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I don't like the story of poor children reading. It's difficult at home. My father died and my sister-in-law was starving. But after he graduated from college, he insisted on going to graduate school, and my mother had to sell blood ... I think that is a selfish student. It's a long way to learn. Why care too much for a few years? Besides, every minute at this time is extremely bitter, and it needs mother's blood to irrigate! A person who can't even love his mother, who can he expect to love? How can a person who puts his own interests in the supreme position become a master who has dedicated himself to mankind?

I don't like homeless people whose parents are seriously ill in bed and suddenly leave, no matter how many reasons you have. There is no one rotating on the earth, and there is no need to exaggerate personal strength to an incredible extent. On his deathbed, it is disrespectful to cut off his last hope in the world and travel in loneliness with despair.

I believe that every sincere and upright child has made a big wish of "filial piety" to his parents from the bottom of his heart. I believe that the days ahead will be very long, will come naturally, and I can be filial when I succeed.

It's a pity that people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the brevity of life, forget the kindness that can never be repaid in the world, and forget the fragility of life itself.

My parents left with deep concern for us. When our parents left, we felt that they would never return. You will never be filial. There are some things that we couldn't understand when we were young. When we understand, we are no longer young. Some things in the world can be made up, and some things can never be made up. "Filial piety" is a fleeting attachment, and "filial piety" is an unrepeatable happiness. "Filial piety" is a past tense, and "filial piety" is a chain at the junction of life and life. Once it's disconnected, it can't be connected again.

Be filial to your parents. Maybe a mansion, maybe a brick; Maybe it's a swan on the other side of the ocean, maybe it's a message close at hand; Maybe it's a pure black doctor's hat, maybe it's a red five in the exercise book; Maybe it's a table of delicious food, maybe it's a wild fruit and a small flower; Maybe it is a colorful dress, maybe it is a pair of clean old shoes; Maybe tens of thousands of dollars, maybe just a coin with body temperature. ...

But on the scale of filial piety, they are equal.