Modern Poetry: Father 1 Father, are you all right?
The shoulder is tired. Does it still hurt?
Your spine carries the years,
Is it still straight?
Father, your hair has turned to snow,
Are there many wrinkles around your cheeks?
I remember when I was a child, I leaned on your back,
Count your steps gently, over mountains and mountains.
Now, you're in the sun,
The shadow is long, but very old.
Father, I have recalled countless times the scene of sleeping beside you when I was a child.
Your big hand, patting my back,
Let me enter the fragrance of dreams.
Now, I am also a father,
I realized how much you loved me then.
Father, you always smile every time I come home.
Ask about all kinds of trivial things in life.
I go home less and less now.
Seeing you watching me walk away, my eyes filled with tears.
I don't know when you started to be afraid that I would never come back,
Can't see me, can't see you.
Standing in the distance, in the sun,
The shadow is long, but very old.
Father, I am more and more like you.
The difference is that you are in the front and I am in the back.
Father, the west wind is coming and the autumn rain is coming.
A rain in Mao Mao,
Moisten my confused eyes.
Modern Poetry: Father 2 (1)
Legend is a totem in the depths of the soul.
Memory nursing
Play with you at night
Stroll in
Between spring and autumn
Every night, after I fall asleep.
There is always a bright lamp beside the bed.
Advice always comes from all the time.
Like a trickle
As sweet as a piano.
After that, you told me
Between Cangshan.
There are large pieces of flowers.
jing!ji!zhi!lu!
Climb over the valley and climb the boulder of dreams.
You can taste sweet fruit wine.
Immersed in thinking.
(2)
You have no day and night.
Tighten the line in your palm.
I can't take my eyes off me.
You tell me, watch me dance.
The thread in your hand is too loose and tight.
Won't let me fly
Supreme and far-reaching
This line is connected with life.
I'm afraid of them and the passage of time.
You'll let go of your hand.
Tell me this is reincarnation.
But in the late autumn when the wheat waves fluctuate, who
Larks fly high in the sky.
Go to the vast ocean to find sailing.
The sails shuttled back and forth, and the noise was endless.
Who will accompany me forward?
(3)
You always talk to yourself.
in the fall
When I grow up, on the cilia of wheat
You can see the fibers of life.
Never stop.
I finally understand.
That's why you're here
You extended your life.
Like a rope
It is so slender that it rings day and night.
Encourage day and night
In the long river of time
Go straight ahead, clank.
Keep walking.
(4)
No, you seem destined.
Is a slave worker assigned to take care of Chin.
No, winding the piano is a chore.
Therefore, you suffer ten thousand times more than hard labor.
Is that string tuned?
You told me to stare at the piano and the strings.
Distinguish the sounds they make
Contrast heart sound
People always rely on themselves first.
Tighten the heartstrings
Modern Poetry: Father 3 Father's Voice
It is as beautiful as running water.
Beating my young heart
Gave me the rain of life.
Father's voice
As firm as thunder
Shake my heart.
Let me understand the rigidity of being a man
Father's voice
As hot as the sun.
Warm my heart.
Let me understand the affection.
Father's voice
Rushing like the sea.
Expanded my thinking.
Let me be a man.
Modern Poetry: Father 4 leaves on the last day.
Grandfather gave up and went home.
Need warm care most.
In the cold eyes of others
Father buried the tombstone with gentle hands.
At the age of eleven, I just understood the value of fatherly love.
I just want to take off under the protection of my father.
So you're an orphan.
Your memory is grandma's helpless sigh.
Four hungry sisters.
Father, I can't explore your feelings.
In today's words.
Your thin shoulders support the unchanging blood of the old house.
Today I just look into your muddy eyes.
Without a trace of timidity and regret.
Single family life
Endure is warm, but also helpless.
Someone robbed it on New Year's Eve.
Your calloused hands shook me.
No begging, no tears
How many times have you passed out? I only appeared in my dreams.
Your sad wail will haunt me all my life.
That's it. You keep a low profile.
Whether it's abuse in person or slander behind your back.
You bite your teeth and live.
The call of children's voice is the most beautiful in your memory.
70 years later, you stopped talking about the contemptuous eyes of your former neighbors.
You let a warm smile melt people's hearts.
Seventy years later, you no longer hate the hardships of the times.
You warned me like a wise man who has gone through a lot of hardships.
When is revenge?
The human heart is actually very good.
Modern Poetry: Looking at Father's Five Villages
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?
Modern poetry: father 6 father, has been buried in the cemetery.
With all the relatives gone, the music faded.
My father sleeps in the cemetery and smokes at his feet.
He is covered in dirt.
Paper money jumped in the firelight.
Fireworks wailed in the air.
Tears drew two long lines on my cheek.
Father likes agriculture.
