, my father told me that I would not exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our living is the continuation of your life. You must forgive me. I cannot remember you all the time, but I promise you that I will never forget you. Even if one day I really forget that beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is alive and well in my body. Dayanhe - my nanny Dayanhe, is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born. She is a child bride, Dayanhe, and is my nanny. I am the son of a landlord; I am also the son of Dayanhe who grew up eating the milk of Dayanhe.
Dayanhe raised her family by raising me, and I was raised by eating your milk, Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayanhe, when I saw the snow today, it reminded me of you: your grass-covered tomb weighed down by the snow, the dead tiles on the eaves of your closed former residence, your 10-foot square meter that was mortgaged The garden, the moss-covered stone bench in front of your door, the Dayan River, and the snow I saw today reminded me of you.
You held me in your arms and caressed me with your thick palms; after you set up the stove, after you wiped the charcoal ashes off your apron, after you tasted the rice, After it’s cooked, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mend your sons’ clothes that were torn by the thorns on the mountainside, after you cut the children’s wounds with a hatchet After wrapping your hands, after you strangled the lice on my husband's shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg of the day, you held me in your arms with your thick palms, Touch me. I am the son of a landlord. After I drank all your milk from Dayanhe, I was taken back to my home by my parents.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I became a new guest in the home of my parents who gave birth to me! I touched the red lacquered and carved furniture, I touched the golden patterns on my parents’ bed, I stared blankly at the plaque on the eaves that read “Family Lunxule” that I didn’t recognize, and I touched the newly put on clothes. Silk and shell buttons, I looked at the unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kang stool with a fire bowl, I ate white rice that had been ground three times, but, I So coy and uneasy! Because I am a new guest in the home of my parents. Dayanhe, in order to survive, after she had drained out her lotion, she began to work with her arms that hugged me; she washed our clothes with a smile, and she arrived with a shopping basket with a smile. She went to the frozen pond at the edge of the village. She smiled, cutting radishes that were covered with ice chips. She smiled, scooping out the wheat grains for pigs to eat. She smiled, fanning the stew stove. Fire, with a smile on her face, she carried a basket on her back and went to the square to dry the soybeans and wheat. In order to survive, after she shed all her lotion, she hugged my arms and worked.
Dayanhe loves her baby deeply; during the New Year, for him, she is busy cutting the candies of winter rice. For him, she often quietly walks to her house on the edge of the village, For him, he would go to her side and call her "Mom", and stick the red and green Guan Yun Chang he painted on the wall beside the stove. Dayanhe would boast to her neighbors about her breasts; Dayanhe I once had a dream that I couldn’t tell anyone: In the dream, she was eating her baby’s wedding wine, sitting in the glorious wedding hall, and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her “mother-in-law”… Dayanhe loves her breasts deeply! Dayanhe was dead before she woke up from her dream. When she died, her baby was not by her side. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. Each of her five sons cried very sadly. When she died, she gently breathed her baby's cry. The name, Dayanhe, is dead. When she died, her nurse was not by her side.
Dayan River went there in tears! With the insult of more than forty years of human life, with the misery of countless slaves, with the four-dollar coffin and a few bunches of straw, with the several feet of land where the coffin was buried, with the The paper money in her hand was ashes, and she went to the Dayan River in tears. This is what Dayanhe doesn't know: her drunken husband is dead, the eldest son became a bandit, the second one died in the smoke of artillery fire, the third one, the fourth one, and the fifth one are here.
4. Modern poems about family love
What is mother?
Mother is a sweet smile
Like a blooming lily
It’s the warm sunshine
It always shines in my heart
It’s a fierce scolding
Just because I didn’t answer the math paper well
It was me who ate two big cakes in the morning
She suddenly came to school at noon
She gave me a cake
It was you who asked her where her birthday was Heaven
My mommy
She said she didn’t know
Mother, actually I want to
influence the winding mountains in the sky
For you who have worked so hard
Carve a towering monument
To store
your sincere words
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Mother, actually I want to
stir up the slow-moving waves in the valley
for you who have dried up from hard work
to find the brightness of the soul Spring
To express gratitude
for your meticulous warmth
Mother, actually I want to
take over the entire colorful spring
For you who have been running around all your life
Remember the happy spring and autumn
Use it to extend
your happy time
Mother, In fact, I want to
catch up with the mood of writing poetry that has been lost for a long time
For you who never want others to praise you
write out my sincere gratitude
p>To prove
Your great heart
It was dismantled and reassembled again
After countless days and nights, it was put together
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Finally, I assembled my heart into a precise scale
What fills the left atrium is deep family love
Fills the right ventricle What is strong love
What wavers left and right is quiet thought
I carefully polish it into a fine pointer
Between family affection and love Keep swinging
After countless weighings, I finally found out
No matter how the years change the code,
the family love that blood is thicker than water can always make
p>The pointer tilts from love to him
Because time is always like a clever magician
He always makes love like beautiful fireworks
Passion is short-lived
Only after you calm down can you discover
The most unforgettable love in the world
In the end it will become a kind of love
Eternal family love where blood is thicker than water
Family love
The flowers of long-separated friendship will also lose their fragrance and fade
The air of long-separated love will both heat up and fade. Will cool down
Only family love is a jar of wine buried deep in the ground. The more it is stored, the thicker and mellower it becomes.
