The sound of your crutches hitting the ground
Dad! I'm not used to it
This silence
Your shadow is still in this room.
Stop and go
Dad! I'm not used to it
I will never see your kind smile again.
One of your falls
Knocked on heaven
Dad! I can not accept
This parting
Dad, you know what?
I haven't healed the wound yet.
Bleeding again
Dad, you know what?
Why did you wake up from your dream crying when you were a child?
But now,
I have to face it with tears in my eyes
Dad, you are fast asleep.
So calm, I will never wake up.
Son, I can't disturb your dreams any more.
Dad! Remember to go home in your dream.
Ask your son to bring you hot rice again.
Comb your newborn white hair.
Yuan Ye is full of dew in the morning.
Dad! Are you cold?
Dad! You won't be alone.
The land in my hometown is your familiar breath.
Stay with your parents and mother.
Dad! May his ashes rest in peace!
In your dream.
Homesick!
Dad's Modern Poetry 2: The Village Entrance to Home
Fogg, you're still that gray vest
Take over the luggage
Said mom was cooking at home
The evening breeze blows up your extra white hair.
The dog wagged its tail.
Mom smiled and wiped the sides of the oily hand skirt.
Pork in twelfth lunar month
Mountain flowers in June
Your hip flask has been mottled for years.
My mother accused me of having slight skin flowers on my mouth.
It is said that uncle's camellia is the best fire extinguisher.
A table of rustic dogs is eager to try.
Suck your white wine, I am full of worries.
After dinner, you lit a cigarette and walked out of the house.
Black dog lifts your pants just like you and I played when we were kids.
The moon shines on the mountains.
Back to Westinghouse
There is a cup of scented tea hanging on the kang.
Dad, Modern Poetry 3 is coming to Qingming again.
The drizzle came as scheduled.
Tap on my window lattice,
Tell me: Dad misses you.
Close thoughts
Connect heaven and earth
My heart is wet
Dad, are you in heaven?
I want to climb up.
Look at your kind face.
Kiss my deepest heart
A man's face
As long as I can remember,
I've never kissed your face.
But I spent countless times
Kissed my daughter on the face.
Dad, are you angry?
No, I am the most perfect in your eyes.
What can I give you in return?
The widest and widest love.
I only have one way.
A later era/time
Please be my child.
Definitely, definitely
Dad Modern Poetry 4 When the power goes out on a hot summer night,
Dad is a cool fan.
On a cold winter night,
Dad is a hot water bottle to warm his feet.
Lost journey,
Dad is the guiding light.
When encountering a difficult problem,
Dad is another key to solving the problem.
The return of the storm,
Dad is an umbrella to keep out the wind and rain.
Dad's love is profound,
Dad's love is a star that never twinkles.
From dusk to dawn.
Ah! Dad is a shelter from the wind and rain,
Dad is a river that runs day and night. ...
My father's modern poems were always afraid of my father's serious face when I was five years old.
At the sight of me, I'm going to cry.
Dad's bright eyes
Become the flight route of my life.
When I grow up, I like my father's stern face best.
As soon as I saw it, it was like the spring breeze soothing my eyebrows.
Dad's smart eyes
Become a leap in my life.
Oh! Dad's teaching
It is a precious old photo in my heart.
Dad's teaching
It has benefited me a lot in my life.
Oh! Dad's teaching
It is the shining gold and silver brick in my heart.
Dad's teaching
This is a beautiful picture in my life.
Dad Modern Poetry 6 Dad, today is Father's Day.
Do you know
Your son misses you in another country.
You won't know.
Your eyes only have your world.
Dad, your son never felt it.
He is very sad to have such a father.
He is sad why the world can't accept such a father.
Dad, your son misses you.
You taught your son most of the knowledge.
Just like fishing.
What kind of fish needs what kind of bugs.
It's like putting fish.
You put the little fish you caught
Put it in a place where it can grow well.
It's just that this is not your field.
You are not in the harvest crowd.
Dad, you know the ending of many things, right?
Son, remember you told your son.
You know that.
You don't want to say
Saying things really will change that result.
Dad, you are so great.
My son has also encountered some things now.
I also saw the result.
Your son didn't say anything.
Hehe, to be honest, is it a curse?
Dad, you always look at your son with your heart, right?
Your son misunderstood you.
