A short poem praising father's love 1 father's love
Like the sunshine in June
Warm and brilliant
paternal love
Such as mountains on the plateau.
Strong and sturdy
paternal love
Like a mountain spring.
Deep and sweet
paternal love
Like an umbrella in June.
Don't get wet in the rain
paternal love
Like the cornerstone under your feet.
Be sure to be safe.
paternal love
Like a bright lamp
Bright and warm
paternal love
Like the spring rain.
Fresh and quiet.
paternal love
Such as spiritual support.
Huge and powerful
A short poem praising father's love
Is the first teacher in our life.
father
When we learn to walk, it is a pair of hands that help us.
father
When we set sail, the wind was strong.
father
It was our flapping wings when we took off.
in fact
I'd rather say
Father is actually a tree.
towering trees
In an empty life
fearless
insist on
Every leaf is intertwined with the most beautiful love.
Every leaf is intertwined with the deepest feelings.
Because father
We have a windbreak.
Because father
We have a shelter from the rain.
The wrinkles are engraved with the rings of love.
White hair hides deep love.
Give us glory
Give us sweetness
Give us a warm home.
He watered the blossom of our success with his youth.
He supported our glory with his life.
A short poem praising father's love 3. Write with a hoe.
Making paper with buildings
Father is in every
In the days of going out early and returning late.
By the bright light of the scorching sun
Sweat writing
Poetry of life
In normal and even years.
There are no flowery words.
In a busy life
No ups and downs.
It can be on your crumpled title page
I understand the weight of life.
Sitting on a summer branch
Listen to the growth of leaves
When cicadas' cries gather in their ears
I seem to see my father again.
Bend your body into a sickle.
A wave of wheat that extends into May.
This is the only time.
I can see your bright smile.
On the sweaty cheeks
Full of sweet hope
The old pagoda tree in the yard
This is a place where you can enjoy the cool.
On the curled tobacco bag.
How many years of sadness are burning?
The straw hat with the dividing line.
It still retains your salty taste.
And expectations for children.
The birds in the tree have flown away.
The empty nest where your eyes are falling.
But there are no birds to live in.
Fly away, fly away.
My hero, don't hold his father's shoulder.
All your efforts
Is to let children fly high in the sky.
How many times does the star turn to the bucket?
How many winters come and go?
A father is like a dog.
A never-ending clock
The vicissitudes of the four seasons
Come naked like this.
Walking naked like this again.
When the biting cold wind
Blow out your last light
All the lamentations have become descendants.
Unquenchable sadness
Now I'm a father, too
I can only remember my father's eyes.
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Tears full of memories and gratitude.
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A short poem praising father's love 4. Fatherly love is silent.
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Father likes quiet.
Ride from a distance
It was riding from the snowy grassland of 800 kilometers.
Blood sausage sheep hoof skin
The victory of carrying back 20 Jin of subsidized grain.
There are still three days and three nights of tired bones and muscles
Father likes quiet.
Dark shadows under the scorching sun
With bean-sized sweat drops.
Scrub with a towel.
This seems to be the ownership of a bronze statue.
To satisfy the hunger of his wife and children.
Father likes quiet.
The fire in the club yard started.
A field full of fireworks.
You are the first person to be thrown into the fire.
Don't shout
The only problem
Is to minimize the loss of the granary
That's the family spirit passed down from generation to generation.
Father likes quiet.
Grandpa Chen Er's death at the entrance to the village.
You take the lead in taking care of the affairs of lonely old people.
Lead the whole village to worship.
Let the elderly who have no children or daughters under their knees
There is a comfort in trouble.
Father likes quiet.
I was bitten by a dog.
How self-destructive I was.
You've always been silent.
Finally spoke
You said:
University is not the only one.
In dad's eyes, you will always be the first.
Believe in your potential.
Father likes quiet.
It was my father who silently held my hand.
Walk in the wind and rain
It was my father who silently held me in his arms.
Often let me sit on my shoulders.
Now I live in a tall building in the city.
The thought of my elderly father
Often in tears.