Modern Poems Describing Father's Love 1
An earth-yellow rice bowl
Inside
contains decades of blood and sweat
Also
The weight of the whole family
The ruthless flow of time
The play
also gradually turns yellow
The edges are still scratched by time
One day
It will still be the same job
That way
< p>It also has a light yellow colorSweat
is also flowing inside
The person holding the bowl is no longer the same person as before Modern poems describing father's love 2
Think of your back
I feel the tenacity
Touch your hands
I touch When it comes to hardship
Unknowingly, white hair appears on your temples
Silently, wrinkles appear on the corners of your eyes
My old father
The person I love most
You have only tasted three out of ten of the sweetness in the world
I have not done enough to be your son or daughter in this life
I beg you to be my father in the next life
Listen to your advice
I have taken over my confidence
Looking at you
< p>I saw loveYou hold filial piety in your hands, old and young
No matter how hard and tired you are, you have warmth on your face
My old Father
The person I love most
You take ten of the three bitternesses of life
I have not done enough to be your son or daughter in this life
I beg you to be my father in the next life
My old father
The person I love the most
You are even three-thirds of the bitterness of life Eat ten points
I have not done enough to be your son in this life
I beg you to be my father in the next life
My old father describes his father Modern Poems of Love 3
The old streets are still mottled and I am following you
The wind and snow of the years have dyed your blue hair into white hair
Your eyebrows are tightly knitted. The ditch is filled with sadness
The dim light leaves you tired and waiting for me
Those words have been hidden in my heart for many years but I have not been able to say them out
Until I only understood the retention in your eyes when I left home
Without tears or waving, you asked me to move forward firmly
Like the rose grass you love to plant, which is small but can be owned proudly
A person will bravely face the cold when walking on the street
Without your warm embrace and the strength you gave me,
I can hum the tunes you love to sing to find you. The taste of being here
The thoughts linger in my heart and are as stubborn as your silence choking my throat
Those words have been hidden in my heart for many years but I could not say them out
Until I left home Only then did I understand the retention in your eyes
Without tears or waving, you asked me to move forward firmly
Like the rose grass you love to plant, which is small but can be proudly owned
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When you wait for a long time by the phone and the ringtone rings
You laugh like a child and your mother’s nagging is not enough
You grab the phone and say everything is fine, don’t worry
I have shed tears at this moment. This is a happy feeling