Beautiful modern poem 1 "Father"
One side is soil and water, and the other side is sky.
You are a symbol of the times.
Time is not suitable for you. We miss you.
Alas, how many wishes are there,
How many blueprints are still unfinished.
Your figure,
Like a majestic mountain peak,
As bright as the bright moon.
Oh, history doesn't drive you. Everyone is talking about you.
Beautiful modern poem 2 "To Father"
They say it's the wind.
Can blow stones to pieces.
Said it was raining.
It will rust steel.
It's been said for years.
Will bend your spine.
Only your will.
Keep fighting despite repeated setbacks.
It will never change.
Incite the whole family
The weight of a lifetime
Beautiful modern poem 3 "Father"
Tender is water.
Race you.
An unsolvable mess after a thousand years.
For years you lured me across the river with respect.
I bet my youth that you will play.
Your car made a sharp turn left and right.
Sweep my defense
My horse moves step by step.
Go straight to your nest.
father
A discordant game.
I can't destroy your moat.
You can't break into my crystal palace.
Beautiful modern poem 4 "Father"
Father's road
tell me
Erected heart tablet
Will become a signpost for progress.
This road
Go on in my life.
Ordinary father
No ode
No feat
Only stories I miss.
I should have brave faith.
stand out
Go my father's way.
Show a brilliant tomorrow
Beautiful modern poem 5 "Father and I"
You created this family.
Then he created me.
You hold my hand.
From yesterday to now.
Ah, my dear father
You are the person I admire most.
Ah, my kind father
You are my future idol.
When you drag your tired body
End the day's work
When you walk into this home that belongs to you.
What I care about is whether I come back or not.
You smoked a pack of cigarettes until dawn.
A pot of wine makes you forget your troubles and troubles.
Sometimes mom says you hate you.
But you never complain about anything.
It often appears in your eyes.
I was knocked down.
In that long dark night
I was cheated.
No, dear dad.
This is just a dream that hurts you.
Because I am not an unfortunate person.
Because I have a good father.
I want to share your troubles and worries.
I won't let you worry about me all the time.
You will hold my hand forever.
Towards an endless future
Beautiful modern poem 6 "Father's Love"
There is persistence in the ordinary.
There is no lack of strength in easygoing.
Just like the warmth and selflessness of the sun.
As wide and deep as the sea.
Loyalty and integrity, you taught me the truth of being a man.
Forgive and endure the rules of life you taught me.
You are like all the great fathers in the world.
Not good at boasting, but expressing it with actions.
Your deep fatherly love
I can't forget the happy scene of father and daughter together.
I can't forget the worry on your forehead when my daughter comes home at night.
I can't forget seeing your daughter off to school.
I can't forget how many times you have sought medical advice for your daughter.
You are not as gentle as your mother.
Yueming, you keep your tenderness deep in your heart.
Under your wings, I long to fly.
You accompany me to inspire lofty sentiments in the storm of the world.
Hello, Dad.
No matter what water it is, Qianshan, even if the wind and frost are exhausted.
The bird is tired, and it is in her daughter's heart.
You will always be my safest harbor.
Beautiful modern poem 7 "Father"
There is a festival in June.
You and I know each other well.
But maybe my father won't know.
You are still busy every day.
One's complicated affairs
You don't know that in the hearts of children
Father, what a kind and warm name this is.
You have been silent for so many years.
Outside the secular world
Live a life of obscurity.
You and your mother support each other.
Guard your love that has not turned into love.
Like two red willows in the desert kingdom.
Like two old pine trees on the top of a high mountain.
You are enduring humiliation.
Sow the seeds of love day after day.
Let young and ignorant children suffer day by day
A green hand
You're getting old.
The hair is getting whiter and whiter, and the waist is getting more and more arched.
Time is ruthless.
It stole your youthful and beautiful face.
On such a quiet night
I kept my eyes open in the dark.
I want my poem.
Flying in the sky
I hope you don't frown.
A smiling face that makes you sweet and happy.
Swinging in front of us all year.
You never tell me your troubles.
Because I am your daughter (son)
You never let me see your tears.
Because you don't want me to think
You are weak and incompetent.
But I think of you every night.
I want to tell you everything.
I love you deeply, my father.
Your happiness is my happiness.
Beautiful modern poem 8 "My father is my hero"
My father is my hero and has never changed in my life.
As a father of eight children, he knows that he has a great responsibility.
When I was a little boy, he looked very tall.
