The old street is still mottled, I am with you.
The wind and snow of the years have dyed your hair white.
Your brow is furrowed and full of sadness.
The dim light makes you tired and waiting for me.
These words have been hidden in my heart for many years, but I haven't been able to say them.
I didn't understand the retention in your eyes until I left home.
Without tears and waving, you want me to move forward firmly.
Just like the rose grass you love to grow, it is small, but it is proud to have it.
A person walking in the street will bravely face the cold current.
Without your warm embrace, your strength and ...
Humming your favorite songs and finding the flavor of your existence.
Thoughts are entangled in my heart, stubborn as your silence choked my throat.
These words have been hidden in my heart for many years, but I haven't been able to say them.
I didn't understand the retention in your eyes until I left home.
Without tears and waving, you want me to move forward firmly.
Just like the rose grass you love to grow, it is small, but it is proud to have it.
When the phone rang, you waited by the phone for a long time.
Laugh like a child. Mother's nagging is not enough.
Robbed the cell phone. You said everything was fine. Don't worry.
Now I am in tears, which is a feeling of happiness.
2. Dad's job
Khaki rice bowl
inside
With decades of blood and sweat.
also
The weight of the whole family
The relentless passage of time
Navan
It's slowly turning yellow.
The edge has also been scratched by years.
one day
Still the same job
Like that
It's light yellow, too.
anxious
It also flows in it.
Bowl bracket
No, this is what the old man looks like.
3. Father's three-foot platform
Father's three-foot platform
In that lonely town.
As the father of a rural teacher.
I don't know the projector
Can't use a computer
Father stood on the platform.
Just use a short piece of chalk.
On the blackboard.
I wrote it over and over again.
Old knowledge that has been fermented in my mind.
Father used thick chapped lips.
Tell the past and the future
Poverty and sadness
A small platform three feet high.
It's my father's 18 year.
Hard-working land
Young people sitting under the stage
In the rolling of annual rings
I accidentally changed one dial after another.
But what about father?
He has always stuck to his narrow position.
His three-foot platform
This three-foot platform
It carries the dream of my father when he was young.
It witnessed his father's passion.
At the same time,
And dyed my father's black hair white.
It pollutes day after day.
The lungs on which my father lives.
Father's three-foot platform
Not just the podium,
It fills the stomach of a family.
It unconsciously,
Took away my father's sun.
Hot and youthful.
Father's enthusiasm is here.
Burn to ashes
Father's blood is here.
Frozen to avoid boiling.
Eighteen years, eighteen years of silent persistence.
This is not the longest time.
But it was my father's best years. Poems praising father.
Father chose to set himself on fire, and then
Still standing on a three-foot platform,
With calm and serene eyes
Watching others shine
And the heat that warms the heart and lungs.
Later, later, later
Some people say you are old.
They put on a hypocritical gesture,
Euphemistically advise you to leave quietly.
Finally, finally, finally.
You came home empty-handed.
Keep your sleeves clean, but stay.
A hunched figure.
Eighteen years later, my father
Me? From under your three-foot platform
Fly away from your busy area.
Every noisy night
You will always be in my dream.
This is your three-foot platform.
You're a regular figure in honest and frank.
And you've been sticking to the three-foot platform.
In my dream, it has always been.
Never grow old? Heroes. Poems praising father.
4. Dad, I love you!
You are a dense forest,
I am a small tree;
You are a vast sky,
I am a free-flying bird;
Dad's love is like the sun,
Very warm;
Dad's love is like the moon,
Very gentle;
I must sow the seeds of your hope.
Whether there are leaves or not tomorrow.
I am the daughter of Hai.
Your ocean will always be full of affectionate expectations.
Windy days
Your strong arms
Entrust me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine.
Even if you disappear into smoke.
Wider than the sea is the sky.
Bigger than the sky is your heart.
Mom said, you are a trustworthy person;
I said, you are my spiritual pillar;
Help me when I'm in trouble,
Comfort me when I am sad.
Ah! What about you? My dear dad,
You gave me the same years;
Thank you!
Believe me, I will use my efforts,
To decorate tomorrow's glory!
Dad,
A word hidden in my heart for a long time:
That's it? Dad, I love you!
5. Behind my father
By an oil lamp
Like the aperture of a firefly.
Tie an old graphic
There is a totem embroidered under the needle tip
Dedicated to flying life in the dark.
Father's snoring in the middle of the night
Respond to ardent dreams.
Under the traction of the mountain wind
I'm tired of revisiting the fields.
