Are there any poems praising my father?

For Wei Ba, Chu Shi and Du Fu, meeting friends is almost as difficult as meeting the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row. They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, our daughter drank wine. In spring, leeks are in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . Du Fu in the moonlight is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight and looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . Deng Yubin said that an empty shell is wrapped in a thousand spirits, and it is very sinful for a dry skull to wear it. I have done my best for the children, and I have done my best for the furniture. If you save too much, who will live forever?

Pay tribute to your father. Dad was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. It is because of your efforts that the family is harmonious and happy, and the days are getting better and better. Perhaps it is undeniable that dad's contribution to the family is no less than that of mom. In the real society, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of fathers all over the world, nothing is more important than relying on his own home, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for a comfortable and happy life for his family. What a respectable and great father. There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. It's time to express our sincere love to our father on Father's Day. When my father is hazy, my father is a mountain, and I can always see it from my shoulders. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy and now, father, you are a deep poem. Your son silently reads tears and gently sheds his father's blue sky, a dark and mysterious mountain, a quiet and deep vast land, a vibrant opportunity, and how harmonious all creatures are with nature. The field ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, the grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes, and the Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth, which was pulled out by the light footsteps of parents, but it is the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development. The blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here. Moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I feel peace in snoring, and I feel the light of white hair in the mirror. The years when my father was built by wind and rain have profoundly outlined wisdom and life. Father's grace is no longer. There are traces everywhere. Dead leaves and lush grass have long since disappeared. Why are the years so hasty? I remember that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset dyed red by hongyun. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. It seems that my father loves me deeply. I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree and you are a small tree. Now I want to say to my father: You will always be my big tree.

I miss my father. Father hasn't gone far, and he has a few words in his heart. My father's figure has been hovering in front of my eyes, not in the play. Father's breath is still diffuse, inside and outside! Every mountain and water embodies his father's affection, and every grass and tree embodies his care. Thinking of my father's kindness, my love keeps pouring out. How many feelings in life should be brought out by the father, and how many are dear to the father? Please tell me. Father, your son is among us. Father, do you want those lovely children to leave safely? Stop crying, dad. We called his name in unison. Look, it is the sky that welcomes his return with an open and soft heart. Father, how lucky we are. Your son left a Yuan Ye at dawn and a dream of peace among us. Father is old. Father is old? But we grew up. Father is a boat? Carrying our harmony, warmth and dreams? In the storm? An oar shakes away the hardships of the years? When the ship was worn out. We sailed into a sheltered port? Father is an ox cart? Carrying our childhood and youth? On the long road of life? Step by step, crush hard poems? When the ox cart was worn out? We built a happy family? Father is a hoe? Sweating and dripping food into the ground is a common occurrence? Between heaven and earth? A hoe shovels away the absurdity of life? When the hoe is dull? We had a delicious meal. Father is a big tree? Despite the wind and rain, but indomitable? In the empty yuan ye? Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful emotions? When the tree is old? We have a wind wall and an umbrella to keep out the rain? Father is history? The wrinkles are engraved with humiliation and glory? There are hardships and sweetness hidden in white hair? Cold hands, huh? This is a brilliant tomorrow. We grew up? Father is old? Behind his faltering steps? Our children have a happy smile? Day by day.