a letter to parents

Dear Mom and Dad:

Hello! Time passed, a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, even I can not believe that I am so big! Seeing your weather-beaten face, I know this is true! It’s the way you pave the way for me!

Mom and Dad, thank you, gave me the right to come to this world. It is your broad mind and deep love that embraces all my strengths and weaknesses and generously gives me a space of my own. Thank you, let my childhood have a beautiful scenery, sunny days, you give me a bright and clear sky; when the wind blows the rain, you hold a warm umbrella for me. Mother loves voice, even if you walk through thousands of mountains and waters, you will never be able to walk your kind eyes; father love is speechless, your back is my eternal love, your strength guides me forward!

Mother love is like the sea, even if time has passed, it is difficult to hide your open feelings. Mother! You will always be my safe haven; maternal love is like the sea, let alone the mountains and rivers, can not cover your kind eyes. Mother! You are the mourning that I can never give up; mother love is like the sea, although the wind and rain often accompany you, the umbrella that my heart does not fold; the mother loves the sea, even if I call sincerely, I can’t bear to look at your old face again; mother love is like the sea, even The sun is like a fire, you are still the crown of the tree that stretches on my head, and the branches always flow with the dew that you have made with your mother's love. But I know that the love that my mother has given me has become Wang Yang. I am grateful for my life. I hope that I am a tree seedling cultivated by my mother. My mother watered and fertilized me, and it hurts me. Big tree, I use my body to cover the wind and rain for my mother, to support the mother for a green shade, to thank the mother, to dedicate my life's love...

Father as a mountain! Dad, you are ordinary, running like a city man for life; you are strong, not as easy to cry as all men; you are silent, like all non-talking people; you are monotonous Like all the parents in the world, I sincerely hope that I will have a better life! However, although you are ordinary, you have propped up your home; you are strong and weak, but you have a weak side; although you are silent, you have said the most touching words; although you are monotonous, you love me more than anything! Father loves the mountain, like a mountain, like a mountain green, put her daughter on the mountain, put it on the heart... Father, in my mind, you will always be a mountain, deep and honest, even if I have gone through all the hardships, Can't get out of this mountain of love. Although the white hair of the years has climbed into your two eyes, in my opinion you are always young! Because, in the sea of ​​wisdom, you will be with Qingshan, not as old as Qingshan. I know that even if I ask for help from the sun, I can't dry your heart, because your heart has turned into a wave of love. You are my eternal spring. You are my lifelong attachment. You are my life. all!

Perhaps, I was so capricious; perhaps, in your eyes, I will always be a child who grows up. Like other peers, I have a unique rebellious adolescence. I want to pursue my own personality and want to have a unique taste different from ordinary people, but all this is just a shadow. Because you look at the woman's heart, I have to carry all kinds of pressure, and I am struggling in the sea of ​​books - is it to fly higher? What I want, what I am pursuing is just my real favorite life, I like it is no reason! I hope my dear mom and dad can give me more space that belongs to me. Of course, before you fly the kite, I promise to study hard, fly hard, and get closer to the light!

Thanks to Dad, thank you Mom, when I am no longer young, when I quietly count the white hair on your head, when I gently touch the wrinkles on your face;

Thank you, Dad, thank you mom, when you are no longer young, when spring comes again in the autumn, your silent love is still with me on my journey, when your eyes are full of countless concerns and warmth;

I finally understand:

It was my parents who gave me the whole world!

returning a Favour many times more! Parents are an old book, and even if I use my life, I can’t finish reading...

Taicheng second grade sixth grade: Luo Junyan