No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to some commonly used poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. So what kind of poetry is classic? The following are my carefully arranged modern poems about my father for reference only. Let's have a look.
Modern Poetry about Father 1 Father
Years cast 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
Modern Poetry about Father 2 "Home"
Trekking in one's native land
In an eternal position
Looking for criss-crossing fields.
I finally finished reading it.
Blood relationship between soil and life
So he used a pot of old wine.
Capture the idea of communicating with the soil
Many rough stories
Settle down in wrinkles
That lame old cow at home
Release the spring breeze faithfully
The stars and the moon
Always on my father's shoulder.
Swing around
Green's journey of analyzing disasters
Grow old with my father's face
Sunlight enters flowers and becomes fruits.
Father's comfortable thousand-meter wave
Shake the mountains
The bow-shaped figure reveled in the purple round table.
Modern poetry about father 3 cuckoo flies by and cackles.
The wheat harvest season in the northern plain of Henan Province is coming soon.
From south to north
Mike is exhausted.
Sing and fly all the way.
Enthusiasm all the way
I'm interested in sickles, ox carts and wheat fields.
The scene of beating wheat is still fresh in my memory.
Sickle harvesting, manual handling
The running of cattle and horses, the rotation of stones.
This is all, this is the whole process.
I still remember the helplessness of wheat soaked by rain.
I remember the sadness of eating moldy wheat all year round.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, the sun shines directly.
The newly watered ground cracked.
Start the car gently and the wide road will be relaxed.
Obvious tire tracks on the toll booth.
There are also toll collectors who show their ID cards for release.
I saw a strange bird go from the city to the countryside with me.
Machines roar and cars harvest.
Daddy wheat, daddy wheat.
Remember the wheat left on the land.
Without the joy and satisfaction of harvesting wheat.
Without the hard work, hardship and helplessness on the land.
The memory of the wheat harvest is gone.
Father is used to wetlands.
Father likes dry land.
Father doesn't want to see the barren land.
On the black land of this land
Is all my father's hope.
Pork noodles steamed by mother with sweat.
The kitchen that cooks with firewood.
Leisure pear hoes and rakes in the yard
I have learned a lot and forgotten a lot.
I have been to many places and have forgotten the bitter story of my hometown.
I only remember my mother's bumpy soup on Sunday.
Walk into the wheat field and hold it tightly in your heart.
Put some in your mouth to chew.
There is a father's temper in Maixiang.
Forgot a lot
Just remember that father loves wheat.
Forgot a lot
Remember that my father likes trees.
On Dragon Boat Festival, I met my old father.
I saw my father suffer a little trauma.
I saw the red wound medicine that my nephew bought for my father who stuck to the land with his father when he was 12 years old.
Dad Wheat, the memory of Dad Wheat forever.
Modern poems about fathers have advanced for four days.
Walking, walking,
The memory of my childhood has faded away,
Father's tall figure gradually became inconspicuous.
The stern face quietly receded,
Peace and kindness are the drops of life!
Life,
I lost myself,
Let happiness pass by again and again.
I don't know,
You can't do this,
Father's white hair is getting more and more,
Old,
I am old, but where is my heart?
And the illusion of breathing for children,
It's not that I don't love my father,
But my love,
Too small, too small in my father's life,
However, my father's love for me,
Always shining in my life,
Father is too tired,
Kids,
Most of the time, I don't ask or pay attention.
I don't know,
It's not that you don't ask,
No polite language,
Father, ordinary citizen,
Pour out all your love,
How pale and powerless the words of thanks are here,
Understand what my father means,
Meihao Huaxia
Always stand in the east.
Modern poetry about father 5. Father is upright and dignified.
He went hiking in the distant heaven.
But don't tell me in advance
He left in a hurry when he was caught off guard
Left me with endless guilt and loneliness.
But his words and actions are smiling.
Always flashed in my dreams.
The place where my father sleeps smells of wild flowers.
He loved flowers before his death, so he should have something to trust.
In that quiet valley without tombstones
With my gaze and narration
I was told that my father cares about me the most.
