The still water is clear, the deep bottom is slow, and there is no old capacity outside the pavilion. Once upon a time, smiling faces were often hung, and there was endless joy under the court. Orchids are still there, and the grass is even the sky. The old scene is shocking and sad. In the name of my father, invite fish and geese to send my heart.
1, Mourning Spring (Five Wonders)
Chun yun ru yuan Xiang
Kind but sailing.
Who will protect Residual Red?
Ask about sunset wine
2. "Another father"
There is a lot of breeze and rain.
This is a new sight in the world.
Who knows the divine decree?
Immortal measure of my father's soul
3. "Thinking of Father" (Four Musts)
Want to be green and raise your father.
It's hard to say goodbye to your family in shengshi.
Walk slowly and repeat the night.
Goodbye, voices, dreams and watches.
4. Missing Father (four musts)
Spring thunder is fierce and surging.
Hard to believe in kindness and strictness.
When shall we plough the dragon to the embankment again?
Dreaming of silent tears in the middle of the night
5. "Thinking of Father" (Four Musts)
Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, homesick.
It is difficult to be filial, and Gao Tang wants to break his soul.
Alas, homesickness, who can solve the problem?
Hui Hui Mengfu Xinghua Village
6. Yongmei (Four Wonders)
Who will like Qiao Mei Aoxue?
Independent winter and autumn nine fragrant flowers
Time passed without a trace.
Miss your parents, the cold wind is long.
7. Homesickness (Seven Musts)
Autumn is breezy, drizzling and cool and pleasant.
Still holding a pipa to the candle and hurting my mind.
I only hate my family and have nowhere to complain.
Ask when you will go to Chiyang.
8. Four Unique Memories of Father (new rhyme)
I always love my father's office. I gave up drinking and smoking for this tree.
I feel relaxed when I leave office and sweet when I go home.
9. "Recalling Wang Wangsun's Birthday"
Dead branches still borrow Chun Lv, and tender grass is fragrant.
Walking in the clouds, Du wept for the dead, but Xiang Xuan didn't answer.
10, missing my father (new rhyme)
In May, flowers bloom and fall, and I miss my father every year.
Love snow, no shadow, love to spend half my life.
1 1, Late Autumn-Stay in Fear
There are tears when dripping phoenix trees.
Last year, I mourned for the shower.
I dream of Hengtai for the rest of my life.
The old trees along the hedge have residual leaves.
The pine trees on the ridge reflect ancient abilities.
If bluebirds can send family messages,
Chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
12, "Huanxisha misses his father"
Bone and blood can't bring back family ties,
Money flies and tears are hard to hold.
Songtao bird is also sad!
Cut off yin and yang,
Ten years of cold and warm resentment, who knows?
The head of the night sleeps and endures?
13, Sacrificing Father (Seven Laws)
Just like a play, life is full of sadness.
Romantic dreams are long.
Writing and dancing in the world of mortals
Singing softly around the world with wine.
Where is the pillow full of lovesickness?
I hate asking who I want in my hometown.
Kindly drive a crane to Xianyou.
Only poetry sacrifices apricot state.
14, Qiu Si (seven methods)
The maple leaves in the distant mountains turned red.
The residual load on the lake enters dusk.
A place is cold and frosty in autumn.
Half a plate of abandoned children is unparalleled
Life is like a play, and time is short.
Years leave a long diary.
Want to give peace without calligraphy.
It's just that the title is messy and there are articles
15, Spring Injury (Seven Laws)
Dong Feng Hunhun Song Yinchun
It's refreshing.
How many things are silent in the years?
Life is slow and real.
The celadon lamp is still there today.
Green water and tea are fragrant, but no one is seen.
Pour wine into sadness and increase confusion.
Help hoe, shed tears, and bury the flower soul.
16, missing father
Outside the courtroom, Mei Lan welcomes guests from afar.
Yan Jun returned to Judah in a foreign country?
Orange and yellow fruits dragged the branches.
Staring like a father's smile,
God's dark tears keep flowing.
In March, sweet-scented osmanthus filled the courtyard.
Make fun of monkeys.
Family ties last forever.
Yin and yang are out of touch,
The wild goose looked at her son sadly.
17, Injury of Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme)
The wind is biting,
The geese are sad all over the sky.
God is tired, the world is cold,
The body was just buried in the snow.