The vastness of the Pacific is so vast
But the pace of family love Enough to cross it
Who can compete with Mount Everest to reach the top of the clouds
But the sound of family love is enough to surround it
I never made a promise
Never vigorous
The lotus roots of family ties are tied with silent blessings
Floating across eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers
There is no magnificent passion
There is no poetry like clear springs and pine trees
Family love is like a clear and rippling lake
With her peaceful face
she tells a series of pathos and touching stories Affectionate
The sunlight occasionally ripples
The breeze blows and the phosphorescence flashes
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The entire lake rises and falls together
Just like the selfless mutual support of family members through thick and thin 5. What are the modern poems that describe "the warmth of family love"
1. They are more than ten thousand miles apart, and each is at the end of the world. ——Liang Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Xing Xing Repeating Xing Xing"
Interpretation: From now on, we are thousands of miles apart. I am on this side of the sky and you are on the other side of the sky.
2. I have slept alone for half my life, and my mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. ——Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again Deep in Qulan"
Interpretation: After separation, I only felt lonely for half my life, and there were already tears on my pillow.
3. Love is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky. ——Song Dynasty: Le Wan's "Bu Shuzi·An Shi"
Definition: After parting, the painful lovesickness is as deep and boundless as the sea, which makes oneself suffer. The beautiful past is like the clouds in the sky, far away. Not available.
4. Seeing Zhu Chengbi full of thoughts, haggard and fragmented, I remember you. ——Tang Dynasty: Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
Definition: I miss you so much that I lose my mind and see red as green in a trance. Missing the consequences, the body is haggard and the mind is in a trance.
5. We are thousands of miles apart, but our hearts are still kind. ——Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Guests Coming from Afar"
Explanation: It was brought from my husband thousands of miles away. These strands should contain my husband's endless concern and longing for me! 6. Modern poems about family love
Looking at my father in childhood
My father is a mountain
And I am a bird in the forest
Birds can never live without the influence of mountains
Looking at my mother in my childhood
My mother is a blue lake
And I am a fish
------ Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake
The mountains give me a strong character
The lake gives me the laughter of water
The mountains have transformed my flying feathers
The lake has shed all my swimming scales
Looking at my father again as an adult
The book about my father has become a forest in the mountains
But I am as tall as a mountain
Wushan will never be able to repay Lin's kindness
See my mother again when I am an adult
----- - My mother turned into a piece of water grass in the lake
But I became a lake
The yellow water grass will always protect the waves of the lake
Eternal mother
When you open your newborn eyes for the first time
The first thing you see is the incomparable holiness of a mother
The loving look and the tears of joy——
Eyes unblinking, staring at you carefully
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But you can’t express family affection, only a flurry of limbs
You are so anxious that you can’t help but cry loudly
After many days and nights of nurturing
I finally sit up straight with your little body
After adjusting my EQ and IQ
I never waited and shouted out the most precious first voice in my life
Mom
This It is the most touching primitive implication
No matter how many languages are rhyming in the world
Only this cry is absolutely the same
There is no music, no poetry
Nothing can be more moving than this one
Wandering Son's Song
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset
The passionate sailor is unwilling to sail far away.
Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise,
My free heart is flying.
Mother, do you care about me?
My mother looked at me uneasily.
Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting?
My mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the sound of the train, the whistle...
