Poetry about dad 1. Poetry about dad
Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren. -Nie Zhongyi's "Tian Jia"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. They brought me wine and vegetables before they could answer questions. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"
Go out and ask for a fire companion, and resign your father and brother at home. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"
In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents. -Lu You "Watching the children in the village play on the stream"
What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The idiot didn't know the father-son ceremony, which made him angry, begged for food and cried eastward. -Du Fu's "Worry Collection"
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
A wonderful year, fathers and brothers should make up for it, and the public should be able to cope. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Fan Deru to Know Qingzhou"
On the road to success, the flag was raised, and the elders came from afar and followed. -Qian Liu's "Song of Returning Home with the Army System"
Father's grave is not long, and the gold has been divided into fields and houses. -Guan Xiu "It's hard to go"
When Sirius dies, father and son can feel at ease. -Li Bai's "Song of Kyle in Zhou Hu"
My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water. -Su Shi's "Send Jia Naimei"
Father and brother teach each other and seek fame and fortune. -Yuan Zhen's "Estimating the Guest Music"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
However, he didn't give it himself. He ordered it to follow his father. -Liu Zongyuan's "Wei" (tasting Jian Feng Yu. 》
No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
2. Poems and ancient poems about my father
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.
Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of affectionate expectations and windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the harmonious and happy life of the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe only mom is good in the world, and not many people have appeal, because it is undeniable that dad is no less devoted to his family than mom. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the world's father, nothing is more important than relying on his family, 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. This is Father's Day, to express our sincere love to our father. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. 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 in such a hurry? 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. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father, caressing the railings of the city and looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown. I think of my father outside Qian Shan, on the dirt. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures, holding farm tools close to the soil, loving the soil and kissing us in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Mao's poems grow in the fields and stand on his father's head like his father. Being away from home for many years is my father's wish for many years. A hunchbacked figure can be vividly seen, standing on the golden ridge in September, with a shiny sickle in his hand, blessing his father.
3. Classic sentences about father's poems
"To Wei Ba Chu Shi" Du Fu
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as 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 now have gray 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 Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, 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? .
1. Few fathers care about their children, at least most fathers care more about money (chesterfield)
2. One father can manage a hundred sons, and a hundred sons can't manage a father (Europe).
Father's fame sometimes does not help his son, but drowns him: they stand too close, and the shadow stifles growth. Jonson)
No one really knows his father, but we all have some kind of guess or some kind of trust.
5. Every generation always rebelled against their parents, but made friends with their grandparents (Mountford)
The above is for reference.
4. Poems about my father
Motto couplets are a father's virtue and a son's legacy.
The parents of "epigram couplet" are highly respected; Give children a good education.
Motto: The Struggle Hope of Couplets-Father's love is like dust
"Motto Lian Bi" Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
The Book of Songs mourned my parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother.
Children's Language is full of love and hardship. Who knows my parents when it hurts?
In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Yan Zhitui's father was unkind and his son unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
In The Book of Songs, my father gave birth to me and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nursed, cared and answered me.
"Father's Love" Father's love is as deep as the sea.
Children's Language is full of love and hardship. Who knows my parents when it hurts?
5. Poems describing father
Father loves mountains. Inscription: If I were a grass, then my father would rot under my roots with his own flesh and blood, and let me thrive; If I have feet, then every road I walk has gravel paved with my father's body, which makes me more practical; If I can stand up, then he must be standing on his father's shoulder.
Family, an ancient vine, carries nostalgia for the years and lingering for the past. Flourishing branches, full of yearning, tolerance and waiting, condense the past, present and future.
Affection is a sea of affection, depicting the most beautiful picture in spring and magnificent poems in summer. A broad mind is full of longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.
Affection is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable, the years are constantly cutting, looking for the Millennium, and the ends of the earth are closely connected.
I don't remember who said the above words, but I remember that on that cold winter night, I pressed this yellow paper under the desk glass. Maybe I didn't savor the meaning. If this text program is not about family, I may have forgotten that this article is called Family.
With the growth of age, people have different views on things, and of course I am no exception. There are family ties in the world: family ties, love and friendship are all important. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my family. When I was a child, I always thought it was normal and natural for my father to love me. Perhaps my father's contribution to me can only be truly understood and realized when I become a father one day.
