Sad poems describing the death of father

1. Sad poems about my father

Sad poems about my father 1. Sad poems about missing my father

1. I spend my life in happiness of childhood. All these happiness are brought to me by my father. When I mention my father, I can't help but shed tears. My father has left me forever, leaving only my longing for him and an eternal memory.

2. My father always plays some small games with me in his spare time, such as checkers, poker, etc. At that time, I always felt that I was the happiest in the world. Sometimes, my father would cook delicious food for me in different ways. These have become my memories and will not become reality. I can no longer see my father's figure and kind smile.

3. Sometimes, I really want to call my father and say: Dad, I miss you... But every time I pick up the phone, I never have the courage to press that set of numbers. I was struggling internally and couldn't say what I wanted to say.

4. It has been almost a month since my father passed away. My father's voice and smile linger in front of me, which often keeps me awake at night.

5. In the past three months since my father passed away, I have been missing him all the time. During these days, whenever I see a figure that looks like my father, my heart hurts, and I think of my father. How I wish there was a soul that could bring me closer to my father!

6. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing the cool wind. Against the background of the setting sun, the withered yellow leaves of autumn fall, dancing gracefully and bidding farewell to the branches, which is so reluctant to say goodbye. And I miss my father just like the leaves that are attached to the big tree. Thinking and thinking, tears can't help but fall from the corners of my eyes.

7. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.

8. Outside the window late at night, the memories are old sadness, tears of missing, and pain of missing. When I dream back at midnight, I can never forget the tears flowing from the corners of my father's eyes...

9. Although the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, my mood has not improved in the past few days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. In the blink of an eye, for three years, my father's voice and face occasionally appear in my dreams. He is still so thin. I occasionally look at his body and feel very sad. But this year's Qingming Festival, my father's big photo will also go with him. .

2. Sad sentences about my father

1. In my memory, my parents are always so strong and young.

But when we stop to polish ourselves and satisfy ourselves. Looking back at them, wrinkles and traces of time have appeared on their faces.

2. To quote my father’s words, see one thing and miss another. 3. Waves of nostalgia and cherishment well up in my heart.

4. As I go by day by day, I feel bit by bit that time makes us mature and makes our parents grow old. When we grow up, our parents get old. 5. Perhaps, parents have no expectation of reaping much rewards from their children. They just do everything for us based on their vocation and conscience. They just hope that their children will make progress and live better than themselves.

6. To be filial to your parents, you really don’t need too much time and money. A word, a greeting, a kiss, a text message, a bouquet of flowers, a hug...sometimes it can make your parents burst into tears. Well, parents all over the world are actually very easily satisfied! 7. Now I know very well how happy it was to cherish.

3. Sad sentences about my father

1. In my memory, my parents are always so strong and young. But when we stop to polish ourselves and satisfy our own pace. Looking back at them, wrinkles and traces of time have appeared on their faces.

2. To quote my father’s words, see one thing and miss another.

3. Waves of nostalgia and cherishment well up in my heart.

4. As I go by day by day, I feel bit by bit that time makes us mature and makes our parents grow old. When we grow up, our parents get old.

5. Perhaps, parents have no hope of reaping much rewards from their children. They just do everything for us based on their vocation and conscience. They just hope that their children will make progress and live better than themselves. .

6. To be filial to your parents, you really don’t need too much time and money. A word, a greeting, a kiss, a text message, a bouquet of flowers, a hug...sometimes it can make your parents burst into tears. Well, parents all over the world are actually very easily satisfied!

7. Now I know very well how happy it was to cherish.

4. Poems about father's love

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, then there is nothing in life. Good father and brother, there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but there are very few who can succeed.