Holding a pair of hands tightly through the window. 7. 15 ancient poems about family love
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty: "The Wandering Son")
2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
3. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "Handan Homesickness on Winter Solstice Night")
4. The childish child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty: "Going Home")
5. When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
6. The audio book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. (Early Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty: "Crossing the Han River")
7. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. (Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
8. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest. ——(Nineteen Ancient Poems "Travel Again")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; being a child is the most filial in the world. ——("Proverbs Lian Bi")
10. I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——("Weicheng Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty)
11. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——(Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" of the Tang Dynasty)
12. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——(Tang He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown")
13. My mother is one hundred years old and she often reads eighty children. ——("Song of Encouraging Filial Piety")
14. Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. ——("Proverbs Couplet")
15. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——(Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Man")
16. The mother said that the child was lying dry, while the mother said the child was sleeping wet. ——("Song of Encouragement for Filial Piety")
17. The mother's instrument hangs down and the tube is shining brightly, and the night stand in Wusu is silent. ——("Collection of Proverbs")
18. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——(Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Dr. Du")
19. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as homecoming. ——(Han Yuefu Folk Song "Elegy") 8. What are the modern poems about family love
1. "Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp.
I am on this end, and my mother is on the other end;
When I grow up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I am on this end, The bride is over there;
Later, homesickness is a short grave,
I am outside and my mother is inside;
But now, homesickness is A shallow strait,
I am at this end, and the mainland is at the other end.
2. "Poem to Mother" Modern: Bing Xin
Mother, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time,
But I didn’t Many times, I still haven’t written it well.
Mother, 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 either What, it's like a harsh slap from you when I was a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.
Mother, I think of you again tonight,
I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written,
Even if you are far away You in your hometown will never be able to read it.
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Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
3. "Mother" Modern: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples, I can't help but feel like I was a child,
Tightly Holding on to your skirt,
Oh, mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure,
Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. Open your eyes,
I still treasure that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will cause it to lose your unique warmth,
Oh, mother, Isn't the flow of time equally ruthless?
I'm afraid that memory will also fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I once cried to you for a thorn. Now with a crown of thorns, I won't Dare,
Don’t dare to moan, oh, mother,
I often look up at your photo sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess, I How dare I disturb your sleep? I don't dare to display the sacrifices of love like this, although I have written many songs,
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn,
Haha , Mother, my sweet and deep yearning,
is not a torrent, not a waterfall,
is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing.
4. "Mother" Author: Love Hanyu,
When you raise your eyes, she is the bright moon.
When you lower your head, she is the vast earth.
5. "Parents' Love" Author: Qiu Hai
Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor it carefully.
If maternal love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;
Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.
If mother's true love ignites the hope in our hearts;
Then father's love will be the sail that inspires our voyage. 9. Are there any modern poems about family love?
Poems about family love 1. "In the World of Family Love" The spring water of Danfeixia flowing from the blood nourishes the small vegetable garden and the spring spirit is created from life The love that comes out maintains the harmony and happiness of the big family. The virtues cultivated through inheritance are passed down from generation to generation on the land of China. They have paid hard and doted on them without feeling the pain and fatigue. There are many defective products that have been cultivated. I don’t love them anymore. Maybe... family love is very strong but also very fragile. If you treat life well, you may be able to find the true meaning in strength and weakness. 2. "Family Love" Ruoyun Ruoyun Family love is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth.
It is care everywhere, giving you care. It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you in the right direction.
It is a bowl of porridge when you are hungry and thirsty, to satisfy your hunger and quench your thirst. It's a cotton coat to keep you warm when it's cold.
It is an umbrella on rainy days to protect you from the wind and rain. It is the support when you are tired and gives you warmth.
It is your embrace when you are sad and heals you. Family love is an ever-lasting love! It’s deep love! 3. "The Taste of Family Love" The beauty of mountains and seas, the fragrance of tobacco and wine, and the strong fragrance of wine are the taste of my father.
The food is fragrant and sweet, that is the taste of mother. Ah, the smell of parents is the lingering happiness.
How can we repay the kindness of our parents? Chest and shoulders are broad, and he is as tall as a mountain. That is what a husband looks like.
Warm love and devotion are what a wife tastes like.
Ah, the taste of husband and wife is that the vines and trees rely on each other.
Husband and wife love each other and grow old together hand in hand. Sheltering from wind and rain, in a manly manner, that is what a brother is like.
The fragrance of rouge and the long-lasting friendship are the smell of a sister. Ah, the smell of my brother and sister is like the gentle breeze blowing the seedlings.
How can I forget the love and care of my brother and sister. Innocent, naughty and playful, that's what my younger brother is like.
Graceful and graceful, like a flower blooming for the first time, that is the taste of my sister. Ah, the smell of siblings is a beautiful fairy tale song.
The childlike innocence of the younger siblings is the spark of hope.
I didn't answer the math paper well because I ate two large cakes in the morning. At noon, she suddenly came to school to give me a cake. You asked her when her birthday was, my mommy, and she said she didn't know.