Now look at "family" carefully, it seems that we can vaguely understand the middle meaning. It's a little sad to think of it. My father was very angry when I was a child, but I don't know why I didn't know what to say when I was with my father. After leaving my father, I miss him day and night. Looking at my father's increasingly pale hair in recent years is very unpleasant.
Father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, simple, honest and loyal person. Father's love is not good at words, but only by heart.
When I was a child, my father gave me the deepest impression that anything would do. When I was a child, I decided to be a generalist like my father when I grew up. "My life is tired! For you, for this family! " When I was a child, my father once said this to me with a smile. When I was a child, I looked at my father with an innocent face and smiled, but I couldn't understand.
Only father has this home. Father supported the whole family with his hands. At that time, my mother was sickly and could only do some simple housework. It can be said that father has always played the dual role of father and mother. Whether it is washing clothes and cooking, or tutoring my sister and me, my father should take care of my sick mother. I grew up eating my father's food. I clearly remember my father's tears. Even under the attack of illness, I have never seen my father's tears. I always thought my father wouldn't cry, at least not in front of me.
That was when I was in the first grade, and my grandmother passed away. My father was afraid that I couldn't find a job after I failed in my studies, so he bought the inheritance right of my ancestral home from my uncle and they rebuilt it. My father was too busy with his work and rebuilding his ancestral home to take care of me. My sister went to study abroad, leaving me alone in the Nuo family.
Naughty by nature, I took out the pocket money my parents gave me while my family was away. I was crazy. Walking around with my classmates every day, buying snacks, playing games and roller skating, and staying at home for several nights. I vaguely remember that Tuesday morning, a familiar figure appeared outside the school gate Yes, it's him, my father. Looking at my father's tired body, it seems that he has been old for a while. Father looked at me for a long time and said nothing.
I know what my father's eyes are saying to me, as if asking me why I haven't been home for a few days. Air condenses and time stops. When he left, his father said, "Your mother and I have no time to take care of you these days. You have lost weight again! " When my father turned away, I saw the glittering tears in his eyes. My father cried, and my father, who never cried in front of me, also cried, which gave me a great shock. I feel a little dull pain now. No matter what I did wrong, my father never hit me or scolded me, but patiently educated me and gave me reason.
Because my father's tears shocked me, I restrained a lot and learned a lot from then on. The night before I left my hometown to study abroad for the first time in my life, my father told me many, many exhortations.
Growing up, I never had deep feelings with my father. It was not until late at night that I fell asleep in my father's voice. I feel that my father didn't get up and leave. He looked at me quietly, at this son who made him love life.
.. I felt warm and safe that night.
Afterwards, I learned from my mother's words that my father didn't sleep a wink that night and looked at his son who was about to leave. After I left, my father always thought of me in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to sleep, for fear that I was not used to it in a foreign land. To me, I am like a bird flying freely from a cage. I don't know how comfortable it is, but I never thought of my father's worry.
I started working in 2002. My sister came to the city where I work on business. Brother and sister, long time no see, there are endless words, but I always feel that my sister seems to have something to say to me, but she has taken it back. I saw it. After my repeated questioning, I learned that my father had cerebral thrombosis more than a week ago, which led to transient shock that night. He was admitted to the hospital after 4 o'clock in the middle of the night. My father gave me a job and wouldn't let my mother and my sister tell me the news.
Cerebral thrombosis? It was like a bolt from the blue, and I deeply felt that my father was old again. I asked my boss for leave, packed my bags and went home with my sister to visit my father.
When I saw my father again, he looked surprised, but looking at my sister behind me, my father understood everything. "How did you come back?" "Sister doesn't say you are ill, I still don't know what's going on?" "Nothing, a little ailment, need it to be? I told you, I'm afraid you'll be distracted at work. "
Father's cerebral thrombosis has stabilized, but it has left a sequela-walking is no longer possible.
6. Poems about my father
In this land
There are endless mountain roads and endless rivers.
Too many things have settled in the ground.
Residual vicissitudes of life
The old well and the old man at the entrance to the village.
Gave you too much hope.
The rubble is covered with moss.
Time is wasted. Have you witnessed your growth?
Follow in my father's footsteps
All that's left is blood and sweat
And Gu Song, who has been bent by the years.
Standing in the wind, trembling slightly.
Look, it's cruel wind and frost.
Cheeks wrinkled and black hair turned white.
This silent chapter
Waiting for publication
Or are you recording your life?
Let the children and grandchildren read it?
Father, your hands are rough.
In exchange for our spring.