In my eyes, he can do anything, and we know that he has the final say.
His body and mind contain infinite power,
But he is also very gentle, which can make people feel that he is friendly and straightforward.
Many mornings when I was a child, I was awakened by his kisses and songs.
I miss those days very much.
He makes me feel so special, "Miss America" he sang softly.
I know I have a father's love This love gave me the courage to do it and fight for it.
From him, I learned to hold my head high and be proud of myself.
Strength and determination made this excellent man.
Although he is old, his strength keeps him alive.
And his firm determination,
Let my sick mother get the care she needs and stay in the world.
He loves her, and he loves children, so he has invested many years in his life.
Take care of this woman, his wife and his soul mate.
He struggled day and night for many years for her illness.
I'm afraid a man who is not very strong has already resigned himself.
Although he has his own illness, he is always by her side.
Take care of her and love her until she closes her eyes forever.
Twenty days later, his life came to an end.
I lost my hero, my father and my friend.
After several years, life has become another landscape.
But with Father's Day coming, I want to celebrate his good name.
Pray that he and God in heaven will be with me,
Take care of me, guide me and look down on me proudly.
Because I am my father's daughter, we will meet again one day.
But until then, I will miss him and love him forever.
Beautiful modern poem 9 "Father's Love"
Father is a river, flowing with years and telling the vicissitudes of the world;
Father is the sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky;
Father is a mountain with a strong backbone and the fragrance of earth;
Father's love is like a mountain, deep and powerful, shielding me from the wind and rain;
Father's love is like water, silent and gentle, smoothing my inner wounds;
Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my heart for me;
Father's love is like the moon, ignorant and elegant, which can give me hope even in the most cloudy days.
Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, which gives me the motivation to live;
Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, which contains countless mistakes of mine.
Beautiful modern poem 10 "Father"
I'll know it just after a month.
Father is a concept.
This is the lighting term of black land and black forest.
Small eyes looking at the big man.
I use the most primitive crying
Warm his upper and lower limbs.
Those days when the rain stopped.
Childhood, I took your hand into the school.
You lifted the iron hoe of the world.
Dig a face for me
The sky is bigger than the village.
Father, I am your most complete stone.
Father, you are my perfect shadow.
It's getting dark I live in a book.
It's dark. You live in the mountains.
Father, these ten years
We have never met.
I went home that day.
You are still saying that the mountain people live a strong life.
You are not old. This is a mountain.
Now I have grown into a big tree.
You have no root in your hand.
Father's waterwheel and fence
Are you still silent in the moonlight?
Still staying at our door.
Where I ran away from home
Those polished stone chips.
Rotating iron ring
Do you all have your own homes?
Tonight's father
I am another wheat.
Walk into another wheat
It is the deep deformation of bread and steamed bread.
I don't want to go home by windmill tonight.
I want to fly along the maturity of May.
Father, who are you tonight
My nails and my old house will never rust.
The only pain I can't shut up for thousands of years
Beautiful modern poem 1 1 "Father"
Your hair is white and white.
Your body is bent. This is a bow.
That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.
That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.
Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.
Your eyes are used to take pictures.
That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.
The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.
When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead
I grew up in your white hair
When the river of time flows through your veins
I'm growing through your whole body.
When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?
At the end of life, who wants to leave you a look?
Beautiful modern poem 12 "Father"
White as Snow
That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.
A bent body is a bow.
That's the energy stored by the old man of time
Hands are like wood.
That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.
Eyes like yellow beads.
That is a colorful color given by God.
The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.
The river of time flows through blood vessels.
Through snow and blood red
We are growing.
It snows heavily.
You are the last piece in the snow.
Mottled red leaves
Life will run out.
You are the last star in the sky.
Tears of a meteor
Beautiful modern poem 13 "Father"
Hazy time
father
This is a big mountain.
Sit on his shoulder
Can always see far, far away.
Be rational
father
This is a stubborn bent pine tree.
Only then did I find out.
My weight is too heavy, too heavy.
But now
father
You are a profound poem.
My son reads silently.
Tears flow gently
Beautiful modern poem 14 "Father"
Long blue sky.
A mysterious castle peak.
A quiet and deep vast land
Energetic people
This is a good opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.
The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful stick.
Grains dancing in the wind are jumping notes.
Nine winding mountain roads are the strings of this world.
It was the light footsteps of fathers that moved it.
What pops up is the swan song of life.
Sweat flows in the canal dug by years.
