Always so tall.
You have propped up a home with generous shoulders.
In front of us
You have never said a word complaining about your hard work.
father
If I hadn't looked at your white hair carefully
And more and more curved and deformed scapula.
How should I know?
Strong you.
It's long gone
When you were still fighting for us.
Tears have appeared in my heart.
Looking at your slender back beam
Arms can no longer be straight and bent.
I just understand.
So you get older as you get older.
You've never rested in your life.
How sad my heart is.
May time pass slowly.
So I can spend more time with you.
Make you a pot of good tea.
My father's modern poems 2. He picked up the wheat sheaves.
Walk slowly to the flatbed.
Sweat on the cheeks
Keep flowing downwards.
Moist cuckoo calls
Cough incessantly
This often makes him stiff.
He tried to control it.
That heartbreaking voice
In case it gets out.
That low old house
His face is getting old.
Deep wrinkles.
Like a tree root all day.
The tight rope tugged at mother.
last words
My Father Modern Poetry 3 Father
You embody the simplicity and hard work of the Chinese nation.
Although you are ugly.
But amiable.
What a kind old man you are.
Not a singer
So I don't know how to praise you
-My father.
I am not a poet.
So there is no gorgeous vocabulary to do a chapter.
Describe you vividly.
But I can write to you in the most honest language.
-My father.
I'm not a painter.
So it won't be covered with colors.
Decorate you perfectly.
But I will use my sincerity to describe you.
-My father.
I am not a sculptor.
So you won't carve a realistic mold.
Imitate you realistically
But I will use my memory to carve your bits and pieces-
Vaguely remember
Whenever night falls,
Our family listened to your story around the stove.
Although there is no vivid speech telling stories.
A song can't be sung or tuned.
But that was the happiest time of my childhood.
Vaguely remember
You are holding a straw rope and fiddling with your calloused hands.
Can weave all kinds of lifelike animals.
Although not as fashionable and beautiful as those bought in the mall.
But that cheap little animal has become the most precious toy in our childhood.
Vaguely remember
I brought a small bamboo basket that you knitted specially for me.
Run to the village to show off.
Look at the envious eyes of the children.
That was the proudest moment of my childhood.
Vaguely remember
The pear tree in front of our house.
Only a few rare fruits are produced every year.
You always send us sweet and delicious pears at the first time.
Look at us eating with relish.
There was a gratified smile on his face.
When we ask you to try it, too
You always run away.
-Children's food and adult medicine
Eating it will sour your teeth.
I want to know.
I can't fully understand what my father said.
I'll understand when I grow up.
-That's love.
A kind of selfless love
The truest and most mellow love in the world.
A kind of boundless love.
Dear and honorable father
How can I repay you-
at present
The vicissitudes of time have mercilessly covered your sallow face.
The children left you one by one.
No one can calm down and listen to your story again.
No one will be intoxicated by your knitting technology any more.
Only loneliness accompanies you.
Your figure is still busy.
It's just that I have lost my former greatness.
Your faltering steps
How much bitterness did you silently tell?
What about you?
Or use a thin body to shelter the children from the wind and rain.
My dear father.
You will be so lonely for the rest of your life.
When can I stop you?
Let me wash your feet.
Wash away all your fatigue and hard work.
Wash out your happiness and happiness.
Let me light the fire of life to warm you.
Light up the rest of your life—
When my father's modern poem was written four hours ago,
I snuggled up to your chest,
Your strong muscles.
You always prick my beard,
Always makes me happy.
My little hand holds your big hand,
Walking on the road.
When I grow up,
You and I have nothing to say,
Do we have a generation gap?
Now you are white.
Your back,
Just so thin.
Your hand,
The veins stood out.
Looking at you,
I want to stop talking.
I held back,
Secretly shed tears
My father,
You are always worried.
Just because I'm your child,
Your eternal pride.
My father's modern poems When I was five years old, my father was Gudi.
In charge of wind and rain
Do you like perfume?
When there is a gap in the dam.
Beat his son's tears
Suffering from my father's heart injury
When I grow up, my father is a powerful granary.
Condensed sweat
Food supply and output
The granary also has a bad harvest.
Dig out my father's pride
Cure my son's eye pain.
Later, my father was a broad school.
Ruin the children's lives
Build a pillar for the next generation
Schools sometimes fail.
Soothe a broken heart.
Began a new voyage.
Now, my father is a helpless lamb
Licking the strangeness of the city
Indulge in the study of rural areas
Lambs are sometimes strong.
Forgot the ladder of years
It sounded the childhood dream.
My father's modern poem 6 reminds me of my father-
My heart is crying silently,
How much confidence have you given us in life?
But the disease still made you leave us.
I hate being held by you when I was a child.
Hard beard often makes me scream loudly;
You and your mother have been arguing in hard times.
You don't earn much money, but you are the pride of the whole family.
You always have big bags and small bags during the Spring Festival.
We can't give in to cheap food;
No matter how hard the days are, you never bow your head.
No matter how tired you work, you are also laughing at fate.
