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
Poetry in praise of father: father
White as Snow
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Poetry in praise of father: father
Your hair is white and white.
Your body is bent. This is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
I grew up in your white hair
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of life, who wants to leave you a look?
Poetry in praise of father: father
I'll know it just after a month.
Father is a concept.
This is the lighting term of black land and black forest.
Small eyes looking at the big man.
I use the most primitive crying
Warm his upper and lower limbs.
Those days when the rain stopped.
Childhood, I took your hand into the school.
You lifted the iron hoe of the world.
Dig a face for me
The sky is bigger than the village.
Father, I am your most complete stone.
Father, you are my perfect shadow.
It's getting dark I live in a book.
It's dark. You live in the mountains.
Father, these ten years
We have never met.
I went home that day.
You're still saying that the mountain people live a strong life.
You are not old. This is a mountain.
Now I have grown into a big tree.
You have no root in your hand.
Father's waterwheel and fence
Are you still silent in the moonlight?
Still staying at our door.
Where I ran away from home
Those polished stone chips.
Rotating iron ring
Do you all have your own homes?
Tonight's father
I am another wheat.
Become another wheat.
It is the deep deformation of bread and steamed bread.
I don't want to go home by windmill tonight.
I want to fly along the maturity of May.
Father, who are you tonight
My nails and my old house will never rust.
The only pain I can't shut up for thousands of years
A poem praising father: father's love
Father is a river, flowing with years and telling the vicissitudes of the world;
Father is the sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky;
Father is a mountain with a strong backbone and the fragrance of earth;
Father's love is like a mountain, deep and powerful, shielding me from the wind and rain;
Father's love is like water, silent and gentle, smoothing my inner wounds;
Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my heart for me;
Father's love is like the moon, ignorant and elegant, which can give me hope even in the most cloudy days.
Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, which gives me the motivation to live;
Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, which contains countless mistakes of mine.
A poem praising my father: My father is my hero.
My father is my hero and has never changed in my life.
As a father of eight children, he knows that he has a great responsibility.
When I was a little boy, he looked very tall.
In my eyes, he can do anything, and we know that he has the final say.
His body and mind contain infinite power,
But he is also very gentle, which can make people feel that he is friendly and straightforward.
Many mornings when I was a child, I was awakened by his kisses and songs.
I miss those days very much.
He makes me feel so special, "Miss America" he sang softly.
I know I have a father's love This love gave me the courage to do it and fight for it.
From him, I learned to hold my head high and be proud of myself.
Strength and determination made this excellent man.
Although he is old, his strength keeps him alive.
And his firm determination,
Let my sick mother get the care she needs and stay in the world.
He loves her, and he loves children, so he has invested many years in his life.
Take care of this woman, his wife and his soul mate.
He struggled day and night for many years for her illness.
I'm afraid a man who is not very strong has already resigned himself.
Although he has his own illness, he is always by her side.
Take care of her and love her until she closes her eyes forever.
Twenty days later, his life came to an end.
I lost my hero, my father and my friend.
After several years, life has become another landscape.
But with Father's Day coming, I want to celebrate his good name.
Pray that he and God in heaven will be with me,
Take care of me, guide me and look down on me proudly.
Because I am my father's daughter, we will meet again one day.
But until then, I will miss him and love him forever.