Modern poems about family ties

Modern family poems 1. Modern poems about family ties

A family tree, homesickness, affectionate love, a mother who sent a paper boat, a 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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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 poems about family ties

When I was a child, my father was a mountain and I was a bird in the forest. When I was a child, my mother was a blue lake and I was a fish. Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake. The lake gave me a strong character, and the smiling mountain gave me water. The evolution of my Feiyu Lake made me swim in fish scales. When I am an adult, I will read my father's books. My father has become a forest in the mountains, and I am tall and straight, and the mountains will always pay off. When I am an adult, I will look at my mother-my mother will become a water plant in the lake, and I will become a yellow water plant in the lake, covering the waves of the lake forever. When my eternal mother opened her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing I saw was her incomparable holiness and love and tears of joy-her eyes were unblinkingly. Staring at you carefully, your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively but can't express your affection. You're only anxious about a flurry of limbs-you can't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, you finally sit up straight. After adjusting your emotional intelligence and IQ, your little body never waits, shouting the most precious first voice in life-mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one.

Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my 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 sound of the train, the flute ... hold a pair of hands tightly through the window.

3. Modern love poems

What is a mother? My mother smiles as sweetly as a blooming lily. Warm sunshine always shines on my heart. This is a vicious scolding. I ate two cakes this morning because I didn't answer the math paper well. At noon, she suddenly sent me a cake at school. You asked her when her birthday was. My mother said she didn't know her mother. In fact, I want to influence the distant mountains to carve a towering monument for you. You have worked hard to store your prophetic words, mother. In fact, I want to stir up the slowly flowing waves in the valley, find the bright spring of your soul for you who have worked hard and dried up, and thank you for your meticulous warm mother. In fact, I want to cover the whole colorful spring, remember the happy spring and autumn for the people who have been running around all your life, and extend your happy time, mom. In fact, I want to find my long-lost mood of writing poetry, and I don't want others to praise you. You write down your sincere thanks to prove that your great heart has been dismantled, installed and dismantled. After countless days and nights, I finally assembled my heart into an accurate balance, filled the left atrium with deep affection, filled the right ventricle with deep love, and swayed from side to side with quiet thoughts. I carefully ground it into a pointer about love and feelings. After countless times of weighing, I finally found that no matter how time changes the weight, the affection of blood is thicker than water can always tilt the pointer from the place of love to him, because time is always like a clever magician, and he can always make love like a beautiful fireworks, a flash in the pan. Calm down and find that the most unforgettable love in the world will eventually become an eternal family relationship with blood thicker than water, and the flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance. The air of love that has been separated for a long time will both heat up and cool down. Only family is an altar of wine buried deep underground. The more you hide, the stronger you will become. The Pacific Ocean without Ni is vast, but the footsteps of affection are enough to cross Mount Everest. But the sound of affection is enough to surround it. The lotus root, which has never vowed to have a vigorous affection, is tied with silent blessings. There is no magnificent passion, and there is no clear spring reflecting pine. Her poetry is like a clear and dreamy lake. With a quiet face, she told a touching sunshine story. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows through phosphorescence, and the whole lake rises and falls together, just like a family in the same boat.

4. Are there any modern poems about family ties?

Poem about affection 1 In the world of affection, the spring flowing in Dan Fei Xia's blood moistens the small vegetable garden, and the friendship forged by life maintains the harmony and happiness of the big family. The virtue of inheritance has been passed down from generation to generation in China. I really love it. I don't feel bitter or tired, but I don't like the inferior products ... My family is very strong and fragile. I may find the true meaning in being strong and fragile. 2. "Family" If it rains,

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 hate 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 and the passing time, there will always be tears flowing from the confession of your 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. And I'm still secretly glad I'm 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. Treat your loved ones in full bloom, but don't be sad. Know how to cherish the full moon. We like wading and climbing mountains. We had a good time. We pay for the joys and sorrows. We enjoy everything. If you are sick, you will be sick. 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.

5. Modern poems about family ties

"Remembering My Grandpa" (two songs) 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, so 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 then there will be a long silence. I can only miss the pear trees you planted with your own hands and the old house covered with snow and dusty with your own hands. Grandma sighed and talked for a long time in the dark. My serious insomnia will follow your example and live quietly with my parents on the horizon for two years. You just lie quietly and let us guess everything in the blue sky, so I want to stand on the yellow land and say that when the dark clouds are full of tears, you'd better close your eyes. 4. 16 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. Most of the time, you are wandering outside to watch the door and do odd jobs for others. After several Spring Festival, you didn't come back. Over the years, we are used to your absence, but we still can't face the portrait on the table. The grass on the grave is withered, green, yellow and the soil is wet. You will definitely let me bask in the sun with you. However, more than a thousand days and nights have passed, but I can't see your stumbling figure anymore. So I want to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts. The remaining half box of matches will be held high above my head as you held it when you were a child, and I will cook all the crops. Crushed and scattered into the sky. I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat. Another city will also be full of bright sunshine. Grandpa Lanzhou, May 2004.13, I came into this world. You laughed and left this world. I cried silently. You smiled brightly, because your smile is accompanied by new life. I cry sadly and feebly, because my crying can't extend your breath by half an inch. I know you never hugged me when I was a kid. You like me. When I grow up, you can't hold me, but I know I love you. Your father told me before you died that I wouldn't exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our living is the continuation of your life. 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. Dayanhe, my nanny, is 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 a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate rice that had been verified 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.

6. Modern poems about family ties

"Remembering My Grandpa" (two songs) Author: You coughed loudly with that shovel in the northwest of Southwest China, and finally a grave was built on a strange hill, and that hill became your home. My resting place stands in the sunset. I can sit here and overlook, but the heaviness of loess buries your sight, leaving me missing you only 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 so that you can stumble and warm your legs. Then there will be a long time of loneliness, just like now I can only miss you in an empty space. The pear trees you planted by yourself are covered with snow, and the old houses you built by yourself are covered with dust. Grandma's sighing chat prolonged my serious insomnia in the dark. I will follow your example with my 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 land and say that you'd better close your eyes when the dark clouds are full of tears. In the dream of Northwest Normal University, April 16, 2003, I will be caught in the rain. The streets of the city are full of rain. The piles of fires that you once lit together will dry up 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. Most of the time, you are wandering outside to watch the door and do odd jobs for others. After several Spring Festival, we are used to your absence, but we can't face the portrait on the table. The grass on the grave withered and turned green. Huang has adapted to the wet soil, so you will definitely let me accompany you to bask in the sun. However, more than a thousand days and nights have passed, but 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. The remaining half box of matches will be held high above my head as you did when I was a child. I will also cook, crush and scatter all the crops into the sky. I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat. Another city will also be full of bright sunshine.4.05.0000806 Grandpa Lanzhou, when I came to this world, you left this world laughing. I cried silently, and you smiled brightly, because your smile is accompanied by new life. I cry sadly and feebly, because my crying can't prolong your breath by half an inch. You never hugged me when I was young, 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 before you died that I wouldn't exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our living is the continuation of your life. You should forgive me. I can't remember you forever, but I promise I will never forget you. Even if one day I really forget the beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is flowing in my body. Dayanhe, my nanny, is 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 a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate rice that had been verified 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. What Dayan didn't know was that 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 lived in the scolding of the master and landlord.

And I, I'm writing.

7. Modern poems about family ties

What is a mother?

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.