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