Father's back Author: Bi
It's the sparse hair.
Silver snow line
That light blue shirt.
Yellowing complexion
Rough hand
Gazing eyes
Did you give up? Is it desire?
Father is back.
Often like a light.
Stick it in my eye.
Those big hands
This is a knife wound.
Father is back.
Often like bees.
Sleeping in my dream
Familiar and strange
Like a wild goose in the distance
Never stop
Leave me alone.
Lonely as a tree
Looking at the sky
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
Father author: poetry confused
one
The days are already tight. He waved a sickle in the years.
After autumn, my memory of you becomes small. Your snoring
The hand that touched my spring is in the river of my hometown.
Weave a net with moonlight to salvage ripples.
There are countless dreams about stars
The grass on the shore tugs at your back.
How much rain has it rained on this country road?
How much is Lou distorted? Mud flute goes home
The wind has eroded you. Bend it a little.
Light up with my tears, but my chest
Dare not touch this word. father
I can't make a sound, I can only use petrified eyes.
Read you. Standing in your dusk sky, wandering around.
Twilight is not like that. I dare not watch it for long.
Prayer can release the flood deep in the clouds.
I am afraid that the surging depression will destroy me and subvert you.
two
Recite quotations. Then look east.
Looking forward to red purifying and inspiring the soul.
Dig blood vessels in the land with protruding ribs.
Poor skin needs blood washing.
All this is just shallow grass, it's easy.
Buried by the heavy snow in early winter. I can't get rid of it.
My neighbor and I lack oxygen in cold weather.
Always hungry and skinny.
I remember you didn't come back for many days. hear about
You are far away from home, and what you sell is the only one.
Bloody. How many can socialism give you?
Or only two very white steamed buns with white flour.
You use one of them to keep warm and prolong your life.
It's another night you've been thinking about for a long time. You lost your cigarette.
Wrap it back with a heavy heart. Oh, father
This is the only snack I have eaten in my whole childhood.
three
It was also in April three years ago, and the wind was drunk and the flowers were thick.
Greedy vines lurk to the road in the dark, causing trouble.
The crazy grass of conspiracy is everywhere.
I was entangled in the wrong wheel and couldn't escape.
Feel the temperature of blood in the wolf's desire.
Cancer, how attractive and beautiful it is after the spring rain.
Suddenly bloomed. On the other end of the phone
Tell me with the glad eye on the radio that you have been hijacked.
Oh, father, I woke up in the middle of the night among the flowers.
How beautiful spring is, how can it be annoying?
Oh, honey, use your marketing album.
Skinny, explaining fate.
Time is predestined, after opening the door of suffering.
Pain. April is like a rusty scrap plow.
From then on, I stopped farming, but hung it in front of your door.
four
Blood and desperate words save the seller
What a sinister air it creates. father
You are as pious as the land, and you have been attached to that meager flesh and blood all your life.
Besides poverty, what do you hold in your heavy palm?
The days supported by hard work are getting old day by day.
Weeds first grow in the corner and then spread.
It's like sweat seeping from your forehead first.
Then, like a snake, it climbed to the heart and ran away.
Every summer is always ruined by the sun. Zen spike
Was delayed intentionally or unintentionally. Autumn is coming.
Ladon is extremely long, and 3,000 Li is desolate.
See through by an old pine tree. Bear tough fruit.
Caught in the crack of crazy long stones
The most barren dust in a hurry
The snow melts and the prayers sing.
Inherited in another heavy snow, wake up at the next intersection.
five
The vicissitudes of time, the moon's eyes shed the coolness of the world.
Deep into the soul, I always feel that my knife is not sharpened fast enough.
Live or die like an ostrich.
The devil casts spells in a life without competition.
In this dusty room, what is worth looking back and saying?
What are you trying to say? The soul is helpless.
As the cold of eighteen layers of hell gets closer and closer.
You walk timidly through and hide.
But I can't hide my excuses and demands for survival.
Useless attachment. If I give up in despair
Tonight can bring you some comfort.
Oh, Father, God and Yamaraja are talking to Facebook.
Sunset will not pity you.
Once a wish. The air of fate is waiting.
Harvest your frail old age when it is a little dark.
I can't avoid sadness
father
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.
To my father.
In childhood
I am the baby in your hand.
Vaguely remember
Heaven is your shoulder.
hug
……
When I was a teenager
I am the pain in your eyes.
won't forget
Reward flogging for your happiness.
And angry.
……
When I grow up
I want to be your forever supporter.
Diseases and changes in life
But your body is heartless.
bait
……
Now
You are a son who always talks about it.
Missing and regretting
Take my thoughts away like a flood
Repeated soaking
……
father
Hazy time
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
To my father: whose suona sound?
Disturb the dream of dawn
Sad tune
Blow away the sad rain in the city
Your question mark figure
everywhere
I miss you again.
Why are you in such a hurry?
Is it in the park in heaven?
There are benches to rest on.
Pay tribute to father
dad
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.