Introduction: Father's love is implicit and deep. Ladu's affectionate love will not be revealed easily, but he only silently hopes for his child's future in his heart. The following is a hymn praising the great father's love. You are welcome to appreciate it. Chapter 1: A poem praising the great father’s love
Father,
is a majestic mountain,
lifts me up with his solid and majestic body.
Father,
is a long ladder to the sky,
uses his height to help me climb to the top of my dreams.
Father,
is a gurgling river,
filling me with his lifelong blood to thrive.
Father,
is a green poplar,
uses his green shade to shield me from the wind and rain in life. Chapter 2: Poems praising the great father’s love
They all say that wind can crack stones;
They all say that rain can rust steel;
Talking about the years can bend your spine.
Only your will,
is indomitable and unchangeable.
It brings about the weight of the whole family’s life.
What challenges the limits of human beings?
Let a thin flesh and blood body carry a thousand kilograms of steel?
Is it to let the child escape from the father's love?
What makes a father’s back bent by the hardships of life,
but straightens the backbone of his children?
It is the earnest hope that his children will have a bright future. Father's love
What makes a serious father smile happily in front of a letter,
A text message?
It is for someone working thousands of miles away. The father's love for his children
What makes the father bring out the old wine that he is reluctant to part with at the New Year's Eve dinner?
It is the father's love that longs to be reunited with his children.
Chapter 3: Poems praising the great father's love
Father's love is speechless
Who uses his strong arms to hold up an innocent sky for me
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No wind
No rain
Who gave me the wings to soar
Fighting in the sky
And I always
I can’t fly out of those caring eyes
There is no looking back
I am flying
Flying is my wish
A cough from the middle of the night
Awakened my sober mind
And the eyes that used to be indifferent to everything
I heard the sound of muscles degenerating
I heard the sound of wrinkles blooming wantonly
I heard the lamentation of black hair falling off
At this moment I cried
Not out of sadness
Just for the ignorance I once had Chapter 4: A poem praising the great father’s love
Father’s love
Yes The slap on the back of the head
It doesn’t hurt
I don’t know
Does it hurt my father?
Maybe it hurts in my father’s heart
Pretend to be calm
Just don’t show any expression
Fatherly love
It’s nagging
It’s teaching me how to behave Take the right path
Father's love
It is a red-faced argument
The argument is mixed with the choking smell of low-quality tobacco
Later Only then did I realize that
I was afraid of falling when I was walking alone
Father's love
It was sitting on the back of my father's bicycle
Facing the cold wind Travel
Straighten the curved spine
Straighten again
Strive to give me the biggest safe haven behind me
Father's love
p>It is the soil in the shoe nest after spring plowing
It is the straw hat in summer
It is my knowing smile after working hard
It is also In winter
Hold your head
Put your hands in your sleeves
Bend your waist
Walk in a hurry