Modern Poetry of Father's Back

No matter in study, work or life, people always touch or use poetry, and poetry can naturally make people moved by language. Still struggling to find good poems? The following is a collection of modern poems about my father's back, for your reference only, hoping to help you.

Modern Poetry of Father's Back 1 Father's Back

Getting lighter and lighter

A winding mountain road

Work back and forth

a violent gust of wind

You can blow away the years

Father is back.

Only the cool sunset

Put in a few words

As a long speech

Father is back.

Collapse at one blow

The air is heavy.

Grass by the roadside

When I hear the shadow, I breathe like an ox.

Father is back.

Buried in the ground for years

When I look far away.

The maple leaves in the village have fallen.

The heat of leaves

Maybe as warm as spring.

Father is back.

Slowly disperse

I collected all my memories.

In this field

Modern Poetry of Father's Back Part II When the first cock crow resounded through the silent countryside.

The east shows a little fish-belly white.

A red sun rises in Ran Ran.

A country that slept soundly all night/woke up from a deep sleep

Father is carrying a hoe/facing the morning sun

Set out for the field of hope

Chen Xizhong

Father came back/it was dawn.

Give me the light of hope

It is the rising sun.

Bring me infinite warmth.

When the last sunset shines on the old house/a Polaris appears in the west/dusk comes.

A crescent moon hangs high in the deep night sky.

It's already full of stars

Father is carrying a hoe.

Go to work before dawn and go home when the moon comes out-work before dawn until dark.

Back to the old house

At night

Father is back.

This is a bright star.

Tell me the way forward.

This is the bright moon.

Soothes the pain of my lovesickness

Father is back.

The process of struggle

Father is back.

selfless dedication

Father is back.

Concern for love

Father is back.

The direction I'm going

Father is back.

My motivation to move forward

Father is back.

I make unremitting efforts.

unforgettable

Father is back.

Will always grow with me

Father's Back 3 Modern Poetry of Your Young Back

Makes me feel kind.

Your stalwart back

Makes me feel safe.

Your mature back

That's a hint.

Your old back

Fill my heart with gratitude

Your bent back

It always brings tears to my eyes.

My affectionate call

Father, you have devoted yourself to your children.

The Back of Father's Modern Poem 4 "The Back of Father"

Getting lighter and lighter

A winding mountain road

Work back and forth

a violent gust of wind

You can blow away the years

Father is back.

Only the cool sunset

Put in a few words

As a long speech

Father is back.

Collapse at one blow

The air is heavy.

Grass by the roadside

When I hear the shadow, I breathe like an ox.

Father is back.

Buried in the ground for years

When I look far away.

The maple leaves in the village have fallen.

The heat of leaves

Maybe as warm as spring.

Father is back.

Slowly disperse

I collected all my memories.

In this field

Father's Back, Chapter 5 of Modern Poetry, Father's Back, He Yueping

Father is gone.

Leave me with a back.

It is the back of hemp fiber in the wind and rain.

It's Dai Li's hat back under the scorching sun.

It's the hoe back on the ridge.

It's the fading back of Chaishan.

This is a unique figure in his later years.

Father is back.

Build me a dome.

Father is back.

Building a pillar of the family

Father is back.

This is a greenhouse in winter.

It's the shade in summer.

This is the taste of rice in the pot.

It's Chun Yan under the eaves

This is a rough handrail.

Father is gone.

That heavy back

Still stained with dew

Still filled with fragrant rice.

With the sunshine.

Still showing goodwill

Father's Back 6 Father's Modern Poems

look at you

Gray hair, rickety back

Fade away in the rain that sent me.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

In last night's dream.

You touched my hand.

Be covered with calluses

That rude feeling

Since then, I have lived in my mind.

Will appear in foreign countries

In every night's dream

Your vicissitudes of life face

Years have taken away the face of youth.

Deep wrinkles on the forehead

Just like Qian Shan's valleys on the Loess Plateau in my hometown.

Occupy your vitality.

Grow up from a son

What you have suffered.

I know

Never said anything comforting to you.

But I never lost my love for my son.

A fatherly heart

I am

A wanderer who wanders far away

Every time I walk out of a familiar house,

You stumble when you walk.

You've been walking me out of the house for a long time.

Watch me get on that suburban car.

Gradually disappear

But you

Stand where you are and look around.

Until it's out of sight.

His son disappeared in the distance.

faraway place

foreign country

This is a helpless place.

Too much loneliness.

There is too much bitterness.

There is too much helplessness.

For the sake of family livelihood

I can't leave my warm home.

Leave the person you love.

To pursue the life you want.

father

But with a lifetime of love and affection.

In a foreign country

I'll do it a thousand times

Miss your silence

Your disappointment

Your smiling face

And the infinite yearning for the wandering son.

Tonight.

I expressed my concern to the moon.

Into the breeze.

Give it to my father. He's old. He's over sixty.

Did you get it?

A wanderer who wanders far away

Deep concern for you

Bless health and longevity forever.

The modern poem of father's back 7 You walked through the storm.

Stumbling steps never retreat.

I'd rather have muddy feet.

I hope my shoulders are covered with dust.

Your smile is my strong attachment.

You've been through so many years.

How can spring flowers and autumn moons be heartless?

Your face has never aged.

The tall and straight figure is still unforgettable.

Continue my desire.

You walked through my heart.

You have always been my most beautiful miracle.

Gave me love and everything.

How I want to be near you.

Snuggle in your lonely arms

You walked in front of my eyes.

Long-term love has taken me to heart.

Take me through Qian Shan.

You turn suffering and glory into wine.

Drunk to death.

You passed my words.

How can words touch your pain and joy?

Can you draw your legend with ink?

You are a piece of Wang Yang.

Falling into my world.