Perched in the mother's sight
Dawn stir-fried from the iron pot.
The delicious food witnessed the passing of time.
The emotion of baking is integrated into the details of life.
In the child's sleep.
Father went out again with a burden on his shoulder.
6. My old father
Think about your back.
I find it very difficult.
Touch your hand
I feel difficult.
Unconsciously, your sideburns have grown white hair.
Quietly, you have wrinkles around your eyes.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are ten points in the sweetness of the world, and you only tasted three points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
Please be my father in the next life.
Listen to you.
I took over my confidence.
Look into your eyes
I saw love.
Young and old, you hold filial piety in your hand.
No matter how hard and tired, everyone has a warm face.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are three points in the bitterness of life, but you eat ten points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
Please be my father in the next life.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are three points in the bitterness of life, but you eat ten points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
I'll prove it to you. You will be my father in the next life.
My old father
Prose Poems and Phrases about Rain _ Classical Poetry
First, even if there is no rain color in Enigma, clothes are stuck in the depths of the clouds. Zhang Xu's Stay on the Mountain
Second, the lotus flower didn't shelter from the rain, and the chrysanthemum and the branches of Ao Shuang. Su Shi's gift to Liu Jingwen
Third, don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite and easier to see when you are away. Li Yu's "The Sand Waves Clap the Rain outside the Curtain"
Fourth, good rain knows the season when spring happens. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Five, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Six, dance pavilion, the wind is always blowing away. Xin Qiji's "Meeting in Jingkou through the ages, Gu Beiting nostalgia"
Seven, critically ill sitting up, black wind and rain hit the cold window. Yuan Zhen's Literary Music Gifted Jiangzhou Sima
8. Is it raining on the Acropolis? Light dust, the green willow color of the guest house is new. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
Nine, the clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is not cold. Zhinan's quatrains
Ten, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and rain is easy to send flowers at dusk. Tang Wan's "Chai Tou Shi Feng Qing Bo"
Eleven, the sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is close but not close. Han Yu's Early Spring was presented to 18 members of Zhang Shui Department.
How deep is love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Out of the Plug"
Thirteen, seven, eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three are in front of the rainy mountain. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Yellow Sand Road
Fourteen, since then, the brocade book has been sent, and the painting building is unfounded. Yan Dao Ji's Qing Ping Le Can't Stay.
Fifteen, peach and plum spring breeze a glass of wine, the river's lake night rain for ten years. Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"
Sixteen, autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Li Shangyin's "Love in Snail Pavilion, Ode to Cuizhou"
Seventeen, the spring tide brings rain late and urgent, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou
18. Is it raining in Weicheng? Light dust, the green willow color of the guest house is new. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Nineteen, the rain hits the pear and closes the door. Poems in memory of the king
Twenty, during the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Twenty-one, don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? ! Untitled Li Shangyin's "The East Wind Blows Misty Rain"
Twenty-two, Nu Wa tempered stone to make up the sky, and stone made autumn rain. Li He's Quotations from Li Ping
Twenty-three, but I still remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
Twenty-four, the reporter returned, and the apricot blossoms and spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River. Yu Ji's Letter to Ke Zhong Jing in the Wind.
Twenty-five, drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Liu Changqing bid farewell to Yan Shiyuan
Twenty-six, people wake up at dusk, and it is raining all over the sky. Xu Hun's Farewell to Xie Ting
Twenty-seven, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the falling flowers and storms are more harmful to spring. Yan Shu's Huanxisha has always been young and limited.
28. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red, thin and Li Qingzhao's "Like a dream, after a storm last night, the wind suddenly cleared."
Twenty-nine years have passed, which should be a good time and a good scene. Liu Yong's "Rain Rings Cold"
Thirty, the clouds are beginning to sink and the rain is coming. The East Building of Xianyang City in Xu Hun
Thirty-one, the running water is gone, it is heaven and earth. Li Yu's "The Sand Waves Clap the Rain outside the Curtain"
Thirty-two, bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th
Thirty-three, one or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road Banqiao is oblique. Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
Thirty-four, cold rain into the night, Wu, Fujian. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Thirty-five, the rain outside the curtain, the spring is fading. Li Yu's "The Sand Waves Clap the Rain outside the Curtain"
Thirty-six, holding hands, looking at tears, I was speechless. Liu Yong's "Rain Rings Cold"
Thirty-seven, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Desert, Light Cold on the Small Building"
Thirty-eight, Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguancheng is heavy. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Thirty-nine, Lishan language is clear in the middle of the night, tears and rain do not complain. Nalan Xingde's Friends in Cambodia, and Mulan's poems are archaized.
