Chapter 1: Father's Day Poetry Praises Father. The night of modern poetry is coming slowly.
The noise during the day has disappeared from the air,
My thoughts drifted away, and I clearly remember,
In those years, your generous back, rough hands,
In my memory, your persistent eyes.
Your silence when you are angry,
Get up in the morning? Gollum? The sound of a hookah,
Remind me carefully when you leave home.
I don't know if my arrival has made you happy;
I don't know if I ever made you proud;
I know you have suffered a lot for me and tasted everything in the world.
When it was raining hard that day,
Do you think distance,
Have you ever given up the troubles on the phone that rang over and over again?
Will you feel distressed by the kind of care and missing that you can't contact anymore?
I was in a storm that day,
I'll never see you again,
Without your advice, be careful to protect it.
In the dark, I think of those old days;
Tie a knot in your heart and write down those fleeting years, as if it were yesterday.
Chapter 2: Father's Day Poetry Praises Father's Modern Poetry. Father's love is like a thin figure reflected by children in a hurry.
His crimson face has deep wrinkles,
Like the imprint of childhood.
The corners of his eyes were covered with dense crow's feet,
Always the brightest window in a child's heart,
Still so bright.
Shaggy gray hair,
Become an umbrella for children to shelter from the wind and rain,
Weave into a beautiful landscape.
Thick calluses on the palms,
Sharpen the child's life track.
A calf covered with countless tendons and large and small protrusions,
When his children are moving forward, he is never back down's crutch.
Father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic;
Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden;
Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking children through spring, summer, autumn and winter;
Father's love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.
Chapter 3: Praise your father on Father's Day. The father of modern poetry,
You traded your responsibility for a title,
You built a home for your children with your hands,
You give your love to warm this family.
however
If you haven't noticed,
You have white hair on your temples.
Father,
I appreciate it,
Because you gave the child life;
I adore you,
Because you have a firm but not hasty shoulder;
I adore you,
Because you were the lover of your child in his last life.
now
The child has grown up,
Dream of walking on the journey with you one day.
Father,
Even if there are 1000 words,
Worthless,
I love you!
Chapter Four: Father is the Shoulder, a modern poem praising father in Father's Day poems.
Marriage means growth,
Have a baby,
This is physical geography.
This is also necessary.
When I fell to the ground,
You became my father.
You have received the torch of your ancestors.
Will provoke grandpa's burden
You no longer have childhood fantasies.
Reality makes you change the taste of childhood.
Father is the shoulder.
Father means maturity.
A father can carry the burden of starting a family.
Father can make my tomorrow better.
Hard work has become my father's goal.
Father is the shoulder.
He asked me to jump on his shoulder.
He made me walk thousands of miles on my shoulders.
He let me see the world from a height.
He filled my childhood with sunshine.
Father is the shoulder.
Father gave up grandpa's old method of growing grain.
He reads widely and often goes to class.
He set up an experimental field.
He wants to improve high-quality rice.
He got up early and came back late.
The sun reddened his shoulders.
The mud stained his face.
But he persevered.
His efforts have yielded fruitful results.
His experience in growing grain is popularized throughout the county.
Father is the shoulder.
He not only brought happiness to my mother and me.
Created wealth for the country.
He is a competent father.
Father is the shoulder.
In fact, each of us has a father.
Every father will be like him.
Be a good father.
Because father is a shoulder.