Modern poems in memory of my father

Father refers to the spouse of a woman of the previous generation who is directly descended from a person, and is colloquially called "dad". Let’s take a look at the following introduction to modern poems about remembering my father. Part 1 of modern poems in memory of my father: "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

Is your body still strong?

As your son

Pray to heaven all the time

to bless you

As your son

I miss you all the time

Miss you

For you

I am an unfilial son

Make you angry

Annoying you

No matter what, no matter what

I just want to say to you

Father, my father,

As a child, I have to fulfill my duty of filial piety

Father, my father,

As a child, I am very helpless!

Oh my God, what should I do?

Tell me where I'm looking.

Part 2 of modern poems in memory of my father: "Father"

You were once so tall

So tall that I had to stand on tiptoes to look up

You were once so powerful< /p>

So strong that with just a slight shrug of the waist and shoulders

More than a hundred kilograms of firewood can walk briskly on the side of the field

...

Do you know? You make me extremely proud

I really long to be like you one day

Now, I am as tall as you were then

No, than you were then More majestic

But you are no longer as bold as before

So small that I have to look down to see your eyes

So small that I can see you The stooped waist and shoulders can’t help but feel sad

Your past and my present have changed without knowing when

Suddenly I really want to go back to the past

You are still tall and majestic as a mountain

And I will always look up to you and never know how sad I am to miss my father. Modern Poetry Part 3: "Father"

I hate your bent waist< /p>

Your hunched back

Make your children always ashamed

I hate your gray hair

Withered face< /p>

Let your children cry non-stop

I hate you so much, your body has been stretched by your children

I hate you so much, your body has been bullied by the years.

I hate you so much, your soul tortured by life

My father

I hate you for making me learn to shed tears so early.

I hate you for making me learn to be sad and regret so early

My Father

I hate your weak mercy

I will dig out my heart without hesitation Take out your lungs

It made me understand prematurely what it means to open your heart