Arouse a wave of development
The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength.
Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends from here.
Moonlight moistens this quiet night.
The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue.
I felt peace in my snoring.
I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror.
Beautiful modern poem 15 "Father"
Years cast by wind and rain
Carved on his father's forehead.
Profoundly outline the wisdom life.
The feeling of falling flowers is gone.
Father's manners are no longer the same.
Traces of passing away covered the dead leaves everywhere.
The lush grass has long since disappeared.
year
What's the hurry?
Remember that night.
My father took my little hand to watch the sunset.
The sky was red with red cloud.
My father seems to be looking forward to one of my dreams.
I dare not look straight into my father's expectant eyes guiltily.
A large cloud
Just like my father's deep love for me
I want to cry for joy.
Young father
Always say to me: I am a big tree and you are a small tree.
The little tree that has grown up now wants to say to his father.
You will always be my big tree
Beautiful Modern Poetry 16 "Father"
Touch the railings of the city
Looking forward to my hometown
Aromatic soil
I thought of Qianshan's father who was outside the dirt.
My father was.
Walk like the wind
Change the posture of weeding.
Together with farm tools
Close to the soil
Zhongqing clay
Kiss us
Roll across the field in March.
at that time
I'm not very rich in poetry.
Grow in the fields
Part by part
Over my father's head
Stand like a father.
This is what my father expected of me for many years.
Been away from home for years.
A hunchbacked person.
Still fresh in my mind
With a shiny sickle
Standing in September
Standing on the golden ridge in September
bless
Beautiful modern poem 17 "Father's Day Again"
It's Father's Day again
My father never knew.
Just as he never knew fatigue.
father
How many times have you missed dinner?
How many times have you quietly left my dream?
Remember your hands that have been doing farm work all your life.
The tenderness of touching my face
Your strong body
How many times have I fallen because of us?
father
Suddenly I smelled a thick smell of loess.
No, it's a strong manly smell emanating from your body.
My eyes were captured by tears again.
father
I have your blood in my veins.
father
It's Father's Day again
You received my blessing again.
Beautiful modern poem 18 "Dedicated to Father's Day"
Fatherly love is a thick calluses.
The days passed in my father's push-pull shoulder.
I went from being dumb to learning a language.
Father's love is a smile full of eyes.
The burden of life can't bend my father's back.
No matter how hard and tired you are, you must support tomorrow's sun.
Father's love is a big book without words.
Reading has endless motivation.
Rise in the faith of my life
Father's love is a lofty mountain.
Walk into my father's inner world
I finally understand that fatherly love is seamless.
Beautiful Modern Poetry 19 "Father"
Father is old.
It is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran.
He is being swept by the horizon.
Cut off the light bit by bit.
Father is old.
But by his wife's courtiers
Gradually become an emperor
The emperor's life has a lot of fun.
Take a shower, someone prepares clothes and scratches his back.
Writing and drawing, someone shakes the fan and pours ink.
Three meals a day vegetables and fruits.
Autumn wind and autumn rain were covered and added.
A slightly younger wife
Often referred to as the "nagging king"
There were also some in the emperor's time
The story of old sesame rotten millet
Said that when he was young
Give play to your skills as a student cadre.
Caught up with the girl in the city
From this time on.
Then duckweed has never left the rice seedling.
His acting career is booming.
Home was sung by him.
he said
What is the pride of the stars and the sun?
An orange oil lamp waiting for his return at night.
It is his emperor.
Father is old.
Yellow mud has overflowed the chest.
When he can't move the red flag.
He became emperor.
Beautiful modern poems 20 Ai Qing's bonsai
It seems that they are all ancient relics.
The plants here have turned into minerals.
The trunk is bronze.
Branches are wires.
Even the leaves are patina.
In the antique garden
It is not cold in winter.
There is no heating in summer.
A shelf made of rosewood and mahogany.
This also shows their prominent position.
In fact, they are all unfortunate products.
I've lost my true colors.
In all kinds of flowerpots
Suffer oppression and injustice
Grow up. Every process
Tortured by twisted wire and knives and scissors
You can't be pushed around.
Part of development
Part of the Committee
Take imbalance as the standard
Typically incomplete.
Like a rickety old man.
Boasting is a strange elephant deformity.
Some people have stomachs.
Some show roots.
Leave a few crooked branches.
Sesame leaves are big.
It means there is still youth.
Like a group of wounded soldiers devastated by war.
