Essay poem about thanking father: Father Author: Yang Chaoxin
All the farming and past events
It becomes empty on snowy days in winter.
Like a bare field after harvest.
The pipe gives off a pleasant smell.
Happiness becomes within reach.
Folk songs spread like water.
A good time to bloom.
The pain of scraping bones and healing wounds
A generation that once fought for survival.
It hurts, and it's dying.
Even a small basket.
It also weighs heavily on the old body.
The bow parallel to the ground.
The mountain road has become rugged and full of bumps.
One pot and one slurry.
Full of bitterness
A winding mountain road
Wandering on an old wooden boat.
Silent till late at night
Essay on Gratitude for Father Part II: Greetings from Father Author: Qin An
Greet the fields in spring and March gently.
My father's shadow remains in my heart like a farmland.
An old cow who works with his father.
Years measure cold autumn
Father, your bent back
How much food is guaranteed?
Your precious shoulder pole
I can't carry it on my shoulders because I feel unwell.
Father, your calloused hands
Sneak into silent old age
The pen that I used to swing.
Because of the stiff hand, I stopped at the bedside.
Father, your inconvenient feet
Smoothed the edges and corners of the horizontal terraces.
Whenever the horn of dawn sounds
Your busy figure is always ahead.
Father, your loose teeth
Lost the original beauty and shyness.
Hard food
Just passed before your eyes.
Father, your black cigarette bottle.
Do you often clean it?
Take a deep breath before going to work in the morning.
Physical changes are not without cause and effect.
Your sweet potato, Lamian Noodles.
It's hard to swallow without a meal.
father
As long as you eat comfortably, so do we.
Father is old.
He has been making love to his family and children all his life.
Fertile land is cultivated in order to get one or two more silver.
The child's employment father's eyes have a bright piece of gold.
I still remember the color of my hometown.
I spent it there before I was seven.
Like thick dust that can't be washed away at one time.
How can I not remember my father's shadow flashing in my mind?
Therefore, thoughts light up the pulse at home.
Dialed the radio waves at night.
My father's hoarse voice told me that I was not feeling well recently.
A greeting brought me to the years that precipitated many years ago.
Yes, in the field.
My father's eyes are covered by the staff.
Sunrise and sunset, busy
I want to return the gift to make up for the bitterness I owe.
In the dim light, you watch country TV.
You can't live without your rural life.
How many years have you passed?
How many joys and sorrows are engraved in your eyes?
Walking on the country road home
The excitement is extremely exposed.
Wait for me in the wheat field.
The dog next to me cocked its tail to bless me.
It was like this all the way.
The long-lost echo in my ear is vivid.
Father, you have done so much for your family.
It is the greatest happiness of my life to have you in my heart.
It's March again.
After a winter's sleep, the malt began to revive.
Father, you have worked hard.
Silent blessing
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Your back has been bent by me.
I also doused your warm-blooded heart.
Your eyes are full of me.
Your ideal has become my ideal.
The loss seen in the dream
The desolation of realistic tragedy
My heart is no longer burning.
My eyes are gradually filled with you.
You don't want to shrink into a hospital bed at the end of your life.
Young you passed by death.
In your dream, you are old.
Your reality is bleak.
Your flowers are bald.
My eyebrows are on end.
The unfinished road of your life