Modern poems about father

People often say that 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 us through spring, summer, autumn and winter. The following is a modern poem about my father. Welcome to reading.

1, pay tribute to father, father

Be exhausted all one's life

You only have one belief.

Seek happiness for children

This is thanks to your efforts.

Family harmony and happiness

Life is getting better every day.

perhaps

In this world, only mother is good.

Not many people called for this.

because

undeniably

Dad's love for family.

No less than mom.

In the real world,

Dad is the source of family income.

He silently supported the whole family.

Without complaint

In the mind of the father of the world

Nothing

More important than relying on his home.

therefore

As a father

He is doomed to failure.

For the comfort and happiness of the family.

Work hard all your life

What a respectable and great father.

There is no love in the world.

More selfless than fatherly love

Father's Day is here.

Express your sincere love to our father.

2. When my father is hazy.

father

This is a big mountain.

Sit on his shoulder

Can always see far, far away.

Be rational

father

This is a stubborn bent pine tree.

Only then did I find out.

My weight is too heavy, too heavy.

But now

father

You are a profound poem.

My son reads silently.

Tears flow gently

Father has a long blue sky.

A mysterious castle peak.

A quiet and deep vast land

Energetic people

This is a good opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.

The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful stick.

Grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes.

Nine winding mountain roads are the strings of this world.

It was the light footsteps of fathers that moved it.

What pops up is the swan song of life.

Sweat flows in the canal dug by years.

Arouse a wave of development

The protruding 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 felt peace in my snoring.

I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror.

4. The years when my father was built by wind and rain.

Carved on his father's forehead.

Profoundly outline the wisdom life.

The feeling of falling flowers is gone.

Father's manners are no longer the same.

Traces of passing away covered the dead leaves everywhere.

The lush grass has long since disappeared.

year

What's the hurry?

Remember that night.

My father took my little hand to watch the sunset.

The sky was red with red cloud.

My father seems to be looking forward to one of my dreams.

I dare not look straight into my father's expectant eyes guiltily.

A large cloud

Just like my father's deep love for me

I want to cry for joy.

Young father

Always say to me: I am a big tree and you are a small tree.

Now, the grown-up little tree wants to say to his father:

You will always be my big tree

Father touched the railing of the city with his hand.

Looking forward to my hometown

Aromatic soil

I thought of Qianshan's father who was outside the dirt.

My father was.

Walk like the wind

Change the posture of weeding.

Together with farm tools

Close to the soil

Zhongqing clay

Kiss us

Roll across the field in March.

at that time

I'm not very rich in poetry.

Grow in the fields

Part by part

Over my father's head

Stand like a father.

This is what my father expected of me for many years.

Been away from home for years.

A hunchbacked person.

Still fresh in my mind

With a shiny sickle

Standing in September

Standing on the golden ridge in September

bless

6. Writing to my father is all about the wind.

Can blow rocks to pieces.

Said it was raining.

It will rust steel.

It's been said for years.

Will bend your spine.

Only your will.

Keep fighting despite repeated setbacks.

It will never change.

Incite the whole family

The weight of a lifetime

7. Father's tenderness is water.

Race you.

An unsolvable mess after a thousand years.

For years you lured me across the river with respect.

I bet my youth that you will play.

Your car made a sharp turn left and right.

Sweep my defense

My horse moves step by step.

Go straight to your nest.

8. The way of fatherly love is accustomed to your exhortation.

That warm harbor

The destination of psychological trauma treatment

cautiously

Miss the daydream of children soaring.

Ignorant, frivolous, opinionated

Satisfy the rainbow-like splendor ...

I heard a lot of rumors.

Doubt your thinking space

What kind of outlook on people's livelihood do you dress up as?

Is it a responsibility or a game?

Or just acting in a movie.

Indulge in the neon of youth

When your back

Like a huge bow.

Sweat melts the hot land.

Ignoring the fire of frying.

Full of joyful expectations

But left a string of sighs.

In the wilderness with green grass and sky

Echoing the sunset coming at night

Smoke rising under the lonely lamp

Sincere confession

Helpless mood

Gaze haggard

Are engraved with deep memories.

I suddenly saw my way.

Never sang for you.

The way of fatherly love

Tree rings that travel through time

A river that spans the years

Confused and faithful eyes like water.

Let the dream be bitter and sweet

……

To live is to be grateful for fate.

Death is also an interpretation of past love.