That cold and helpless little locust tree has gone away.
Fierce expectations, full of thoughts.
Decorate a gentle heart with colorful colors.
Windows in winter, roadside in summer.
Stand up straight and look into the distance.
The four seasons remain the same.
Those childhood days
Stumbling for decades.
In a trance, just yesterday.
A face outlined by perseverance and composure
Used to be relying on and backing.
Used to be the tray of dreams.
A rare smile
It used to be the clearest day in the haze.
But that heartless and outrageous day
It's about keeping a child warm.
Throw it into the mountains where dogs crow.
Time has no wrinkles.
But put its rhythm
Carved on everyone's mouth and eyes.
Today, pale hair
Thin hands
A symbol of losing power
Only high head and straight waist.
Still static.
Knees and forearms are bent, children's children
Are playing with countless nostalgia
Through undulating eyes
Caress very gently every day.
I hope this beautiful photo.
forever and always
Those vicissitudes of life eyes
Always a clear spring in the mountains
Infinite happiness
A modern poem for my father. The earth in the autumn wind.
It's your dry forehead
Those deep and shallow ravines
Accuse of the ruthlessness of time
The old tree at the entrance of the village
Grow old with you
In my casual clothes.
Towards the end of life
You are not as old as that old tree.
But your once strong body
Be eaten by pests and diseases.
Like that old tree that is about to wither.
The autumn wind is soughing.
But I can't stand the wind and rain any more.
thunder and lightning
I'm scared.
Afraid of sleeping late at night
Or a sober morning.
You will fall like an old tree.
Ignoring my entreaties.
Even if you cry a river, I won't sympathize with you.
Without your smile
My heart is crying, too
No matter what happens, I will be by your side.
Please smile! start from today
Today is your birthday.
There is such a person for the father.
He is the man who loves you most in the world.
In childhood
He is your world.
in your eyes
He's like a god.
He seems to know everything.
He taught you to talk.
Teach you to walk
Teach you to read and write.
You are very happy.
He is very happy.
You're sad.
He is impatient.
You went to school.
He told you with great expectation.
Study hard.
Simple words
The significance is heavy.
But you at that time.
Can't fully understand
You have made progress.
he said
Don't be proud.
Continue to fight
You failed a little.
he said
it doesn't matter
Don't be discouraged.
It will be better next time.
He is always so silent.
Behind you.
Teach you tolerance and forbearance
Teach you to be strong and brave.
Teach you
at any time
Do not give up.
Maybe he is strict.
Maybe he's old-fashioned
Maybe he is conservative.
Maybe he didn't give you a rich family.
Didn't let you live a princess life.
Didn't make you carefree every day
cannot ...
But he loves you.
I want you to be happy more than anyone.
I don't want you to be wronged at all.
At this moment
adequately
You have grown up.
Thought is mature.
But in his eyes,
You will always be just a child.
His children
grow up to an adult
Have your own opinions.
I told you to stay at the university near your home.
Stubborn you won't.
Resolutely left-leaning
You are far from home.
It is not easy to know what it is.
So you started complaining.
but
He blames you, too
but
He cares more about you.
therefore
Every phone has it.
Just remember to remind you to take care of yourself.
Tell you to learn to be responsible for your choices.
grow up to an adult
You may not want to tell him anything.
I just think about it from time to time.
The pride of riding around my neck when I was a child.
Full of happiness.
Just vaguely remember
You did something wrong.
Bow your head in front of him
Dare not speak.
I just can't forget it.
His big hand is holding your little hand.
The trembling that glides gently across the paper.
only
You at that time
He was at that time.
at present
Not anymore.
Maybe he is not good at words.
Love is not easy to say.
But you know in your heart
His love for you.
All the time.
His love for you.
Heavier than a mountain.
Higher than the sky
Bigger than the sea.
He has the most beautiful and resounding name in the world.
father
Remember I don't know where I read a sentence.
You must succeed faster than your parents.
heart
It hurts badly for a long time.
at present
I have accomplished nothing.
But father
He is getting old.
Time, time, slow down.