The warmth of a loving father finally became a reality.
The child's filial piety is questionable.
Hedgehog chrysanthemum is independent of the river bank,
Looking forward to a foggy day.
18, "Xijiang Moon, Seeing Things and Thinking of Parents"
Spring rain and yellow flowers are everywhere, where do the cold wind and fallen leaves go?
Rhododendron wept blood and wet clothes. Does Yan Jun know in the spring?
Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms several times, and the sky is strange and the leaves are green.
Sound and sound are always remembering. Wake up in a dream at night!
19, partridge day? Deep thinking "
I don't know each other through the world of yin and yang, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of dreams.
Just smile and wave when you come back, which is often an illusion.
Think of the past, vaguely remember that reunion is actually heartbreaking!
I am ashamed of my filial piety, but I can only write articles to comfort Chu.
20. Seven Laws of Remembering Father (New Voice)
I dreamed of my father and woke up with tears in my face and wet clothes.
Before his death, he was amiable and his ears were always full of heartfelt voices.
Easy-going and wise, frugal and persevering.
If you don't love fame and fortune today, you need diligence tomorrow.
2 1, Memory of Father
It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and it was another year in a blink of an eye.
Sigh that people and things have changed, and shame and guilt are in my heart.
The woman tried to comfort Yan, but things changed.
How can you be indifferent to human feelings? For god's sake, don't worry.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, which is a blessing or a curse.
The world of mortals is rolling in thousands of feet, and there is justice in the world!
22. In memory of my father
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, my thoughts are confused and my feelings are hurt.
Respect for status and kindness make language enough.
Influence the young eagle and dilute the new Peng's vacillation.
Sitting side by side, enjoying together, without expectation, the days are dusty.
This year's festival, empty to the moon, people have lost weight.
Who listens to all kinds of words is sincere and desolate.
Only a few yellow leaves, cold and floating in the wind.
The sky is not old, and people are old.
Borrow the bright moon and bring it to keep out the cold.
23. "Mourn for Father"
Pale yellow soil
Leave your footprints.
A long river beach
Practice your perseverance.
In the dark white area
Show your courage.
Social families care for everyone.
Touch the world
We admire you.
Green and yellow land
Spread your story
Barren sandy saline-alkali land
Have your soft body
Turn the beach into fertile land
There is a bumper harvest message.
Establish a new style and stress justice.
Shock evil forces
Everyone supports you.
24. "Qinyuanchun, Losing Father" (new rhyme)
The bad news suddenly spread, and I was very sad that strict father died.
Look at the clouds, earth-shattering; Hearing the news, both the pine tree and the grass bowed their heads.
Rain covers the green hills, the river whimpers, and children, relatives and friends cry.
Whispering in the sky, sighing that the closest relatives have passed away, and the father's love will never rest.
The mourning hall fainted three feet, remembering his father's voice and face.
Travel all over the north and south with a pair of skillful hands; Exquisite in all directions, accepted by cashier.
Honor parents, teach children and live in harmony with neighbors.
The prestige tree, with high winds in the Ming Dynasty, has been passed down through the ages.
25. "Father, you are my pride."
Father, although you are not with me,
I often think of you,
Your kindness,
Your integrity,
Your sincerity,
Your tolerance,
Your strength ...
It's been infecting me,
No matter how difficult I am,
How wronged you are,
I insist ...
Because I deeply feel that,
When people talk about you,
About you,
A compliment to you,
Your memory ...
Father, do you know?
You are supporting me.
Father, do you know?
As your daughter, I am proud.
I'm satisfied,
Because I can be your daughter in this life.
26. "To Father"
Ah, great father
You are old.
Ah, great father
Your back is hunched
Ah, great father
Your hair is gray.
Ah, great father
Are you still healthy?
As your son,
Keep praying to heaven
Bless you.
As your son,
I miss you all the time.
Miss you
For you,
I am an unfilial son.
Make you angry
Annoy you
Anyway, anyway.
I just want to tell you.
Father: My father is very filial to his children.
Father, my father is a child, and I am helpless.
God, what should I do?
Tell me where to find it.
27. "To My Father"
Father likes to be alone.
With dirt and sweat
work wonders
Then lit his pipe.
Sitting on the ground
I like staring at his back.
