A prose poem about praising my father: Father, I hold the moonlight and let go of my deep thoughts.
Send away my father waiting in my hometown.
Moonlight slides down your fingertips and flicks your fingers.
The ancient moonlight melody praises human flesh and blood.
My father wrote me a hymn of green life.
My father created a warm home for my soul.
My father lit up a bright future for me.
My father has tasted all the vicissitudes of life for me.
My father has been carrying my back since yesterday.
I sit on my father's shoulder and enjoy spring, summer, autumn and winter.
My father gave me full of blood and courage.
I moored in my father's harbor and explored the stars.
The silk thread in your hand supports the ups and downs of mountains and rivers.
Your kind eyes tell an ancient legend.
Your smile lit the incense of my pilgrimage.
Your running figure shows a man's true nature.
You condensed this belief into heroic steel.
Made an immortal promise of human fatherly love.
Lightning soared into the sky and jumped into the eagle.
The rising sun shines, and my father loves the earth forever.
The child went to Xi and lamented that the mountains and rivers were far away.
When I miss my children, a letter from home travels thousands of miles.
Looking forward to the children returning to a bag of stuffy smoke.
Half a pot of old wine invites the bright moon to relieve homesickness.
Strict father loving mother, who loves from his father's tenderness?
Father's love is like wine, and the fragrance of the four seasons floats in children's hearts.
The affection between father and son is beyond the touch of heaven and earth.
Fathers in the world always love their children.
The father has stood beside the child like a mountain.
The children are at a loss to pick spring seeds and autumn harvest.
My father is a child climbing a ladder and a rickshaw driver.
Wherever you go, children are willing to share your troubles with you.
The old man once described the fragrance of grassland like this.
Malanhua praised his father's love, and the fragrance floated through the ages.
The grassland is singing parents' wishes.
Bless the wandering children to find their way home.
Don't say that men don't flick when they have tears
But no matter how hard and tired you are, you can't open your mouth.
It is said that it is not a crime for men to cry.
But your tears will only flow to your heart.
Don't shake hands and ask the truth.
The road is long and the wind is rustling.
My dearest good father
I admire and love the people most.
Can you receive ideas from children?
Kindness is like the sun and the moon, and children will always remember it in their hearts.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
I beg you to be my father in your next life.
At the top of the mountain, I held my head high and drank the wind with open arms.
I heard my father's affectionate call in the distance.
I will wait for you to come back, my child.
My love will last forever, and my heart will love forever.
Father loves mountains, and blood is thicker than water.
* * * The mountains are high and the water is far away.
Father's love lasts forever between heaven and earth.
Pass on a song forever.
I am also a father and a child.
May all parents in the world
Healthy and safe spring and autumn
Join hands to welcome the sunset.
Essay 2 praising my father: My father fought for survival with heavy bags on his back.
Digging and ploughing, Tian Tou enjoys it.
In a strict church, eyebrows dance with swords,
Sweating towel on the way to seek medical treatment.
The complex neighborhood relationship is as deep as the sea.
A harmonious family is like a guest.
When my brother and sister are studying,
No money to meet a bosom friend.
Essay praising father: Father, the sun has been setting for a long time.
You just came back with a hoe.
a few years ago
You are the master.
And a father.
I am young and selfish.
You wrote it in a book you can't understand.
You are glad to let me carry these bags.
Go out for a long journey
A few years later
You are still the master.
I became a father, too
I found your bitterness in the gobbledygook
However, I always can't remember.
That era was prone to high tide.
I dare not think.
I even forgot you for a while.
With your crops.
at present
I don't know why.
I often look at it inexplicably.
An eight-month-old daughter
Choked out her name.
Prose poem about praising father: Father has forgotten what year it is.
In the safe and warm arms of my father, I cried my eyes red.
I have forgotten what year it was.
When I can't walk well, my father's strong hand holds me tightly.
I have forgotten what year it was.
Put on my father's Zhongshan suit, all the way to the skirt of my foot.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father left a gentle kiss on my cheek.
I have forgotten what year it was.
Holding my father's neck in pettish and refusing to relax.
I have forgotten what year it was.
Put the meat that you don't like in the rice into dad's bowl blatantly.
I have forgotten what year it was.
The yard echoed with the sound of father reading? a，o，e？ The voice of
I have forgotten what year it was.
Holding his father's hand in a panic, he shuttled through the crowded crowd in the street.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father and I are taking care of a man named. Little poplar? Life.
I have forgotten what year it was.
When my mother was ill, my father made me a sandwich cake.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father came back from sunset and held me waiting at the door above him.
I have forgotten what year it was.
Lai refused to ride his father's bike on the steep mountain road.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father and I played a game of chess, saying which was the gun and which was the soldier.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father was sweating like rain in the hot sun.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father shed tears because of my frustration and despair in life.
I have forgotten what year it was.
Father's distressed and ashamed expression, because he broke my hand in frustration.
I have forgotten what year it was.
My father chatted with me late into the night until dawn.
but
What time?
Father's black hair is gray.
What time?
Father's solid back is bent.
What time?
The wrinkles on father's forehead deepened.
What time?
Father's trance-like eyes were exhausted.
What time?
Father no longer plays with a group of children.
What time?
It is no longer easy for father to pull a car.
What time?
I am almost as tall as my father.
?
What time?
When did this happen?
How could I not know at all?
God, please let me go this way again.
With my understanding, my smiling face and my singing.
Let father's change not be so hasty.
But but how is that possible?
I have been thinking about...
I am a sinner.
But, father.
Great father
He accepted everything with a smile.
With the heart of his sea and the soul of his mountain.
Silently tolerate everything.
This mountain of grace
How can I repay you?
These proofs of love