He knows how to plow, sow, weed and harvest.
Know how to lift their shells with windmills.
Know how to draw wrinkles on it with a rake.
Life and death of crops
Father knows better than anyone.
Father has fallen asleep in the cemetery.
Smoking on your feet
The loess underground is also smoking.
Father is covered in mud.
Neither father nor land spoke.
I quite understand.
My father will be covered with weeds next year.
Maybe, by then.
Father's illness and life and death
No one knows the weeds better than him.
Modern Poetry: Father 7 Look at your portrait again.
The wrinkles on your face are twisted into a poem.
Call my thoughts
Let time to go back quietly.
How many years?
You are my tile.
Protect me from the wind and rain and make me happy.
Deep love flows to me selflessly.
Like a winding river
You are my sun that shines on the earth and my home.
My days are green because of this.
You are an immortal lighthouse, and my sampan will always dock with you.
But now I only have sad thoughts.
How should I hobble through the rest of my life?
Time has taken everything away from me.
Time also becomes slow.
My sampan is ups and downs, so I'm tired.
My lighthouse, my father
perhaps
This life is destined that you can only accompany me for a while.
You let go of the years without you.
My poems are full of suffering.
Modern Poetry: Father, Son, When Learning Language
One of my father's palms.
I hold my son's little feet.
Hold your son high and turn around.
Spinning dry Kun and happiness.
Aroused pride and dreams
When my son was young,
Love your children very much.
In the eyes of his son, his father is a towering tree.
Take the responsibility of sheltering the whole family
A father is a mountain in his son's heart.
Carrying the ardent hopes of children.
When a son is covered in blood
Full of youthful edges and corners
Father's exhortation is like clouds floating in the clear sky.
Forcibly strip off the frivolous and impetuous coat
Teach him to be cautious in reality.
It just adds a lot of unwillingness and melancholy.
After several ups and downs.
The heart of exile is becoming more and more stable.
Suddenly find
Father is like a wise man.
That boring reminder contains a lot of philosophy.
Gave himself endless enlightenment and endless spiritual food.
When my son is in high spirits.
Father's admiring eyes are full of pride.
Counting the stars in my mind, looking forward to the moment of reunion.
Enjoy family happiness.
Then collect loneliness and thoughts.
Sneak into my son's mountaineering bag
When vicissitudes of life are wrinkled
When the years dye white sideburns
My son finally remembered to let his mind go home.
Stop in the harbor of childhood
At this moment, I suddenly found out.
Father's old body and dementia
My son has gone home.
Father set out.
Enter another cycle of his life.
Still staring at his son in heaven
Looks like a father in a box.
My son couldn't help crying.
Modern Poetry: Father 9 Our Dear Father
How are you doing in heaven?
I will stay in your memory forever.
That early morning in April
I remember your swollen face.
Remember the choking whisper in your throat?
That language can no longer distinguish your expression.
In that sad spring
In April, just a few days after Qingming,
Your young life ended in that loneliness.
A sad morning
The end is when everything begins to grow.
Xia Guang is a vibrant morning.
Father is gone.
Nothing can
I'll miss it a little.
After all these years, your child
You can only recall your face with your first memory.
Do you want us to forget you forever?
Never forget you didn't raise us.
But my dear father
Travel around the world
trek/trudge across mountains and rivers
We all have your blood on us.
Even if you are in heaven forever.
We are on the earth.
I believe we will finally meet one day.
I believe we finally have a moment of reunion.
Can you still recognize me?
I can recognize you at a glance.
Because nothing can change the fact that we are your children.
Modern Poetry: Father in a Foreign Land 10
In those melancholy years
Father is another sea where I arrived.
Time and sunshine
Slowly crystallize into salt at the bottom of my heart
Smash all imagination
My father brought me spring and autumn.
With the clouds and breeze in my hometown
Polishing my youth and dreams.
Thin slope in the eyes of memory.
Since then, it has filled the granary of my life.
Corn, millet, soybean and sorghum
And the flame that my father used to light easily.
How kind it is to cross the fleeting time.
The sun that often beats down.
A boat was floating in the heavy rain.
I can't forget my father.
Father, you are in a metaphor.
Planting ballads in the deepest way
For that green meadow.
Even tired of the sun, moon and stars.
Now in retrospect
The way you plow.
Hotan's simple and charming nap
It's poems and paintings that I can't finish painting in my life.
father
When you become my distance again.
I only have the same watch.
Except for the blessings and thoughts that rise every day.
And nothing will dry it up.
Because you left Na Pianhai.
Has been rippling in my life.
Modern Poetry: Father 1 1 pea sweet twist smart
In a hurry to buy it for me?
Shame, shame, shame
Spend time crawling around your stomach.
Uh, honey, you big face.
Brush and weave dreams
Tease crickets and butterflies
-Too busy
The green bristlegrass is wearing a big round hat.
