Holly D Salter
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Tears of the Father
Father's love is a deep love and an indispensable responsibility. Fatherly love does not have the warm words of thoughtfulness, the incessant nagging in my ears, or the tenderness of spending time with my day and night. But my father has always given me a mountain of reliance, giving me a kind of peace of mind at all times.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
The relief of love
People call her "moldy sister-in-law", not the plum of plum, but the mold of mold, the meaning of bad luck The man was also a rural man, a family match, making a living as a carpenter, although not well-off, but also does not seem to be poor, the two love each other, but also full of happiness!
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Fiction
Inch of grass - and walk and cherish
Whenever I mention the word "mother", I always need a lot of courage, because the word "mother" is too heavy, she carries a heavy love, so I dare not easily blaspheme her holy. And more heavy than the word "mother" is: Mother's Day.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass rewards the kindness of three springs
I always want to write something about my mother, but every time I lift my pen, I don't know how to write. When I was a child, my mother worked in the city, and I lived in the countryside with my grandfather and grandmother, so I seldom saw my mother, so she is only a vague image in my memory. Every New Year's Eve, my mother always came back on time, regardless of the snow and wind, regardless of the rainstorm, my mother always rushed back home in the stars to spend the New Year with us.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Happy Harbor
The night is late, the lights are out, can not be extinguished feelings very; wind up, the evening breeze, blowing a thousand thoughts. The quiet night, the small window, the night reflects the yellow flowers, a little silver light. The sound of the keyboard is extra crisp, with the help of ten fingers, remember a life journey!
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Before a long trip, must go to the place
I was suddenly afraid that time would blur, especially the memory of my mother frozen in my heart, so I hurriedly packed up any other worries and sorrows and went to the cemetery, there were still some days before the Qingming, and the drive was smooth, the car drove to the mountain water Baihe, far away, I saw the graves of my parents on the mountain, hot tears suddenly came out of my eyes I was so happy that my eyes were covered with tears.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Older parents
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but his parents do not wait. I watched a video, which tells a small story, let me silent for a long time ...... an old man in the story told, "a pair of readers to a very high degree of siblings, when they work outside more than a year did not go home la, siblings back home, he did not dream to return home, let him see is They were very surprised to see a scene, he found that his mother had left, and then his father was alone in the past. But when they returned home, it was like his father's house was in disarray like a warehouse, like a garbage dump. The siblings blamed themselves very much and then used two days to clean that house like a bit before they saw the light. Then, while cleaning the house, they found a paragraph in one of his father's books. It was very simple.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
Filial piety can't wait... visit home often.
Filial piety is the foundation of being a human being. As the saying goes, a drop of love should be repaid with a spring. Any kind of love should be returned, not to mention our teachers and parents. One cannot forget one's roots, filial piety cannot wait, and one cannot forget that the kindness of teachers and parents is heavier than mountains and deeper than the sea.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Write to my 16-year-old daughter
16 years old is the most beautiful time in life. Whenever I touch your warm hands, kiss your face through the skin of the red, the heart will always give birth to many inexplicable touched, if I still have a variety of life fondness, then you are the continuation of my life. You are a precious gift from God to me, after several twists and turns I finally kept you, a few hints of satisfaction, a few hints of pain, sometimes suddenly woke up at night, looking at the sleeping daughter, and thought, such a person can never be hurt, I am willing to use their lives to accompany you for life, every moment can protect you, care for you.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
There is time to be a filial son or daughter
The family is like a big tree, the elderly are the roots, the children are the branches and fruits, and only when the roots are deep can the leaves flourish. Therefore, the root of nourishment is to love, respect, and honor the elderly. A benevolent person loves people, and later people always love them. Filial piety is the root of the five thousand years of Chinese culture and the virtue of the five thousand years of Chinese tradition.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families