What can I say,
The weather is getting hotter and hotter.
Father at this time,
This is usually the busiest time of the year.
On the one hand, it is the work on the construction site,
On the one hand, working in the fields,
Both sides can't live without him,
Just like my feelings with my father,
Father is old,
Really old,
I once called and said,
Men should not be homesick, it is very important to do things outside.
But I haven't said it in recent years,
Father is not good at expression, especially words, and always suffers from others.
My father is also a strict father. Although not good at expression, I know everything.
In my eyes, my father has always been a tough guy.
Whenever I need it, I will be by my side. There are no superfluous words, only silent actions!
However, in recent years, my father will mention things that miss me on the phone from time to time!
This caught me off guard,
My father's gentleness to me is like returning to that ignorant age!
I still remember always getting sick and having a fever when I was a child.
One year, more than half of the class got sick and had a fever.
I was not spared, and the fever lasted for a week.
I swear, I will never forget my father's hard work for me!
It was in the cold winter and it happened to be in the cold and wet rainy season.
Father works outside during the day and comes home early in the afternoon.
Driving a walking tractor, taking me to a small clinic more than ten miles away from home,
On the way, my father wore a tattered coat with some air leakage.
Let me hide behind him to protect me from the cold wind blowing head-on.
At that time, I felt that my father should have a stove in his body.
So he was not afraid of the cold, and this conclusion was drowned by a heavy rain before it was confirmed!
That night, on the way home from hanging water, we were embarrassed by the sudden heavy rain.
It was then that I realized that there was no stove in my father's body.
The heavy rain suddenly came and hit my face like ice, making my face hurt.
In order to take care of my father from being caught in the rain, I stood behind and held my umbrella hard, lifting it to my father's head!
But it's too windy and rainy on the road, and I can't hold it at all.
Finally, when I got home, my father was soaked to the skin and his limbs were cold and numb.
That night, that road, that storm, I will never forget!
However, my father's tenderness disappeared from the moment I first set foot in the school gate!
Until recently, my father's tenderness seems to have returned.
At this moment, I realized,
Father is old,
He often tells me on the phone,
I am getting old, too. I can hardly move,
Can you get married soon?
The urgency of words makes me feel anxious and helpless!
I don't know how to answer my father!
I can't promise him, I'm afraid I can't.
I also blame myself if I listened to my father.
Maybe today, my father can proudly put down the heavy responsibility on his shoulders!
Modern poems about my father's childhood.
Father is a symbol.
Students are his world.
His family became his transit point.
youth
Father is a direction.
Learning is his expectation.
Children became a problem for him.
In middle age
Father is a platform.
Paving the road is all he has.
Children became his concern.
old age
Father is a kind of sustenance.
Sharing is his pleasure.
Family became a part of him.
Modern Poetry about Father 3 Spring
Father wrapped persimmon trees in plastic film.
Let the sunshine stay in the heart of the tree for a while.
Tell more jokes in the sky
Persimmon blushes with laughter.
The exhaled air will also get warmer.
autumn
Father wrapped a plastic film around his waist.
Let the sun shine into your body and hold fast to the wet wind.
Dry the tears of the wind slowly.
I thought the wind energy figured it out and left by myself.
Father jumped into the pigsty and began to poop.
All day.
Fertilizer piled up into a black hill.
Squat on it.
Father began to roll cigarettes.
evening
Father couldn't sleep and sat up three times.
Father knew that the wet wind had not gone.
Father heard the wind say
It's too cold outside.
Want to cat in it for a winter?
Modern Poetry about Father 4 I often have a cigarette in my mouth.
The floating smoke depicts a lifelong vision.
with grey hair
But that doesn't stop you from understanding the sunset.
Life is orderly
Have a glass of wine and enjoy it slowly.
Reminds people of the ups and downs of life.
And her dreams.
Dark complexion and flabby skin.
Healthy body
Father, years have pushed you inexorably into the ranks of aging.
Time also makes you more aware of the joy of life.
Every time you give love.
Be kind to others wherever you are.
This is what you teach your children.
It is also the meaning of life.
Modern poetry about father 5. Yellow rice seedling, pond pond.
But I live a stingy life.
Father walked over, just a few shovels.
The water in the pond flows into the paddy field.
Rice seedling stood up and smiled at her father.
Father didn't answer, turned and left.
In summer, the rice fields are green.
It has also become extremely beautiful. The water was thin and the mountains were cold.
Northland, now, I can't sleep at dusk for a long time.
Tell the story of sunset with great interest. In my father's dream.
Finally, the afterglow of the sunset. The meniscus, facing the window, is also smiling.
Autumn is coming. Can't stand the lonely autumn worm, alone.
A sad song. Absolute silence is a bit monotonous.
Add three or two geese, it will be more affectionate.
Pastoral, beautiful?
The sickle in my father's hand is the most beautiful passage in pastoral poetry. ...
Modern Poetry about Father 6 Our Dear Father
How are you doing in heaven?
I will stay in your memory forever.
That early morning in April
I remember your swollen face.
Remember the choking whisper in your throat?
That language can no longer distinguish your expression.
In that sad spring
In April, just a few days after Qingming,
Your young life ended in that loneliness.
A sad morning
The end is when everything begins to grow.
Xia Guang is a vibrant morning.
Father is gone.
Nothing can
I'll miss it a little.
After all these years, your child
You can only recall your face with your first memory.
Do you want us to forget you forever?
Never forget you didn't raise us.
But my dear father
Travel around the world
trek/trudge across mountains and rivers
We all have your blood on us.
Even if you are in heaven forever.
We are on the earth.
I believe we will finally meet one day.
I believe we finally have a moment of reunion.
