Father's Day Kindergarten Poetry

In the usual study, work and life, everyone will often come into contact with poetry. In form, poetry is not based on sentences, but on behavior, and its branches are mainly based on rhythm, not meaning. What poems have you read? The following are seven Father's Day kindergarten poems I compiled for your reference only. I hope I can help you.

1 father

father

I think of all your hardships.

The cow was panting.

The wooden plow repeats the old songs.

It is your indifferent silhouette that is whipped in the sunset.

father

Struggle in the vast field of blue ocean

A dry and glorious life is a lifetime.

Suffer from corn porridge

Breathe in the hot sun

Heavy and helpless

father

Repeated verification in places where you can only stand.

The road to survival

A long life will never end.

Bend over with fatigue

What is left in the basket is the original seed.

And yellowing experience.

father

Golden wheat waves bred by youth

Simple light waves travel far away.

Wandering son

Go further.

The ears of wheat are grasshoppers, too.

Swing on your crest.

Singing a happy song

Today is Father's Day.

Father likes his tall and straight posture like a mountain.

Dingqijia

Father's love is as broad as the sea

Inclusive family

May all fathers live forever.

Health, happiness and longevity are endless.

Happy, happy and always young.

For all the fathers in the world.

Everything you see is very blessed.

Father's love is a mountain,

tall and straight

Reliable dependence of family

Father's love is a ray of sunshine,

Warm and kind

Warm the hearts of family members

Father's love is the ocean,

broad and profound

Accommodate all family members.

Father's day,

I wish the father in the world health and happiness.

3. Father loves deeply.

Father is deeply in love.

We can always feel it.

only

We are not good at expressing.

today

Today is Father's Day.

memory

deep

I use a pair of dexterous hands.

Write new word cards

Teach me to read with a smile.

And a stubble beard.

Kiss my face.

or

Broad shoulders

Come and pick me up.

Or it could be

Guide patiently and systematically

Lead me forward

time flies

On sparse hair

A few more white hairs.

Wrinkles in the corners of the eyes

more

paternal love

It's like an espresso.

The better the taste, the better the fragrance.

Tomorrow is Father's Day.

Happy holidays to dad.

4. Daydreaming on Father's Day

I have lived a childhood dream.

You can vaguely smell the refreshing fragrance of the soil.

It was accompanied by the creaking growth and jointing sound of rice seedlings.

Then who is sobbing?

Who left him in the dark?

He raised his face in horror.

It's full of tears and snot.

Years later

On a bumper harvest afternoon

Full ears of rice lie in the sun, shining with attractive Phnom Penh.

It is your hard work.

And traces of farming

In your struggling world

I still remember your firm footsteps.

Once confused

Smells of love and pain.

Smash us to pieces

During the long sewing time

I stumbled along.

You're still answering the phone.

The care that once suffocated me

I know

This is a gap that is difficult to cross.

I want to use my mature hands now

Fill up the sadness that once brought you.

Or, build a bridge that belongs to us.

Each other's hearts

Warm every cold winter

5. Father's white hair

White as Snow

That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.

A bent body is a bow.

That's the energy stored by the old man of time

Hands are like wood.

That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.

Eyes like yellow beads.

That is a colorful color given by God.

The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.

The river of time flows through blood vessels.

Through snow and blood red

We are growing.

It snows heavily.

You are the last piece in the snow.

Mottled red leaves

Life will run out.

You are the last star in the sky.

Tears of a meteor

6. Memories of my father

I can't forget the last lamp lit for me at night.

That is a heart that shines on myself.

How many times have you sent me away alone with red eyes?

Turned around and saw a white figure.

The ego under the blue sky

Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.

Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.

I believe the best has landed in the next moment.

Ah-ah-

When I was a child, I couldn't lift you every time I tried my best.

This time, I think I can

I've been talking about these words for years.

But singing this song for you at the moment

The ego under the blue sky

Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.

Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.

As long as you are with me, you will be happy again.

Your laughter is the bookmark of my life.

Marks every eternal moment.

But I'm afraid to look at your quietly changing face.

Deep lines carved by silent time

Your face

The ego under the blue sky

Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.

Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.

I believe the best is in the next moment.

land

Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.

I believe the best has landed in the next moment.

7. Father and son under the window

My father and I sat under the window.

The light in the room is dim, and this window

This is a bright place.

My father didn't say a word

I've always wanted to have fun for so many years.

Say a word to him quietly

And my father is old, and the window is a place.

A good place to rest, we can

Look at each other. I, as

His son is always his shadow.

Hanging out of the window

He planted plum blossoms himself.

Now they are all blooming like snow.

This window is really a good place,

The crystal sugar in the cup is very small.

Cubes, they are all transparent.

I always feel sad.

Father said that the mice in the house

More and more, those mousetraps

I can't either. About this old house

As an old man, he always

There is a lot to talk about.

The house is old, and some deaths are inevitable, those red paint furniture.

It also gradually reveals its own fine wood grain.

On the table, old newspapers are piled up every day.

And a pair of reading glasses, he seems

Always watching the news in the back.

And that domestic cat is too old.

Always eating fishbone silently.

As his son, I watched

All this has a sense of happiness again.

I know that in a few years, maybe.

There won't be this window again.

Windows will become brighter and bigger.

Like the sky, like death.