What are the modern poems about "traditional virtues"?

There is a saying that is the kindest, a phone call is the most beautiful, there is a person who should be most grateful, and there is a person who should be most grateful. She is the mother and he is the father. My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch. Dad's waist bent, and he gave me a straight back. Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes. Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth. Listening to my mother's earnest words and facing my father's deep eyes, we have long been accustomed to this concern and take it for granted. I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.

Parental love-anonymity

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully. If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity; Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor. If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail.

Grateful Heart, in my heart forever-Anonymous.

Leaves are floating in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love, we moistened the true feelings of the world, thanked our parents and gave us precious lives; Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn; Thanks to our friends for their sincere help; Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment. Thanks to in my heart forever.

Mother-Anonymous

My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as the cold jade of a thousand years. When I raise my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I lower my head, she is a vast land.

Parents-Anonymous

You are like spring, feeding my ignorance with youth and indulging my play. You are like summer, marking my life with painstaking efforts. Tolerance of my unruly. You are like autumn, and the joy of autumn harvest can't cover up your vicissitudes. Like winter, you no longer stand proudly, leaving only gray hair on your temples. Your life is like the colorful four seasons, and I have devoted my life to the brilliance.