Dad, I'm sorry.
Your son said something that broke your heart.
Your son said you didn't take responsibility.
I'm sorry, dad. That's your son's useless angry words.
Dad, you've locked yourself up ever since.
Your son is very sad.
Dad, you know what?
When you don't quarrel with your mother.
You wouldn't say that when someone told me to tell you.
When you don't think your home is astrology
You are your son's idol.
You are the reliance of your son's heart.
Dad, your son hopes that when he wakes up.
What you see is yourself.
Dad, your son knows that you are very knowledgeable.
It's just that your son can't understand
People around you just can't understand.
Dad, your son is still suspicious.
You are not really crazy.
Although everyone believes that you are crazy.
I've been arguing with you.
I accept whatever you say.
This is the son's ignorance
This is also my son's suspicion and belief.
You watched your son grow up.
You don't accept the fact that your son has grown up.
Dad, when your son was young,
When you were sick, you went to the doctor behind my back.
I don't feel like eating anything.
Buy me an apple.
Buy sugar, even though the family is poor.
Dad, your son is going to junior high school.
You didn't buy clothes for your son during the Spring Festival.
It's a toy gun
Although everyone later said you didn't look like an adult.
Although everyone later said I was ungrateful.
Dad, your son misses you.
How much your son loves his father.
just now
Your son has too much loneliness and helplessness
Your son wants to give you a happy home.
It's just that your son is not capable of supporting such a family.
Dad, your son misses you.
How weak your son was before.
Your son really wants to hear a word of encouragement from you.
Dad, you know what?
Dad, you never answer the phone.
Dad, you know what?
Your son's tears are about to come out.
Your son desperately wants to open his eyes.
I am writing to you.
Dad, you don't know
Dad, you can feel it.
My son hasn't come home for two years.
I'm sorry, dad.
Dad Modern Poetry 7 Dad, I cleaned my favorite trophy carefully.
I want to give it to you as a birthday present.
Your glass teacup is going out.
Dad, you don't know
My son, your grandson is so thoughtful.
He said he was my favorite person.
Hehe, Dad, I love you both.
But I love you first. Oh, that can't be changed.
Dad Modern Poetry 8 Dad, there will be many guests coming today.
All relatives will be present.
I want to take some photos and store them in my computer.
I photographed your back with my mobile phone.
I'm really sorry.
So haggard, so old
Dad, you are going to wear the red pullover that your sister bought for you today.
Mom should wear a red sweater, too.
You have to laugh, laugh.
Say "eggplant-"to the shutter.
Haha, my dad.
I almost forgot to tell you:
Did you shave?
Your hair needs combing.
Sprinkle some gel water from sister-in-law.
Hehe, don't be embarrassed.
Dad Modern Poetry 9 Dad,
I am a drop of water in your chest,
I am a flower in your heart,
I am your sweetest burden,
I am a little tail that you can never shake off behind you.
I grew up in your arms!
Since I was born,
Ever since I started calling you dad,
Ever since I walked slowly through spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Ever since I calmly wrote down my love for you,
Above the shoulder, below the arm,
Where there is you, there is my home,
Now, dad, old,
I finally crawled out of my childhood ignorance,
I finally woke up from the ignorance of teenagers,
I finally got up from the efforts of young people.
Dad,
I have a tributary of your blood in my veins,
Your thoughts flashed in my mind,
There is a shelter for me under your arms,
The plow in your hand raised me,
So, dad,
Every tear, every smile,
Every inch of life belongs to you,
Dear, dad
I want to use my childish hands,
Heal the scars on your body,
I am willing to use my pure love,
Warm your heart.
Dad's modern poetry 10 is a pot of fire.
It's the heat of dad's four seasons.
Early morning or dusk
Boil pot tea
A pinch of tea is a cheap treasure.
A basin of cold water, clear from a deep well.
Whenever dad saves his strength,
The small cup is full of delicious boiling water.
Slit-slit-slit-
Dad shook his head with great significance.
The characteristics of the hometown of canned tea
Canned tea dad's extravagant hope
Add some sugar to the tea.
That's old Coca-Cola.
Drink enough of people's walking spirit.
People who drink enough wine are not tired at work.
Now dad is on a long trip.
The red fire went out.
Every time I stare at a dark cave.
The smell of dad's canned tea
nostril