Like a stone lion
With ancient desolation.
The back is still straight.
I called him softly.
Arouse a long and heavy history
Father has deep wrinkles on his forehead.
A small exhibition made me forget.
What the teacher taught at school.
I'm glad my father let me near.
But sometimes this heaviness makes me sad.
Father has been a little unhappy recently.
Dry pipes often cough badly.
I don't know how to comfort.
I'm a little tired on my father's forehead.
windfall
Father's back is no longer straight.
turn up
I know my father is really an old man.
I suddenly feel very sad.
Father's sky is still full of smoke.
28. "To Father"
Bed 20 on the eighth floor
Catastrophe fixed space
Father's bony face is white-haired.
The doctor was silent and angels in white was coming step by step.
Facing the snow-white wall, listening to my father's groans.
I'm cold inside
Looking at her husband's busy figure
I remember when I was young.
The only happy tear that flows on my father's back.
I always thought my father was very powerful.
The weak body plate gripped the throat of life.
Now lying in a hospital bed.
It turns out that life can be as light as dirt.
squash
The elevator lights up red again and again.
Lift on and off
Brush through different floors, and people with different expressions come in and out.
I tried to take a deep breath and force the darkness out one by one.
Tell yourself those morbid moans don't belong to me.
Like your father.
As tall and strong as a big tree
Take root deeply
Let the sun overhead exist in name only.
Leave only a humble smile
Watching the younger generation grow up happily.
When the sky dances near the ground.
Dark clouds darken rivers and darken Shan Ye.
Lightning and thunder, you watch anxiously.
Far, far away, through the long expectation, waiting
Continues the infinite attachment to the earth
That was a missed call.
Come back quickly
Don't let my lost heart break
Don't let me find that big tree while enjoying my childhood.
The wind blows through the sun.
Start (a disease)
Come back quickly
Let's watch the rainbow together.
29. "father"
You used to be tall.
So high that I had to stand on tiptoe to look up.
You used to be strong.
Powerful enough to just shrug your waist and shoulders.
100 kilograms of firewood walked briskly in the field.
You know, you make me very proud.
I long to be like you one day.
Now I am as tall as you.
No older than you.
But you are not the same as before.
I have to look down to see your eyes.
I can't stop being sad when I see your bent waist and shoulders.
I don't know when your past and mine have turned around.
I suddenly want to go back to the past.
You are still tall and strong.
And I will always look up and never understand sadness.
30. "father"
Suddenly I thought of my father.
A figure that has long since left us.
I can't remember what he looks like.
His voice was completely forgotten.
Please forgive my unfilial father.
I haven't visited you for a long time.
I really don't want to face such a scene.
It's always a little worrying.
My father sleeps in the grave.
You left in a hurry without warning.
Your tired and short life
It seems just to welcome us.
But I never shed tears for you.
Because you are young and ignorant and don't understand feelings.
Looking back on yesterday is like a dream.
Become a shadow that I will never get rid of.
I've been idling away my time these years.
You must be very disappointed.
I am no longer young today.
I'm getting less and less confident in myself.
When I am lonely, I will look at the stars.
Tell them how I feel.
I think there may be my father there.
Smile and listen to me quietly.
What will your world be like?
Must be pure, beautiful, happy and peaceful.
Poverty and disease will never happen.
There will be no more disasters, arrival
I want to address my father kindly.
You still live in our hearts.
I wonder if you can feel it in heaven.
Distant thoughts are still floating in the wind.
3 1, Father in Memory
( 1)
ear of wheat
Golden wheat awn
Carrying a sleeping father.
Lying in the sunset
The red-hot face is a bit as hot as drunkenness.
The wrinkles are exactly the same, engraved with vicissitudes.
Sleeping well is also happiness.
Although I don't have a son in front of me
The daughter-in-law is not around.
(2)
That year
A cold night
There was no electricity in the room, and the candle was half burned.
The family ate around the table.
You're drunk. You're talking nonsense.
I didn't say anything
Let the cup pour into your mouth.
The heat burned his chest.
Eyes also become hot.
It won't be easy to blow dry the branches outside the window, will it?
Clumsy lips and teeth squeeze out a word
Dad, don't see me off tomorrow morning.
32. In memory of my father
In the highest place in our village.
There is a high ridge.
Halfway up the ridge.
