Write father's modern poems

Writing my father's modern poems 1 Father is my call deeply buried in my heart.

Heavy and sad.

It is an expectation and a dream, until now.

But it turned into regret.

This is the music that he has been looking for.

Someone who can understand him.

It is a piece of snow, and every step is certain.

Character makes it.

However, I am still ashamed of my father.

Father, you are my lifelong regret and regret.

Tears string up again.

This is my gratitude and joy.

It's my remorse and remorse again.

Numerous scenes flashed through my mind.

The moment of memory,

There is a door of life between us.

I just miss it. My father,

A book that will never be finished.

But I can't help writing.

Father's departure. The end point is also the starting point.

Father, too common a title.

But calling him out is really heavy.

Writing father's modern poems II. Father is old. Have a hunchback

I rode that.

Father, please forgive me.

Forgive me for taking the knife as soon as I hit the ground.

Chasing you all the time.

Carve flowers on your face

Father, please forgive me.

Forgive me, every year

Chasing you with snow in your hand, make up your mind

Dye your hair with it.

Father, you will hear.

The bells of heaven and the cries of relatives

I won't chase you then.

I am in front of your kindness and humility

Kneel down

Postscript: My father came to my house yesterday and I was sad to see him getting old.

20xx-x-x

I have been writing my father's modern poems for so many years.

Deep in my heart

A sensitive word was buried.

-Father

Circular mound

That is my distant memory of my father.

hear about

Just me.

Father is very excited.

Encountered misfortune.

Although I am very young.

At my father's grave

Gentle hand

Lighting firecrackers

Scratching but not afraid.

How reluctant

first day at school

The teacher asked my father's name.

How reluctant

Classmates chat.

Talking about father's topic

Every few years

My father's grave was destroyed by me.

Gather higher and bigger

That's not enough.

I planted two more trees.

Sharp and green

Waiting day and night

I don't know why.

Circular mound

Often appear in dreams

Especially after I became a father.

Note: I heard a Buddhist poet write his father's words at the music and poetry recitation in the studio of Changde TV last night, which touched the string in my heart.

Write his father's modern poems. When he was alive.

We seldom

Have something to talk about

After he died,

We have less.

Have something to talk about

What we talk about most is

He said that he had supper.

I said, oh.

Now cross the soil

Mouth is like grass.

move

But I still didn't shout out the word father.

I'm afraid when I shout it out

He will also respond kindly.

Write his father's modern poems. 5. Praise his father's poems.

Each has its own scenery.

Characters in lonely love

Full of warmth.

There is love in severity.

Strong and sturdy

insist on

It is a towering tree in our childhood.

It's the mountain when we grow up.

Dear father

Daughter appreciates your literary talent very much.

I admire your excellent vision.

Although I have only been in an ordinary post all my life.

But in my heart,

Your talent, your ability

Has led thousands of troops.

Dear father

You were my childhood hero.

It is also my spiritual pillar when I am an adult.

You always give advice to children when they have problems.

Every time it's because of the power of your words.

Let's cross the heart again and again.

Dear father

Because of your subtle influence

Children also have strong personalities.

Face all the ups and downs calmly.

Self-esteem, self-reliance and self-confidence

Live with gratitude.

Dear father

Daughter, don't worry anymore.

I just want to go home with you often.

I hope you are happy and healthy.

Quietly listening to you talk about that beautiful youth.

Here comes the candy. Here comes the candy.

This family is so warm.

Writing father's modern poem 6 is this hot summer.

My wife and daughter went to visit my father together.

My old father.

Poverty in rural areas

There is no hope of burying my father.

Father is still the same.

Work hard, rain or shine.

Listen to mom, and dad will finish his meal.

You can also eat three steamed buns with white flour.

Drink two bowls of gruel.

My heart suddenly gave birth to a lot of joy.

Father doesn't talk much.

Yes, I just said that.

If it's too tight outside

I reserved two rooms for you at home.

I don't know what I can do for my father.

I have entered the age of no doubt, thanks to my father.

So concerned, so troubled

Father is like a big tree, always wanting to leave a shade for his children and grandchildren.

It is this hot summer.

My wife and daughter went to visit my father together.

My old father has only one eye.

Young son