Brothers and sisters dropped out of school one after another,
Drop out of school just to solve the problem of food and clothing;
Gradually, we grow up day by day.
You're driving us to get married again.
Seeing that the days are getting better day by day, children and grandchildren are full.
You are too sick to get out of bed;
However, life goes on day by day.
You said you would stay with your mother and then leave quietly.
We can grow up,
How much my father has suffered;
We are ashamed of your support.
When I think of you, I will cry silently.
Father, forgive your unfilial children. ...
We know that you have been refusing to sigh and tears;
Yours is as good as a mountain, and we can only apologize.
If there is an afterlife, father-
We will still be your children in the next life;
We will never forget to go home for fun again.
I won't make you angry again because I catch fish in the river.
My father's modern poem: the prospect of the village entrance
The sound of opening the door
Wait in the dark house.
It's not without light
Because the light is in the hearts of children.
Waiting for years.
Time for children
Break through the cold
Welcome the flowers in spring.
Everything is green.
But his calloused hands are rough and dry.
But stroking the bare heatable adobe sleeping platform a thousand times.
Plant flowers and plants on the children's way.
There is an expectation in the hazy eyes.
That's the smell of budding coming from the door.
The plants in the yard are still growing.
This is the watering of old tears.
Or a person's footsteps chasing?
Everything that should be green is green.
But it shouldn't be white.
But full of sideburns
Who is he?
This is the plate on which we rode when we were young.
It is a plow that we cultivate when we grow up.
This is our childhood wallet.
Or our inner peace now?
Father's modern poems 8 praise his father's poems.
Each has its own scenery.
Characters in lonely love
Full of warmth.
There is love in severity.
Strong and sturdy
insist on
It is a towering tree in our childhood.
It's the mountain when we grow up.
Dear father
Daughter admires your literary talent.
I admire your excellent vision.
Although I have only been in an ordinary post all my life.
But in my heart,
Your talent, your ability
Has led thousands of troops.
Dear father
You were my childhood hero.
It is also my spiritual pillar when I am an adult.
You always give advice to children when they have problems.
Every time it's because of the power of your words.
Let's cross the heart again and again.
Dear father
Because of your subtle influence
Children also have strong personalities.
Face all the ups and downs calmly.
Self-esteem, self-reliance and self-confidence
Live with gratitude.
Dear father
Daughter, don't worry anymore.
I just want to go home with you often.
I hope you are happy and healthy.
Quietly listening to you talk about that beautiful youth.
Here comes the candy. Here comes the candy.
This family is so warm.
My father's modern poem 9 Cool under the night sky
Who is aphasia in the night sky? Obey the coolness of autumn night
Time abandoned us easily.
Life is huge and continues to flow to us.
What is so quiet? Actually, I've been repeating an action.
Dig your own behavior in silence
Loneliness comes from hiding in your heart again and again.
Singing is the echo of emotion.
People who stand under the night sky can't help being sad.
Like a lamb, he met the man with a cold knife in the middle of the night
He stubbornly wants to dig more warmth from life.
diving
We are full of confusion about the future.
There is a noise that has been eager to completely empty us.
Inner sadness goes deep into September.
I can't go back in August, and I can't go back.
Slowly sink into the night.
Intermittent memories, intermittent sadness
A person's body is extremely tired, tonight.
All the tiny sounds reverberate in our bodies.
The silence of all things
Diving quietly in the depths of life, diving
To my father: I am your only comfort.
I have kept you in my heart for so many years.
You are far away, your scapulohumeral periarthritis, arthritis.
Tear your strength, tear your pain.
You slowly lost the power you were proud of.
Father, you work in Shanghai.
There is too much hardship, pain and suffering.
You keep refusing to mention it to me.
You've been suffering silently.
You carry these by yourself.
You didn't show me your inner weakness.
Father, you have been busy all your life, and you are always poor.
I may be your only savings in your life.
The only savings that can comfort you
My father's modern poem 10 I lit it silently.
A cigarette late at night
It is the kind of old drought that my father likes to smoke.
Smoke drifted slowly in my meditation.
I'm in the smoke
I saw my father's face deeply engraved by the knife of time.
And a strong and tough body.
And those hands that I will never understand are like iron tongs.
Although life in our family used to be very difficult.
Do not bend your spine.
You used it to stir up countless burdens.
Give the children a happy today.
How can we repay you?
Make you laugh when you're not laughing.
When the seasons change
I bought you some brand-name clothes.
But you always hide it in the closet.
Reluctant to wear
Your frugal character
It hasn't changed.
When I eat,
You always make me eat more.
When I go to work,
You always tell me never to be late.
When I was on a business trip
Your heart is always gone.
When I was sick
You always pay attention to it day and night.
When I succeed,
You always encourage others at the right time.
When I'm sad
You always give me comfort. ...
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Oh, father
How I want to kiss your weather-beaten face gently.
How I want to pour a pot of old wine for you at your table.
How I want to go back to my childhood and jump into your broad mind.
I want to go back to my childhood and give you a naughty attachment.