There is a hole in the earth that belongs to my father.
We hoe the ground to keep out the wind and rain.
That's where my father keeps sheep.
Now my father sleeps there quietly.
I have slept for four years.
In these four years,
The whole village happened.
Earth shaking change
Father is very lonely.
Look up at the coke factory overhead.
Plumes of black smoke came out.
Look at the pollution in the village.
Father is very lonely.
Overlooking the coal mine at the foot.
The village was shrouded in thick smoke.
Two streams have long been dried up by tears.
Father is very sad.
Look at the crops all over the mountain.
One by one with drooping heads.
Give a deep sigh
Father is very happy.
Overlooking the new countryside of the neighboring village opposite.
Row after row
New rural climate
On New Year's Day and other festivals
We sisters.
Braving the snow
To worship my father.
Light a cigarette and pour the wine.
Burned a lot of paper money and clothes
Father can no longer smell the smoke.
Father will never taste the smell of wine again.
We still have everything ready for him.
We knelt at his grave.
Place all the sacrifices silently.
My tears quietly flow into lines.
Father's departure
It was my heartache as a teenager.
Have sb. /something. have sb./ sth. daily and nightly in one's thoughts
Be taken into a dream
inch by inch
Still fresh in my mind
Blend between the lines
Ah, my father is a pain that I can't erase all my life.
Here, please allow me to continue to miss my father.
33. "Sitting under the night sky thinking about my father"
Everything was silent.
It's like sleeping in the flowing moonlight.
The starry sky on that hard bed
His quilt
In the flowing body of wheat, my father occasionally lifts it.
The dusty head looked at the clear sky in the distance, Wan Li.
I study in the center of his lost sweat.
How to live
When I grow up, every time I see my father trapped in gold
In the middle of the river, my heart hurts.
I always feel that my father is plowing deep into the earth.
Almost bottomless
My father was shining with metallic luster, like handfuls of years.
The polished sickle undulates my sight in the field.
I know that there is a posture that will become
Human belief
34. Longing for my feelings
On the plain, a huge porcelain bowl was arranged in turn.
One relative after another in the breeze.
Who are you hiding from singing for?
Footprint and vastness
In fact, beauty is a dagger polished by poetry.
Writing is a failure.
And the back of the past flies to the end of the world.
Years of careful collection
Yes, life is just a tortuous road.
The rhyme of some tears notes has never been
Makes me feel happy. I have been repeatedly passed away.
Write as much as you like.
Perhaps the brightest happiness is deep pain.
It's just that history shines in the dark.
Write a person's inner desire.
God of fertility
35. I miss my father's hand
Father has a pair of rough big hands.
I often think of it.
Miss my father's hand
I just remembered.
The pain of childbirth
Sweet harvest
Father has a pair of hardworking big hands.
I often think of it.
Miss my father's hand
I just remembered.
That crystal sweat
The smell of crops
Miss my father's hand
Like the blue sky.
36. "The Missing Father"
Touch your name along the lines of the stone tablet.
And stormy days.
Polish everything into a desolate mark
Inch by inch engraved with the trajectory of life.
Absinthe is reborn in the years of washing.
Cigarettes are lit on your grave at the moment.
Exhausted gradually
And your arched back
On my knee.
As great as a mountain
Father, your thick hair stands upright.
China people's faces are always clean.
The hand that fell on my head was soft and warm.
I grew up in your hearty laughter.
Grow in memory
You run between the farmland and mine.
Use an old gray canvas bag.
A shallow collection of elegant years
Then support the warmth and happiness of a home.
Night when food and wine are burned out during the busy farming season.
You come and go in a hurry.
Harvest rice at a depth of 800 meters.
Then in the middle of the rice field
Sleep with a piece of ore on your pillow
Pneumatic drill and hoe
You can't leave anything behind.
The days went by, and then
Face suddenly changed.
1992 Tomb-Sweeping Day, you suddenly collapsed.
We were caught off guard.
Work-study life
Come to a screeching halt
Father's 48 years of life
Be suddenly swallowed up by disease
From now on, mines and rice fields
Stop running
The only thing that matters to you.
There is only wormwood on the red mountain.
Absinthe grows wild.
At your grave.
Turn my idea into
Tomb-Sweeping Day heartbroken rain
In the flowing years.
Always remember what you look like.