Warm and happy
And I, please forgive me.
Because I'm afraid
A clumsy pen can't write your love for us.
Father, your whole life.
Too busy, too tired
I can only walk on buildings.
Weave a poem
Let time decide.
Let it read slowly.
7. Poems about father
Father, if you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut off a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. Geji will not become a paradise to pursue. On the coast of the new world, I will surely sow the seeds of your hope. I am the daughter of the sea, no matter whether it is leafy or not tomorrow. Your sea will always be full of deep yearning for windy days. Your powerful arm entrusts me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into smoke and dissipate, the sky is wider than the sea, and the sky is wider than your heart.
8. Poems and articles about father
From the day I can write, my father has written many articles, and I have been wandering between the fields you cultivated. I've been wanting to write something about your father for years. Every time I have the idea of writing, it quickly shakes your life. Now your mind is full of flowers and deaf ears. Sixty-five years of wind and rain have bent the wrinkles on your back, like the fields behind the village. Words have never been so heavy. Why not plant the whole grain in your hand and fertilize it well, and it will be lush? My illusory words and impetuous feelings can't take root and imitate your rice ripening process. I call you less and less because I'm still falling. I used to be your proudest seed, shouldering the greatest glory in your heart, but I am still falling. I don't have my own field and brilliant career to rely on. The oath before leaving is still a dream. The rainbow in Wangdu City is empty in my heart, and I think of the crops behind the village. You are still practicing. You always put the seedlings upright, always make the ridges watertight, and always carefully dry the rice grains and put them in the haystack. You haven't studied for a few years, but you can't read a few words. Just because you have no education for five years, you have opened a mountain for several years and built the first round kiln in the village. You are not good at circuitous things. You are an old party member. The integrity of the veterans has returned to the village. This is a fertile ground for generations of life, but it does not support people. You taught me to write horizontally and vertically by planting crops. You pulled out barnyard grass one by one, and let me know that it is different from setting fire to rice seedlings. You say: fire should be hollow, and people should be loyal. I finished primary school in the rubble you picked up from selling mountains. After you finished junior high school in your constant struggle with drought and flood disasters, you rewarded me with a brand-new hero pen and let me get the first place in the exam. Reading my testimony word by word under the dim kerosene lamp. You said that you could make the soil moisture the highest in the village, and weeding more weeds could save a little chemical fertilizer. Your military cotton shoes are very strong, and your military belt will be tied around my waist in winter. My high heels will freeze and rot. You will take me back to the village with a cow in the heavy snow. I am determined to dive to Longmen. Your expression is very complicated. You were very proud when my average score in the middle school entrance examination was 98.5. I sold all your grain and cut all the bamboo. Borrowing from door to door, finishing secondary school and going to work, the industry reform has begun. In addition to giving you the pride of making you poorer, in that difficult state-owned enterprise, I strive to bring back a filial piety every time I go back, even if it is a cabbage, even if it is a bright future of self-deception. I shouldn't contradict you. When you talk about the truth of revolutionary history and new life at the dinner table, I resolutely resist it like a calf that has not been domesticated by life. I said that you and I are one country. * * * I didn't care about your surprise at the relationship. In the summer of 200 1, I pretended to be relaxed and told you that I had betrayed my current identity and diploma title and smashed my iron rice bowl, but I didn't dare to look you in the eye. As always, you have no objection, just as a marriage is my own decision. Since then, I have been farther away from home, and once a year, I have to visit my relatives in a hurry. You are so old these years, and you are often sick, and you will send me to the station to continue. Before I leave, I like to hear more and more that fatherly love is the eternal root of my son. I wrote my life as a mountain, and condensed my family's love into an adult's experience. In order to develop my lover and drain my heart for my father's heroic future plan, I let go. Deep bloodshot eyes are always full of stories about son's growth. The broken paddle paddles the wind, waves and sweat of life. The four seasons are also sharper than the sickle of the seasons. How many times in my dream, my father smiled at me? How many times in my dream, my father spoke to me kindly? In the misty eyes, it turned out that it was just a dream to meet each other and grow up. Father is a bright light in his daughter's heart, suffering and confused. When the failure enveloped, the father used his life experience and love to support a blue sky for his daughter. I thought that the place where you were going would be far away, that the time of gathering would be forever, and that there were still many original lives that were so fragile.