Don't let him get old again.
Time, time, wait for me.
Let me be his pride
Is that okay?
How can you hear modern poems written to your father?
My call at this time, father, my father
When you are sweating all over.
The moment I came out of the wheat field
I decided to share my life.
I must write a hymn for you.
Melody, just use labor songs.
Background, choose boundless night.
Father, my father
Don't want to see your back forever
Please turn around.
I want to face your desolation.
Even in an instant, put yourself
Turn into a sculpture
Father, my father
A bright night with countless stars and moons
You are always the last to come back.
With a sickle for cutting wheat in his hand.
Your tired figure is in your heart.
Freezing forever
Father, my father
Maybe you've forgotten.
I will always remember it.
Remember that straw hat on my head, it's you.
And mom's masterpiece
Shaping is mom's choice and material.
You cut the straw.
Father, my father
Wearing this straw hat
From then on, July is not afraid of filariasis.
Because you and your love are a group.
An inextricable cloud
Modern poems for my father, 5. White-haired horns are stained with the vicissitudes of time.
The vertical and horizontal wrinkles are full of years and sufferings.
The camel's back is full of the weight of fate.
Youth is banished in the distance and loneliness.
Life is locked in criss-crossing buildings.
On the familiar land of my hometown.
Father gave everything.
The worn-out and old plough rummaged through the rice fields.
Father sowed the hope of the whole family in the shouts of driving cattle.
A sharp and ordinary axe cuts wood.
In a neat chopping
My father left my mother a meager dowry.
Father used black and strong arms.
Surround the safest harbor of my childhood.
Transition from light green, lemon yellow and Chu red
Time deprives you of your health.
But your love is still so natural and unrestrained
Layer upon layer.
Even if it turns into a heavy red.
Disappear into the endless running water
I can still be in your eyes.
Find kindness and perseverance
Please let me bow and hold a handful of moonlight.
Wash away the sadness on your face.
Please let me cut a tender one.
Wipe the haze from your heart.
Please let me kiss your hand again.
Tender talk
Happy Father's Day.
Modern poems written for my father when the bicycle bell rings 6
Immediately flew out of the bird line.
Grab the skirt
Have a piece of candy.
Joy suddenly welled up in my heart.
The whole courtyard and village hills
Come and go in a hurry
Childhood memories locked in the house
It's hard to find the image of my father.
Eat only rice and sugar
Wear flowered clothes
Feel the light of fatherly love
I spend the longest time at home on New Year's Day.
Listen to the story in a circle
It became a beautiful movement.
Planting flowers and vegetables, stripping and building walls
Raise chickens, cattle, rabbits and sheep.
This tree has been strong since childhood.
Always put down your luggage and wipe your sweat.
Just carry a hoe and go straight to Xigang.
Always put down the shelf, the car is loaded.
Go to Nanjing and carry two barrels of starlight.
Always holding tea in one hand and onions and ginger in the other.
Drive away disease and pain for children
Hard-working, you are self-reliant.
Selfless and fearless, your moral resistance
For the people, you shoulder all directions.
You are tolerant and patient with the people you love.
You have a warm embrace.
You have the chest of the sea
You have to do business when you are old.
Reading books and newspapers never depends on the light of glasses.
The abacus greets and sends the pen.
Be modest and be tough.
You are my respectable and lovely father.
You are the eternal sun in your heart.
A modern poem written for my father when the wind blows all dreams.
Father, today is the day when I leave you.
I am in your eyes full of vicissitudes.
I read about your father.
My grandfather
Maybe the dream will blow me far away.
But please don't worry.
I inherited your perseverance from my bones.
Every cell of mine
Dance with your expectations.
Today, I want to fly.
Father, please don't worry!
When the wind lifted me up.
You must be in my dream of flying.
I saw you that year.
Modern Poetry Written for Father 8 Female: My Mother
Always wake up before dawn
Have a pair of rough hands
Wake up the warm morning smoke in the village
M: My father.
Always go home after midnight.
When the bug is asleep.
Before I started snoring
Woman: My mother is still very young, but she looks like an old woman.