Because I am too stubborn, too stubborn.
Father is afraid that I will encounter too many difficulties.
At the beginning of every month, it's dangerous.
My father crossed my dreams.
His face was flushed and he was very alert.
Actually, father doesn't have to worry.
When a carriage came to a hill.
I live tenaciously.
I haven't lost my persistence in being a man.
Modern Poetry about Father 6 "Father is in My Hometown"
Work at sunrise and return at sunset.
Father is in his hometown
Black land
Sprinkle with sweat
Throughout the year, spring crops and autumn harvests.
year after year
A repetitive and unchanging rhythm.
Father's face, road
Deep wrinkles
As if it had just been plowed.
Black land
What's left is a long ditch.
They all say that father does farm work.
He is a good cook.
Catch up again
Good weather, good year
Mothers often put their children's
Care, written on the face
Fathers always treat their children kindly.
Missing, hidden in my heart ...
My father loved it all his life.
Kaoliang liquor in hometown
Tired from work
Sit on the ground and have a drink.
be bright in the eye
Patches of red sorghum.
be bright in the eye
Pieces of golden soybeans
Drunk too.
Follow my father in the sunset
That rickety old cow
Modern Poetry about Father 7 Father
Image root gyroscope
Circling around vegetable fields all day
green vegetables
Touched by a thick cocoon hand
It became crazy.
be listed
Two laundry baskets with missing edges
be sweating all over
father
Exchange broken tickets.
Fill our stomachs
We'll go crazy, too.
grow up to an adult
We are all birds.
One night,
Father was bent down by the heavy burden.
Guangyangli
Still only one key.
I want to walk back from the city.
Make a dish of vegetables for my father.
Modern Poetry about Father 8 Nobody
oil pipe
Leave a small rope around your waist.
You can play with mud all day.
Nobody loves you.
In the old days
Emotional bond
More bitter than life
Huangtudishang
You stumbled and grew up.
seek
It's in your innocent eyes
The brightest beam of light
The purest tears
In that passionate desire
Full of faint sadness
Surging in your mind
Xin Hu bian Shang
Happy life
Farther than the blue sky
More real than a dream
exciting
You grew up without toys.
There are few playmates.
Nobody knows.
Your lonely heart
Think about something
Your childhood
In the wilderness ravine
Grazing sheep at the throat
After the autumn harvest
On a cold and rainy evening
You took shelter from the rain in the wheat field.
Other people's children have gone home.
Under the orange oil lamp
Listen to this story.
You never expected it.
How much did your parents give you?
Have life
Is a lifetime of gratitude.
You are always imagining things.
silent
You are always alone.
Longing for levels, transcending mountains
tower of ivory
one day
A sparrow flew from the ground to the treetops.
You suddenly start thinking.
You decided to go far away.
There is no place for you in this small village.
You chose green wings.
You decided to be a real man.
time flies
There is no time for pity.
You were sweating like a pig.
I cried myself out, too.
Dream in the vast ocean
In your overly upright personality
Just a bunch of lonely grass.
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
No talent.
with one's lofty aspirations unrealized
Life and ideals quarrel endlessly.
Made you tired for a long time.
Life is a drama.
Life is a judge.
You gave in to the ladder.
You gave me the flame of half your life.
Give me food to keep you climbing.
In an uninhabited field
Cry, despair
Spring of 20xx
Modern poems about my father 9 My heart, or
My soul is me.
Eternal, even if
After a long time, it will not be dusty.
I think you won't lose half a point because of the journey.
This sentence, evoked a dusk.
The hot and sultry sky is covered with dark clouds.
At the corner of the mountain, there is a cow driving.
It's raining hard and blindfolded.
Thunder is crying and my tears are like raindrops.
I only feel a pair of calloused hands.
I picked up little ass and climbed in.
On his father's back, the cow slipped off the cliff.
The hooves are flying, like pulling the share.
End its hard life
The father said, "As long as the baby is okay."
From now on! Father is a mountain.
Climb up that thin back, I look for the highest point.
Father's calloused hand is the auxiliary shaft of the unicycle.
I climbed into his quaint car.