Support a disabled voice.
but
All flowers and trees should have their own world.
Roots absorb soil nutrients.
Branches and leaves carry rain and dew and sunshine.
Free and in-depth exhibition
normal puberty
Feel at ease under the sky
Accept the caress of nature
Give off your own fragrance.
Now everything is upside down.
That thing which is rare is dear.
The old one is getting smaller.
In order to satisfy people's curiosity
Show off the skills of flower farmers
Rubbing can be forgiven, rubbing can be distorted.
The vegetation is silent and the axe knife is added.
probably
This is also an art.
But it's written in
A mockery of freedom
Beautiful modern poem 2 1 "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
lake
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Beautiful modern poem 22 mango trees
-One minute.
Mango trees have grown taller.
Retired uncle watered it.
Women are up there, bask in the quilt.
A football is coming.
Scratch the terminal bud and break the tender leaves.
Mango trees cannot avoid human beings.
It can't refuse harm or kindness.
It doesn't even know, by the lake.
What a beautiful shadow it has.
Mango trees are blooming.
The painters shrugged as they walked by.
Because this flower is small and gray.
At night, lovers are under the tree-
Smell it. How nice. What perfume?
Mango tree is working hard.
Learn a new dance
It doesn't understand.
There is no time to worry or revel.
Mango trees bear fruit.
The vendor's fingertips pressed the tail of the scale.
Some people bargain, others are too sour.
Someone sent mangoes to the far north.
There, it causes reverie and awe.
The branches and leaves of mango trees hang low.
Just like a planet has completed its rotation.
As for whether the harvest is sweet or astringent.
It doesn't care.
Mango tree finally got rid of the burden.
It hasn't had time to think about it.
Is this the right thing to do
He began to feel lonely.
So it grew taller and blossomed again.
Then pass this sweet and astringent fruit to the world.
Beautiful modern poetry article 23 assembly line
On the assembly line of time
Night is very close to night.
We withdrew from the assembly line of the factory.
Then go home on the assembly line.
Above our heads
The assembly line of stars crosses the sky.
In our side
The young trees are in a daze on the assembly line.
Stars must be tired.
Thousands of years have passed.
Their itinerary has never changed.
The young trees are all sick.
Smoke and monotony make them
Lost lines and colors.
I feel everything.
With the same beat as * * *.
But strange
I just can't feel it.
My own existence
Like a cluster of trees and stars
Or because of habit?
Prejudice to oneself
There is no power to care anymore.
Beautiful modern poem 24 Tian Wen
Yu Guangzhong
The brilliance on the water
One by one. Why?
Even at dusk?
Lights on the ground
One by one. Why?
Everything went into the night.
Stars in the sky
One by one. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what?
Our lives.
Day after day, why?
What about eternity?
When I left, ah
What took me away?
How's the weather?
Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark?
Is it dawn? I am upset
Beautiful Modern Poetry Article 25 Yesterday
Yesterday, just yesterday,
I am in your eyes,
Peeking at your fatigue,
You added some silver hair to your hair today.
Actually, I know you work hard,
You cry in the dark,
Tears make your eyes deeper,
On every moonless night.
You wait quietly,
I'm afraid the noise will wake me up,
Woke up my sleep,
Every sleeping night,
Have you ever had a beautiful dream?
Actually, I think you will have a dream,
I must have been in that dream,
With my laughter,
With my childish figure,
My house is everywhere,
Happiness full of memories.
Every morning,
You gently patted my sleep,
Prepare breakfast for me,
A cup of boiling milk,
Walking on the way to school,
Warm, warm.
Every time after school, I can always,
I can always find a familiar figure,
You're waiting for me to tell you,
Every trivial and childish classroom affair,
You always listen patiently,
Listen to my growing pains and joys.
When it's cold,
You will send me a warm coat,
When the weather is hot,
You will bring me a cup of tea.
When you suffer, you also suffer;
When you are happy, you are happier;
When bored, you relieve me of boredom;
When I get lost, you always show me the eaves.
There is also a bluestone in the corner.
I can't remember how many times,
How many times have you covered for me at night,
How many times have you waited for me to come home under the light,
How many times have you shed tears for me?
It's just that I already know,
Spring is a happy day,
In the season of flowers blooming,
I gently, gently,
Cut one's heart and get the fragrance,
On my mother's most commonly used scissors,
Put it on the most commonly used chopping block,
Put it on wrinkled eyes and cheeks,
May she be happy forever.