Forty, the drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the cold. Lee? Spread the fragrance of happy sand and sell the remaining green leaves.
Forty-one, the mountains and plains are green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. April in rural Weng Juan.
Forty-two, listen to the rain song upstairs. The young mermaid in Jie Jiang listened to the rain.
Forty-three, thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, heavy and vast. Liu Yong's "Rain Rings Cold"
Forty-four, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei. Yan Dao Ji's "Balcony Lock after Linjiang Fairy Dream"
Forty-five, it was stormy last night, and a deep sleep didn't need residual wine. Li Qingzhao's "It's like a dream, after a storm last night, the wind suddenly cleared"
Forty-six, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (Ⅰ)
Forty-seven, the drizzle fish out, the breeze swallows oblique. Du Fu's "Two Poems on Water Threshold"
Forty-eight, Chuyang dry night rain leaves, clear water, wind and lotus. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Curtain Covers Liao Aquilaria"
Forty-nine, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not have to be returned. Zhang's "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse"
50. The blue buds under the mountain are shorter than those in the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and muddy, and the rain falls at dusk. Su Shi's Tour of Huanxi Sand in Qingquan Temple
Fifty-one, peaches and plums are full of rain, and willow green is more smoky. Wang Wei's Six of Seven Pastoral Songs
Fifty-two, ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Li Qingzhao's "It's like a dream, after a storm last night, the wind suddenly cleared"
Fifty-three, a red dew condenses fragrance, and sex and rain are heartbroken. Li Bai's Qing Ping Diao Er
Fifty-four, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Fifty-five, wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. Mao Zedong's Yongmei.
56. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine. Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th
Fifty-seven, even if there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to? . Liu Yong's "Rain Rings Cold"
Fifty-eight, strange life has an umbrella that doesn't rain, not to cover your head, but to keep out the wind. Yang Wanli's boat crossing Anren
59. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Praise of Father's Love —— Poem for Father _ Classical Poetry
father
A common name.
There is persistence in the ordinary.
father
Easy-going image
Easy-going and very strong
father
A silent appearance.
Love is hidden in silence.
Father's love is a lofty mountain
Generous and energetic
A paradise that supports her daughter's lifelong belief.
Father's love is a deep sea.
infinite
Storing love, desire and hope for her daughter.
Fatherly love is an ancient vine.
willpower
Wrapped in tolerance, care and miss for her daughter.
Father's love is a book.
Full of vicissitudes of life.
It takes a daughter a lifetime to understand.
Loyalty is your soul.
Integrity is your personality.
Practicality is your true nature.
Steady is your style.
Tolerance and patience are the virtues you passed on to me.
can't forget it
When I was a child, you carried me on your shoulders.
I wish I could see the wide world.
can't forget it
You taught me on the way to school by bike.
I am eager to fly my dreams.
can't forget it
Daughter is far away from home and goes out to study.
You use warm big hands
Press my shoulder.
The commission was passed on to me.
can't forget it
You smell of tobacco.
And your sweet white wine.
That's the smell of father.
You are not as gentle as your mother.
But I hide my tenderness in my heart
Under your wings
I mature day by day.
Step by step towards success
I sincerely pray.
father
Be your daughter in the afterlife.
Let me bathe in your father's love for the rest of my life.
Poetry praising father's love
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
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.
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
Beautiful Modern Prose Poems on New Year's Day: Embracing New Year's Day
Stubborn ideas
A wisp of homesickness brushed yesterday.
Standing on the top of the mountain at sunset at the end of this year.
Overlooking, crazy
East of the horizon
The sea breathes in waves and pain.
Lick the new year's sun
The newborn baby flapped its wings.
Slapping the face of the sea
Golden light flies across the blue sky.
The cry of time and space.
Rush out of a room or house
Fall into a bloated night
Open your eyes.
The shadow of morning exercise calls for the throat of the mountain.
Grandpa who leads the cow and walks the grass.
Everyone put on a New Year's smile.
There was a tearing sound.
365 days
Standing hand in hand on the shore of the horizon.
wait for
Waiting to use our blood and sweat
Our laughter, our poetry.
Raise flowers in spring and shade in summer.
The fruit of autumn is crystal clear in winter.
Standing at the top of the last sunset of the year.
Overlooking, crazy
Wearing a new earth costume
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