〖Song Dynasty〗by Lu Gong

There is a kind of emotion

Don’t say it easily

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Don’t talk about it easily

Very ordinary

But also very extraordinary

Don’t talk about it when you are drunk

Don’t talk about it in your sleep

Internal injuries are the most painful place

When my father’s eyes touch my forehead

The gap and distance

are meaningless Noun

The incredible thing is blood

When you are the coldest

It is still the warmest embrace

Father

In the hazy time

Father

is a big mountain

Sitting on his shoulder

I can always see far and far away Far

When I was sensible

My father

was a stubborn crooked pine

Only then did I realize that

I The weight is so heavy, so heavy

And now

Father

You are a deep poem

The son is silent Reading

Tears flowed gently

Father

A long blue sky

A green and mysterious mountain

The tranquil and profound vast land

The vibrant living beings

What an opportunity for harmony between man and nature

The ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notations

The grains fluttering in the wind are the dancing notes

The nine-curved mountain road is the string of heaven and earth

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What pops up is actually the swan song of life

Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years

The waves of development stir up

The protruding veins are The Great Wall built of strength

The spirit of Yu Old Man who moved mountains extends from here

The moonlight nourishes this quiet night

The running water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue

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I touched the peace in the snoring

I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror

Reminiscing about father's love

We also love our father

But it is different from our father’s love for us

Our love is a stream

Father’s love is the ocean

The dew on the grass

Round and bright

That is the light given by the sun

The days in April

Half romantic

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That is where the spring breeze passes

Our joy

It is the smile on our father’s face

We The pain

is the deep sadness in the father's eyes

Our love can go very far

But it can never get out

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Verses describing father’s love in ancient poems:

Song Lingyun’s “Remembering the Father”

Wu Shu Yanyun’s broken ruler book, far away from each other How about hate?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices! "Showing Children"

"Idle Thoughts in Beiguo"

There is green grass in front of the mountains and behind the mountains. Even if you go out in the sun, you still have to keep the door closed. Every time I think about my flesh and blood, I come to see the wild man pity his descendants.

"Chaogeng" by Yuan Zhongdao of the Ming Dynasty

When I came to Harada in the middle of the night, the moon was setting and the sky was about to dawn. The stream is trickling, and the rain is good this year.

Seedlings have already grown from the previous seeds, so don’t let things go too early. I call my eldest son to solve the problem, and the morning glory eats dew and grass.

"Planting Yangge" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

The husband in the field throws the rice seedlings and the woman in the field picks them up, while the younger ones pull them out and the older ones insert them. The hat is a bag, a raincoat is a hat, and the rain is wet from the head to the blades.

I asked him to rest for a while, bowed his head and bent his waist, but did not answer. The roots of the seedlings are not firmly planted yet, and the geese and ducklings are taken care of.

A poem to worship my father

On the third day of the first lunar month of Gengchen, the fifth anniversary of my father’s death, I paid homage to my father at home, and with emotion in my heart, I wrote a poem:

The incense sticks are lingering, and the heart is sad; the cigarette smoke is lingering, and the words are hard to express. It has been five years since I left; it seems like a thousand years since I missed you. When I think about it, I can't help but feel sad; when I think about it, I can't stop crying. When you shout, you don't hear your response; when you cry, you don't hear your words. Recalling the past, I once stepped on the shadow of the moon; thinking about that time, I felt like stepping on the dawn. Stepping on the shadow of the moon, Tianhe has long been bathed in beauty; stepping on the dawn, the skirts of clothes are still exposed to frost. If you are accustomed to hard work, you will be busy running around all day long; if you are honest and honest, you will rarely find peace in your life. It's a pity that I have never left the countryside in my life; it's a pity that I have become irreversibly ill from overwork. Under the moonlight, the whole family talked and laughed happily; in life, they never forgot the teachings. The most unforgettable thing is that the moans lingering in my stomach on the hospital bed; I am so regretful that my brother passed away in his sleep.

From now on, you and I have different paths, whispering in the breeze; the world is blurred, and we look for each other in dreams. It's so sad, it's so painful, the tears gather into the water of the Dragon River. So sad, the cry spread throughout the nine heavens.

5. Ancient poems about the pain of losing a father

Poems in memory of the recently deceased father 1: The grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will not return.

2: There are thousands of words to talk about, but I am bored and just leaning on the railing for ten times. 3: The most painful and missed verse: Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.