Dragonflies sing lotus notes softly.
Small tail barks like a dog.
There is no end to Wang Wang Wu.
Don't run, be quiet, okay?
I always don't listen to you and make you look ugly.
I twisted my foot and flashed my waist.
The forehead was burned into an ancient wall.
It's violet
Bend your spine hard.
Insomnia cricket
Cry a cold and silent frost
Every day and night, I parted a hand and waved it gently.
In 30 years, mountains and seas have moved lightly.
I've been traveling light for 20 years.
The moon sends you a muddy shadow.
Green bristlegrass hat
Dragonflies circled around the swallow.
Broad beans make soup, sesame heads rise.
Sorghum put on his new clothes, and the lamb knelt down gratefully.
Modern Poetry: How many years have father 12 passed before my eyes?
There is always a snowman trembling:
Snowmen control their own destiny.
Swing in the snow in the country
The snow stung my eyes.
In an instant, the snowman rolled down the snow ditch.
I flapped my wings for the first time.
Flying snow ditch "salvage" snowman ashore
I support my stiff body with my body.
Wipe the ice and snow off your body.
At this time, I saw it clearly.
The snowman turned out to be my father;
Small and exquisite, can't stand the snowy north wind-
He thought I was in high school in the county.
There will be no meal tickets tomorrow.
At this time, my father came by bike from the countryside.
Still lying in the snow ditch
A flour bag of more than 100 Jin
It's the same color as snow.
Modern Poetry: Father when Bicycle Bell Rings 13.
Immediately flew out of the bird line.
Grab the skirt
Have a piece of candy.
Joy suddenly welled up in my heart.
The whole courtyard and village hills
Come and go in a hurry
Childhood memories locked in the house
It's hard to find the image of my father.
Eat only rice and sugar
Wear flowered clothes
Feel the light of fatherly love
I spend the longest time at home on New Year's Day.
Listen to the story in a circle
It became a beautiful movement.
Planting flowers and vegetables, stripping and building walls
Raise chickens, cattle, rabbits and sheep.
This tree has been strong since childhood.
Always put down your luggage and wipe your sweat.
Just carry a hoe and go straight to Xigang.
Always put down the shelf, the car is loaded.
Go to Nanjing and carry two barrels of starlight.
Always holding tea in one hand and onions and ginger in the other.
Drive away disease and pain for children
Hard-working, you are self-reliant.
Selfless and fearless, your moral resistance
For the people, you shoulder all directions.
You are tolerant and patient with the people you love.
You have a warm embrace.
You have the chest of the sea
You have to do business when you are old.
Reading books and newspapers never depends on the light of glasses.
The abacus says hello and sends someone to get the pen.
Be modest and be tough.
You are my respectable and lovely father.
You are the eternal sun in your heart.
Modern Poetry: Father 14 Releasing Half-curved Moonlight
Open that old bottle of wine again.
Under the deep spring
My father's majestic shadow appeared.
Can't restore the dull days.
The end of the landscape
Only your thin and lonely shadow
I am on this side of the landscape.
Continue my father's past.
Past time
Sprinkle all the caresses
The rest of the warmth gradually faded.
Curled up in my heart and began to miss home.
The dream shadow you walked through
Start a lonely conversation
Did you see my face crying old?
The cold rain softened my sigh.
Every year, I will cherish my thoughts.
Walk into the church
Modern Poetry: Father 15 Father is a farmer on the plateau.
Every inch of land in my hometown
Are covered with the footprints of his hard work.
Chairman Mao said
The peasant revolution is the most thorough.
From the womb to the grave
always
Is fighting the land.
Born crying
A handful of hot soil can wipe your body.
Una toy
A handful of urine mud is fun enough.
The annual whip-ploughing song
Intensive cultivation over the years
Land and destiny
Closely linked together
The burden of years
bend
Father's mountain backbone
Years of wind and rain
Wash away
A mark on the forehead
at present
I'm thriving.
Standing on the streets of the city
Guarding a small piece of laughter
All reasons
It comes from me.
i'm full
Father from the yellow land
Harvest grain millet
Enough drinking.
Father is from the canyon.
Pick up the gurgling spring water
Modern Poetry: Father 16 No Rain Tonight
My dream is a torrent.
Your voice has become vivid again.
father
I see your blue eyes.
A father who has lived a hard life.
When our life becomes better.
On the night I was born.
You died suddenly.
Leave the pain of bone erosion to us
Leave it to my deaf old mother
We can't hide your death from mother.
White-haired man
Only the piercing sound of the cone heart.
Sitting in shock at night
My mood fluctuates.
In the depths of my childhood
Someone is crying.
My silent father.
Your eyes in heaven
Staring at me alone
Modern Poetry: Father 17 is in my heart
He's not himself anymore.