Now you are old! I like
You've been blowing balloons all your life.
Fly in a city you have never seen before.
Even, you want to pull the rope with that calloused hand.
What has been caught many times is the invisible fluctuation of the telephone line.
Countless silences are deep sighs.
Think back to your tortuous life, just like that.
There are eighteen bends on the yellow land, and life is hard.
Just like that mottled land, it has been exposed to the sun for more than 60 years.
When I was 30 and half dead! Nothing, floating in the air
Your deep forehead became me.
Poems and apologies that can never be written.
At the end of the poem, it is still
My heart, or
My soul is me.
Eternal, even if
After a long time, it will not be dusty.
I miss you, not because
Journey, minus half a point.
A modern poem about father 10 "Father's Love"
It is said that wind energy splits rocks.
It is said that rain will rust steel.
It is said that time can bend your spine.
Only your will is indomitable and unchangeable.
Provoke the burden of family life.
What is it that challenges the limits of human beings and makes the thin flesh bear a thousand pounds of steel?
Is to let the children escape from the father's love.
What makes the father's back bent by the hardships of life, but straightens the child's back?
Talking about children's commitment is fatherly love.
What makes a serious father smile happily at a letter or a short message?
It is a father's love for children who work thousands of miles away.
What made my father take out the treasured old wine at the New Year's Eve dinner?
It is a father's love to be reunited with his children.
Modern Poetry about Father 1 1 Father
You bury the seeds in the soil.
You can harvest wheat waves and sorghum red.
But when we buried you underground,
What I get is endless sadness.
Father, today is your Qingming Festival.
We work by your side.
Tell us how to sow.
Let your world be full of moon and wind.
Modern Poetry about Father 12 You
Farmer's son
Walk barefoot out of the village
With the passion of spring
With summer admiration
Under the baptism of the morning glow
bow
Worship the earth
In order to feel the harvest of the earth at close range
You stir up a family dream with strong shoulders.
Wave hoe to control spring breeze
Comb the earth with a bullwhip
Sow hope inch by inch on the barren land.
You should write magnificent poems on the earth with strong hands.
Let the land sprout for you.
A ridge that is no longer poor
Pieces of land have become a sea of harvest.
Realize your dream as soon as possible.
You are not afraid of trouble.
Face the loess and face the sky.
You have sleepless days on earth.
You are like a tree.
Deeply rooted in the earth
Not afraid of wind and rain
Stick to it
I have been studying all my life.
The hope of soaring has sprouted again and again.
Thirty years is like a day.
You finally killed yourself with a hoe.
Sweat glistened on the land.
Looking for happiness from the land
Harvest records your achievements.
Your son's memory carved your monument.
Let life no longer be poor
This family lives a well-off life.
Living in a new peasant apartment.
visit relatives and friends
I mistakenly thought that I had entered a modern urban residential area.
Modern poetry about father 13 has always felt that
Mother word
Hold the sky in your hand.
Stand with your legs in a weightlifting position.
Depicted the image of the most stalwart in the world.
It is said that my father loves mountains.
When I finally understand its heaviness
My father has long hair on his temples.
Why are the years in such a hurry?
I still remember the nursery rhymes my father taught me when I was a child.
Want to teach a pair of children to sing.
But when singing, I often choked inexplicably. ...
Please be kind to our old people in the years!
Because where there are parents
It is the happiest home for children!
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Don't forget filial piety.
Modern poetry about father 14 father holding grandson.
Smile, smile, frozen expression.
A furrow in the face
Full of amitabha.
At some point.
Deep dimples are concave and convex
Give up leisure and interest
The father is holding his grandson.
Kiss, kiss, the inner tide rises
Wrinkles on the forehead after a lifetime of hard work.
Deep and dense
It was in an era of exaggeration.
Densely planted and deeply dug wheat beds
Deep in the dark window
An ancient sigh floated out.
Yes, yes-
That was the past.
Look at you now.
How happy I am
Father put down his grandson.
Stroked his beard thoughtfully.
It's like going back in time.
How could he forget?
A life full of strength and passion.