- "Spring in the Jade House" 4: We are far away from each other, and the clothes are worn out - Han Dynasty.> 5: The red beans are thrown away with blood and tears of endless lovesickness, and the spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ------Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" 6: The sky is not old, love is hard to break, the heart is like a double mesh, with thousands of knots in it. (Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui") 7: I want to ask Wujiang why I came to Wujiang, the dream of the bright moon over the green mountains Zhongkan 8: Where is the hometown at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad. 9: The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and I want to write a book full of ideas.

I am afraid that I can’t finish my words in a hurry, and the pedestrians go to Kaifeng before leaving. 10: Leaning on the moon and feeling homesick, I am speechless, but I can see the stars. 11: Where is my hometown? It is a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.

On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese. 12: Although I wiped the tears left by myself, the passion in my heart never faded.

Thinking of your joy and your sorrow, your mood is my eternal concern! 13: The autumn shadow turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again. Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair? Take a good ride in the wind, see the sky thousands of miles away, and look straight down at the mountains and rivers.

Cut off the Gui Po Suo. Humanity is more clear.

14: In the past, I left, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling -------> 15: Farewell to Nanpu (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi's farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn. I feel heartbroken when I see it, so go and don’t look back.

16: There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and I am happy for you, but you don’t know it. 17: On the fifteenth night of the 15th night, when I looked at the moon, crows roosted on the white trees in the courtyard of Wang Jian, and the cold dew wet the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.

18: The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 19: A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. 20: Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 21: Tears swallowed but silently.

I only regret my past. Relying on the painting to re-examine the knowledge, Yingying.

It’s impossible to paint a picture of sadness. The other words are too clear.

I woke up early from a dream at midnight. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream.

Weeping all over the wind and rain at night. 22: Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.

23: Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown. 24: The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter home contains fifteen lines. There are no other words in the journey, just return home early. 25: The thin curtains detect the bright moon, and the breeze blows my lap.

26: People looked for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was in the dim light. 27: When will the home in the dream arrive? How many people will return to the Chunsheng River? 28: Tian Jing Sha · Qiu Si [Yuan] · Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s houses, and west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 29: A one-night stand is as long as the distance between the earth and the world is.

-Zhang Zhongsu's "Swallow Tower" 30: I know that I miss you so much, I want to be full of love, but I just want to sleep alone in the autumn moon.

6. Write sad sentences about my father

1. In my memory, my parents are always so strong and young. But when we stop to polish ourselves and satisfy ourselves. Looking back at them, wrinkles and traces of time have appeared on their faces.

2. To quote my father’s words, see one thing and miss another.

3. Waves of nostalgia and cherishment well up in my heart.

4. As I go by day by day, I feel bit by bit that time makes us mature and makes our parents grow old. When we grow up, our parents get old.

5. Perhaps, parents have no hope of reaping much rewards from their children. They just do everything for us based on their vocation and conscience. They just hope that their children will make progress and live better than themselves. .

6. To be filial to your parents, you really don’t need too much time and money. A word, a greeting, a kiss, a text message, a bouquet of flowers, a hug...sometimes it can make your parents burst into tears. Well, parents all over the world are actually very easily satisfied!

7. Now I know very well how happy it was to cherish.

8. I don’t like to be sad, lament, or obsessed with the most. When I was a senior, it was suddenly time to take charge of my own business. During the last holiday, when I went home to see my dad again, everything I had began to flow out.

7. Sentences about missing my father to the point of breaking my heart

1. The most miserable pain in the world is to have a son who wants to be raised but is not treated as a parent.

2. I spent my childhood in happiness. All these happiness are brought to me by my father.

When I mention my father, I can't help but shed tears. My father has left me forever, leaving only my longing for him and an eternal memory.

3. It has been almost a month since my father passed away. My father’s voice and smile linger in front of me, which often keeps me awake at night.

4. In the past three months since my father passed away, I have been missing him all the time. During these days, whenever I see a figure that looks like my father, my heart hurts, and I think of my father. How I wish there was a soul that could bring me closer to my father!