He's just another me
When I was young,
His skirt belongs to me.
Support my back and walk forward.
When I was young
His beard gradually turned white.
The smell of smoke turned the ring yellow.
When I'm wrong
His nagging is like rice soup.
Irrigation my life.
When I am tired
His eyes are like iron.
Touch my fragile heart
When I am happy
His stories line up.
Guide sleepless nights.
When I'm sleepy
His pain is hidden.
Forget the youngest son.
In my heart
He is a towering tree.
He is Tian Tonghe.
In my heart
I was never myself.
I will always be my father's blood.
Modern Poetry: Father 18 Last year's firecrackers are still in my ears.
Last year, your voice and smile were still in sight.
Your generous palm flips your hand for love.
It warms our home like spring all the year round.
It's the end of the year again
Thick flavor of the year
Arouse memories of our brotherhood.
My frozen tears
Cann't penetrate hard land
father
In this snowy winter, you are alone in the distance. Are you cold?
It's the New Year again.
just come back
Old father
Beyond time and space
My family is sitting around the fire.
Celebrate the Spring Festival
Have a reunion drink.
Let me experience profound thoughts.
Modern Poetry: Father 19 wrote at sunrise and returned at sunset.
Father is in his hometown
Black land
Sprinkle with sweat
Throughout the year, spring crops and autumn harvests.
year after year
A repetitive and unchanging rhythm.
Father's face, road
Deep wrinkles
As if it had just been plowed.
Black land
What's left is a long ditch.
They all say that father does farm work.
He is a good cook.
Catch up again
Good weather, good year
Mothers often put their children's
Care, written on the face
Fathers always treat their children kindly.
Missing, hidden in my heart ...
My father loved it all his life.
Kaoliang liquor in hometown
Tired from work
Sit on the ground and have a drink.
be bright in the eye
Patches of red sorghum.
be bright in the eye
Pieces of golden soybeans
Drunk too.
Follow my father in the sunset
That rickety old cow
Modern Poetry: My father's 20 cold winter nights were accompanied by the crowing of roosters.
Father and I walked in the silent night.
Your body and the radian of the earth are like an arch bridge.
Stumbling, carrying all my son's luggage.
The cold wind all over the sky hid the stars
The lamp in my father's hand guides me, towards the distant.
Hot blood, rushing in my chest.
More and more broad-minded people store too many emotions.
The son can only record the dribs and drabs of life with false words.
Decorate with your great feelings.
Your wandering son in the city is your eternal concern.
Letter from home, this is a report from your son.
Success again and again should be your son's happiness.
What you get is always your son's silent training.
Wandering in a foreign land, afraid to pluck the strings of missing.
When I am lonely, I listen to the wet touch with my heart.
Call home, your son's ears are full of your worries.
Full of your expectations for your son, and the comfort of sewing up his mental trauma.
You put high hopes on me and let me face it frankly.
Missing is like a door, and hope always rotates in memory.
Missing is like a well, hoping to give you a cool feeling.
Modern Poetry: Father 2 1 Writing about Father
My heart is always sour.
I'm a mess
Can't find the exact word
Because my father is very tall.
The tall man told me to keep looking up.
Fatherly love is selfless.
father
Show more drops.
Father studied very well in primary school.
But his sick grandfather made him the eldest son.
I must change my age.
Early investment.
In the production of large groups
In order to earn more work points
For my brothers and sisters.
Can fill the stomach
Father learned a lot of crafts.
Woodworking, stone art, bamboo art ...
He has always been the leader of the villagers.
I want to stay ahead of other relatives and friends in everything.
Because as a party member.
Have a vanguard and exemplary role.
therefore
He does everything.
As long as it changes your life.
Will take the villagers to do it.
After my brother entered the vocational school,
The expenses at home are higher.
My sisters and I go to junior high school.
Besides, my sister went to a medical school at her own expense.
In the 1990s.
It costs tens of thousands of dollars a year
This was a big expense in the countryside at that time.
Father does farm work during the day.
Dig coal and mine at night
……
I graduated.
I went to my brother's school.
It is too difficult for my sister to study medicine.
After studying for two years.
Without learning.
Go to Guangdong, as far away as possible.
finally
Those four or five years of tension and poverty
Be relieved.
But father didn't relax.
Still working so hard.
Use a small wooden box
Five dollars and ten dollars accumulated my sister's tuition.
I don't even want to buy a fried cake in the street.
But it will bring us a catty or two of candy.
at present
We're both married.
I got a job in the county seat.
But our life has always been poor.
We will take them to the county seat.
They always say
We are not used to it.
Get used to work.
In fact, I know in my heart
They are because of the poverty we live in.
Don't want to cause us trouble
trouble
These two words
Want to come at this time
Is it really troublesome?
……