In daily study, work or life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with some familiar poems. The content of poems is the most concentrated reflection of social life. So what kind of poetry is classic? The following are some children's poems about Father's Day that I have compiled. You are welcome to share them.
1. Kind Dad
It was you who created this family
Then you created me
It was you who dragged me along. Hand
From yesterday to now
Ah, my dear father
You are the person I admire the most
Ah, my kind Dad
You are my future idol
When you drag your tired body
After a day's work
When you leave Enter this home that belongs to you
What you care about is whether I come back
A pack of cigarettes you smoke until dawn
A bottle of wine makes you forget your worries Hefan
Sometimes my mother says she hates you
But you never complain about anything
It often appears in your eyes
I was knocked to the ground
In that long night
I was deceived
It’s okay, dear dad
This is just your heartbreaking dream
Because I am not an unfortunate person
Because I have a good father
I want to share your worries and sorrows
I will no longer let you worry about me
You will always hold my hand
Towards an endless future
2 , Father's love
Father is a river, flowing through the years, telling the vicissitudes of the world;
Father is a sea, holding up the sun and letting the wings fly into the sky;
My father is like a mountain, with a tough backbone and the fragrance of the earth.
My father’s love is like a mountain, deep and powerful, protecting me from the storm;
My father’s love is like water, silent and gentle. , Healing the scars in my heart;
Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my soul;
Father's love is like the moon, unknown and elegant, even if It can give me the light of hope even on the gloomiest of days.
Father's love is like a song, melodious and deep, giving me the motivation to live;
Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, and tolerates my countless mistakes.
3. Father’s love is like a mountain
In the hazy time
Father
Is a big mountain
Sitting on his shoulders
You can always see far and far
When you are sensible
My father
Is a stubborn crooked pine
That’s when I realized that
My weight is so heavy, so heavy
And now
Father
You are A deep poem
The son read silently
Tears flowed gently
4. A poem to his father
Your wrinkled forehead lets me understand what responsibility is
Your wrinkled hands tell me what happiness looks like
Your slightly laden back lets me know what it is. It is the feeling of love
In fact, responsibility is to give a person the obligations he should fulfill in life
The happiness is to watch the children you have cultivated grow up
Love The feeling is the determination to give everything for him
However, it takes you a lifetime to get the answers to these questions
It’s so regretful to understand
I don’t know what my late understanding can bring to you
But I just want to spend a peaceful night with you before time completely takes you away
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Just like when you used your hands to help me learn to walk as seriously as possible
It’s more love
It’s more responsibility
If Without love, why is it so tiring?
If there is no responsibility, you will have to pay so much
I always feel that it is too simple to describe you as great
But your efforts have paid off My healthy growth
Your love is indescribable
But it has moved me so much
Your wrinkled forehead has given me a healthy body
Your wrinkled hands have saved me a lot of detours
Your lightly carried back has given me a hopeful future
I know I cannot put these things together Things are repaid in an instant
But I just want to be with you lightly
To watch the beautiful morning light together
To enjoy the intoxicating sunset together
Just like when you were a child, you protected me from wind and rain
I can never forget that scene
Because it is the most beautiful memory in life
May all fathers in the world be happy and healthy
5. Father’s Years
I already knew it just after the full moon
Father is a concept
It is a noun illuminated by black land and black woods
My little eyes looked at this big man
I warmed him with my most primitive cry
The upper and lower limbs and
Those days when they were injured by the rain
In childhood, I rode your hand into the school
You stretched out the iron of the world The hoe
died out a place for me
The sky is bigger than the village
Father, I am your fullest stone
Father, you are my most perfect shadow
When it gets dark, I live in the book
When it gets dark, you live in the mountains
Father, these ten years
p>We have never met
That day when I went home
You are still saying that people in the mountains live a strong life
You are the mountain< /p>
Now I have grown into a big tree
The leaves are facing the sky and the roots are not in your hands
My father’s mottled waterwheels and fences
Is it still silent under the moonlight
Still staying at the door of our home
The place where I ran away from home
Those polished stone pieces
The rotating hoop
Do you all have your own home?
Father tonight
I am another grain of wheat
Walked into another grain of wheat
It is the deformed appearance of deep bread and steamed buns
I don’t want to go home in a windmill tonight
I want to fly along The maturity of May
Father, you are tonight
My nails that will never rust and my old house
The only pain I can’t contain for thousands of years
6. The figure of the father
A distant blue sky
A green and mysterious mountain
A quiet and deep vast land< /p>
Vibrant living beings
What an opportunity for harmony between man and nature
The ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notations
The grains fluttering in the wind It is a dancing note
The nine-curved mountain road is the string of heaven and earth
It is the light steps of the fathers that pluck it
The sound that pops out is unexpected. It is the swan song of life
Sweat runs in the canal dug by the years
Stirring the waves of development
The protruding veins are the Great Wall built by strength
The spirit of Foolish Old Man who moved mountains extends from here
The moonlight nourishes this quiet night
The running water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue
I can touch it The peace in the snoring
I also feel the light of the white hair in the mirror
6. Father’s white hair
Your hair is like snow
Your body is bent like a bow
The snowflakes are the flowers sprinkled for you by the vicissitudes of time
The bow is the power that Father Time has saved for you
< p> Your dull hands are the seederYour eyes are the camera head
That seeder is the fruit that Shen Nong bestows on you to continuously harvest
That camera is the colorful world God gave you
When the tentacles of time crawl all over your forehead
I grow up through your white hair
< p> When the river of time flows through your veinsThrough your whole body I grow up
Who makes the last red leaf when the snow is falling
Who wants to stay and see you one more time when your life is about to end?