9. Poems about Father
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
"Motto Lian Bi" Lu You "to see the village children playing in the water" Rainy streams sweep the embankment flat, watching the village children playing in the water late. Bamboo and horses galloped away, and paper kites roared with the wind.
In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and thousands of lotus roots were also cultivated from elders. Literacy is roughly equivalent to hard labor, and you don't have to work hard for fame. The grass is behind the mountain, so you have to hide the door when you go out all day.
Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice! Xiuzi pays tribute to his father Chen Geng 1 March 3rd, which is the fifth anniversary of his father's death. At home, he worships sacrifices and is pregnant with emotions. With it, he pays tribute: the incense column is clear and the heart is sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. People have been going to Xi for five years; My mind is like a thousand years.
Fang Sizhi, it is difficult to ban; I thought about it at first, but I didn't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen
Recalling the past, I once stepped on the moon shadow; When I thought about it, it was dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He is already Mu Juanjuan; It is dawn, and the skirt is still covered with frost.
Used to hard work, busy all day; Simple and honest, life is safe and rare. Sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork.
In the moonlight, the family talked and laughed; When you are alive, you often teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is the groan of the stomach in the hospital bed; What a pity! My brother died after a sleep.
Since then, I have been different, whispering; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river.
Sadly, voice calls spread over nine days. The wheels of years run over the burden of life on your thin body and press you tightly on your scarred shoulders. As always, you walk on the bumpy road with no regrets. Your son is the hope of your life and the pillar of your soul. Countless tragic days, you have taught your son, and you have opened up the road of life for your son with your eternal persistence. Father and son are the sails of your hope, and you are the river that carries my life, father. If you are the sea, let me ride the wings of seagulls, kiss the clouds in the blue sky, cut out a piece of glow and paint the blueprint in your heart. If you are the sea, please let me board a long-distance ship. I will play with the fish and fold your expectation and my helplessness into a windsurfing board. All the barriers will disappear in the distance between the sea and the sky. The tiger's song will not become a paradise pursued on the coast of the new world. I will sow the seeds of your hope, whether the leaves are lush or not tomorrow. I am the daughter of the sea. Your sea is always full of deep expectations for windy days. Your powerful arms carry me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine. Even if I turn into a wisp of smoke, I will pay tribute to my father. My father was exhausted all his life. Your belief is only to seek happiness for his children. Thanks to your efforts, the family is getting better and better every day. Maybe there's only mom in the world. Mom, not many people are appealing, because there is no denying that dad's contribution to the family is no less than mom's. In reality, dad is the source of family income. He silently supported the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of the father in the world, nothing is more important than relying on his family, 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. Father's Day is coming, show it to our father. Seek sincere love. When my father is hazy, it is a mountain. When he sits on his shoulder, he can always see far away. When he is sensible, his father is a stubborn bent pine tree. I didn't know how heavy my weight was. So heavy, now, father, you are a profound poem. The son silently read tears and gently flowed through his father's blue sky. A mysterious mountain is quiet and deep. The vast land is full of vitality. How harmonious man and nature are. The ridge in the field is a beautiful stick. Wheat grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes. Jiuqu Mountain Road is the string of heaven and earth. It was my father's light footsteps that pulled it out. It is actually the swan song of life. Sweat runs in the canal dug by years. The blue veins protruding from the overwhelming waves 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 are engraved on his forehead, which deeply outlines wisdom and life. Father's grace is gone, and its traces are covered with dead leaves and grass, and have long since disappeared. Why? In such a hurry, I remembered that night, my father took my little hand to see the sunset stained with Xia Hong. My father seems to be expecting a dream of mine. Guiltily, I dare not look directly at the large clouds that my father expected. My father seems to love me deeply, and I want to cry for joy. When I was a child, my father always said to me: I am a big tree. You are a small tree. Now a grown-up little tree wants to say to his father: You will always be my big tree father. I caressed the railing of the city and looked at the fragrant soil in my hometown. I thought of my father outside Qian Shan, on the earth. At that time, my father walked in the wind, changing various weeding postures and holding farm tools close to the soil. I love this land. I kissed us when we were rolling in the fields in March. In those days, I was not very rich. Poetry grows in the field, and it is my father's wish to stand on my head like my father for many years. It has been many years since I left my hometown. I can vividly remember a hunchbacked figure, standing on the golden ridge in September, holding a shiny sickle in his hand. The blessing is addressed to my father. It is said that wind energy can blow rocks and rain can rust steel.