Can you still recognize me?
I can recognize you at a glance.
Because nothing can change the fact that we are your children.
Modern Poetry about Father When I was 7 years old, my father
This is a thin yellow photo.
It's a two-word name without temperature.
He is an ugly man with long hair and black stubble, and laughter can wear through the whole compound.
It was a big hand that threw me over my head and smelled of oil.
At school, my father
This is a letter from desert and plateau.
It is a pair of shoulders that carry the rations of a family of five.
It is a red signal suit that drinks against the north wind, sings against the sand and rocks, and beats on the desolate surface.
It's a circle that my mother and I drew on the map with our thoughts.
After work, father
That's piles of red certificates and awards.
It is a piece of chalk, which travels around in geophysical exploration class to impart knowledge.
It is an old machine with a profile, with a data line hidden in the chest and full power to draw lines.
It is a pair of eagle eyes, which can screen geological structures and accurately locate oil reservoirs.
Now, the father who is over the age of ancient times.
It is the tricycle driver who walks the streets under the command of his mother to see the scenery.
Running under the little grandson's ass is a mighty steed.
Is a revolutionary veteran who stubbornly regards pills and syrup as his sworn enemies.
It's just a monotonous repeater that talks about desert, drilling rig and derrick all day.
Father, mine. father
It is a stone on the road of oil development in China.
This is a flag fluttering in the wind in oil and gas exploration.
In his dream, desert wind and oil flowers flow in his blood.
He used the pride of youth and the strength of life
Explained the oil man's enterprise spirit of "patriotism, pioneering, seeking truth from facts and dedication"
Modern Poetry about Father 8 1, Father's Eyes
A window facing the light is closed from now on.
Despair and hope for life are precipitated there.
More than 80 sunrises and sunsets
Frozen into a long-term memory
Turbid tears
Carve the trace of time in the wrinkles.
Water wheat, soybean and sorghum fields.
From this time on.
Father's eyes only retain the smell of earth.
2. Father's backbone
Be pregnant with a child's belly
With a sickle, a hoe and an iron plow
Bend your body into an arch.
Gaze at the earth
Wotou, noodles and rice
It's the sweat dripping from dad's back.
3. Father's palm
Full of hard cocoons and autumn fruits.
Touched my head.
Pat my ass.
Now, these palms
Lift the years with crutches.
4. Father's footsteps
Staggering.
Step by step on the child's heart.
Across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
I saw the villages in the north.
Yizhuxia
Dad stood in the wind. ...
Modern Poetry about Father 9 Writing about Father
My heart is always sour.
I'm a mess
Can't find the exact word
Because my father is very tall.
The tall man told me to keep looking up.
Fatherly love is selfless.
father
Show more drops.
Father studied very well in primary school.
But his sick grandfather made him the eldest son.
I must change my age.
Early investment.
In the production of large groups
In order to earn more work points
For my brothers and sisters.
Can fill the stomach
Father learned a lot of crafts.
Woodworking, stone art, bamboo art ...
He has always been the leader of the villagers.
I want to stay ahead of other relatives and friends in everything.
Because as a party member.
Have a vanguard and exemplary role.
therefore
He does everything.
As long as it changes your life.
Will take the villagers to do it.
After my brother entered the vocational school,
The expenses at home are higher.
My sisters and I go to junior high school.
Besides, my sister went to a medical school at her own expense.
In the 1990s.
It costs tens of thousands of dollars a year
This was a big expense in the countryside at that time.
Father does farm work during the day.
Dig coal and mine at night
……
I graduated.
I went to my brother's school.
It is too difficult for my sister to study medicine.
After studying for two years.
Without learning.
Go to Guangdong, as far away as possible.
finally
Those four or five years of tension and poverty
Be relieved.
But father didn't relax.
Still working so hard.
Use a small wooden box
Five dollars and ten dollars accumulated my sister's tuition.
I don't even want to buy a fried cake in the street.
But it will bring us a catty or two of candy.
at present
We're both married.
I got a job in the county seat.
But our life has always been poor.
We will take them to the county seat.
They always say
We are not used to it.
Get used to work.
In fact, I know in my heart
They are because of the poverty we live in.
Don't want to cause us trouble
trouble
These two words
Want to come at this time
Is it really troublesome?
……
On Father's Modern Poetry 10 Rainy Spring
You quietly open the heavy wooden door.
Meet the first crow of cuckoo.
The back of the medicine cabinet.
urge
Disappeared in the morning mist of the field
Hot summer day
You always bring a yellow straw hat.
Shuttle between the fork in the road and the old house
Wrinkled hands after sewing
And rushed to the snail control site.
Send schistosomiasis to a dead end
Autumn with rustling leaves
You are always too busy to see your fingers.
I can't find a smooth way home.
That morbid body
Stumbling in one's walk
Finally in the dim light.
A snowy winter
It's already ten o'clock at night.
You also rushed to Orion, ten miles away.
Send them doctors and medicines.
Teach epidemic prevention knowledge.
I am suffering from hunger.
In the age of componentism
You bear it silently.
Suffering from pain unimaginable to ordinary people.
After graduation, I have been rooted in
Rural hospitals rooted in poverty
Thirty years of unrelenting love
The way you looked before you died.
Support this family with my mother.
Go through all kinds of hardships
Raise our four sisters carefully.
inch by inch
remain fresh in one's memory
For more than twenty years
You are in heaven.
Is still our spiritual pillar.
Now we have a successful career.
Have children and grandchildren at home
Jia Jia is happy and harmonious.
Today is the eightieth anniversary of your birth.
We comfort you loudly.
Our mother is as healthy as before.
Your blood is twenty.
Kneel down to heaven
Best wishes.