She is always nagging.
Repeat over and over again:
Study hard, eat and wear warm clothes.
M: My father has a bad temper.
Every time I climb a wall, climb a tree or fail an exam.
He will turn blue with anger.
Whip an animal with a whip
It's up and down on my head.
But never fell behind.
Woman: My mother has long hair that makes people proud.
She looks forward to the village chief and me every day.
Turn the corner and bypass an old locust tree
I saw a wisp of black silk flying in the warm wind.
My mother
She is not beautiful.
Working day and night consumed all her youth.
But she smiles like a flower.
She smiled, and the whole yard was sunny.
My father is short but strong.
He got up early and longed for black.
Raise me with hard sweat
He works hard and complains.
My back is bent to hold up my dream of reading.
it's him
Teach me how to be strong in simple language.
it's him
Ignite my ideal with a faint kerosene lamp
Peace between men and women: ten years and decades have passed quickly.
Mother's hair has turned white.
Father's trembling hands can no longer cut wheat and transplant rice.
at present
We have grown up.
mature
Ride the wind and waves against the sun
but
No matter how far away I am from home
Or cross the ocean to study abroad?
No matter how far I go, how far I go.
How much mud and bumps are encountered.
I will feel the power that comes to the deepest part of my life
Wherever I go,
I will think of you proudly.
My (parents') accent
Wherever I go,
You are my unforgettable hometown.
(mother, father)-heavy voice
I know that flowers will fade no matter how bright they are.
I know that no matter how lush a tree is, it will die.
(mother, father)-heavy voice
when you are old
I will feed you water, too.
Put on your clothes and make you look brand new.
I will also squat down and carefully distinguish your vague words.
I will also take you to see the sky and clouds.
(mother, father)-heavy voice
by then
I will treat you as my child.
It's an honor to take care of you
Just like you raised me.
A modern poem dedicated to my father reminds me of my childhood.
It's a summer night after a rain.
Go to the neighboring village to watch Baba movies.
I ride around your neck.
Overhead is a bright moonlight world.
On the ground, it is a bright water.
Or take me fishing in the late spring afternoon.
Wade across a shallow river ditch
Cross a field with long grass.
Many crucian carp are jumping in the glowing rice fields.
The sunshine in spring is like a poem.
In my lively childhood, I cheered and ran.
My father left me the most memories.
It sent me away again and again.
At the age of twelve
Send me to junior high school
Father and son go out early in the morning.
I walk in the back.
He has a trembling burden on his shoulders.
At one end is a heavy reality
At one end is my vaguely visible future.
Arrange everything for me.
The sun is setting.
Father got on the walking tractor, panting like an ox.
Don't leave me.
At that moment, I knew.
From now on, I will go my own way.
Start the journey of life
At the age of fifteen
Take me to the normal school.
My father gave me a watch that he had worn for many years.
But I didn't call him.
In my heart
Dissatisfied with his sternness and condemnation
afterwards
My father sent me on the early train to the county seat countless times.
Under the dim street lamp
His old and emaciated body.
Leaning against a tree at the station
I find
Once a stalwart and strong father.
Because I have grown up.
I'm getting old.
My father gave it to me countless times.
I only sent him once.
This is the first and last time.
When the lid of the wooden coffin was slowly closed
I know
My father and I have been separated since then.
He can't see me off anymore.
43 years
This seems to be a long and thin road.
On this road
With his father's farewell eyes.
At my father's grave.
Standing at my father's grave again.
I'd like to say it, but I don't know where to start.
Ten years after my father left.
Mother said one thing over and over again.
My sick father used to beat me.
I stubbornly didn't hum, didn't drop a tear.
He told his mother sadly, the child .....
I hit him so hard that he stopped crying.
Ten years after my father left.
He will appear silently in my dreams.
Cold, tired and hungry, with a sad face.
After a while, he floated away.
At my father's grave.
Burning paper, incense, shooting and kowtowing
The fire of paper money went out.
My awe has not disappeared.
The smoke of firecrackers dissipated.
My thoughts will never dissipate.