Fatherly love is silent and not easy to find.
Father has taken on too many responsibilities for his family,
Father made great sacrifices for his family.
Fatherly love can't be expressed in words,
Fatherly love needs to be understood with heart.
Father buried the hardships and bitterness of life in his heart.
Bear the desolation in the rain,
Father and wife also worked hard to hold up the sky overhead.
Difficulties, depression, selfless care,
Give comfort and consideration to children.
Rough and harsh, people dare not recall,
Be strict with children.
Fatherly love is very simple, because it is full of expectations for children;
Fatherly love is respectable, because it is selfless dedication;
Father loves greatness because it is the pillar of the family;
Father's love is selfless, because it is always expressed silently.
2. A poem praising my father, looking at my thin back,
Stretching out in the sunset,
A burden that cannot be removed from someone's shoulders,
It's responsibility, it's strength.
A drop of water on the crescent moon,
Quietly across the face,
The calluses on my father's hands,
It's a wound in my heart.
After a morning and a night,
These geese go to the south and then return to the north.
Father's waist gradually bends,
Grow old.
In the moonlight,
A casual glance,
Only to find that,
Father is old,
With silver hair,
And I,
The wings are getting bigger.
(original)
3. Self-organized poems, my dad Chapter 1: My dad Author: My bra looks at the distance. His eyes are like white cloth. The moonlight shines everywhere. His eyes were hidden among the stars for several nights. His back is like a thin corn seedling stuck in the wind with night bugs. His sigh looked at midnight. My dad has no lips and eyes, only his back, which is spread out and burned out. Under the dark window, my mother held the flame, buried her eyes and said nothing. My father, you were drunk before me, drunk on a sad night, my father, looking at the distance ... Chapter II: My father is very rustic. Author: I despise flowers. My father is very rustic. Every time I walk in the street, I talk loudly to people I know. My father is very rustic. Every time he eats banana peel, he always likes to throw it around, no matter what occasion or place. My father is very rustic. Every time he chats with us, he always likes to say something that makes me laugh and confuses us. Every time we pretend to understand, he nods. My father is very rustic. Sometimes he always likes to eat our leftovers. My father is very rustic and always likes to wear some worn-out clothes. We hardly see anything new until he is too old to find out that my father is not rustic, which is great. Chapter III: My father Author: Sunflower, when I came, he saw me and was very excited. When I can talk, he will call me dad, he will happily hold me on his head to show off to others, and when I can walk, he will lead me around the world. When I was at school, I lay beside me every night and taught me to study hard. When I am in trouble, I will stretch out his generous hand and touch my head, telling me the story of the ugly duckling. When I am wronged, he will stand up to him for me like a big brother. When I was injured, he always took me to the hospital as quickly as possible. When I want to cry, he will hold me in his arms. When I have an argument with him, let me wipe his clothes with tears. Tell me with his eyes who is right and who is wrong, moisten me with his love and let me grow up step by step. He gave me great love and made me the happiest person in the world. He, my father-my favorite person Part IV: My father Author: I was carried out of my mother's stomach by a pair of warm hands, which belonged to my father. I sleep with them every day. They are my father's. I was moved by a pair of warm hands. Those hands are my father's. When I was led by a pair of warm hands to learn to walk, those hands belonged to my father. I was held on my father's shoulder by a pair of warm hands. When I was sent out to school by a pair of warm hands to make money, those hands belonged to my father. When I was raised by a pair of warm hands, those hands were my father's. Those hands are my father's. They are big hands full of warmth and bring me happiness. Article 5: My father is a spade. Author: Sun Jinglun My father has a name, but almost no one seems to ask him for a convenient nickname-spade, which belongs to an urban tribe. He and his partner are unsightly streetscapes. Dad has no money to smoke, and car exhaust can be enjoyed for free every day. Dad seldom takes a shower, and the pouring rain is a free shower. Those dusty places are the posts he fought for. Those dirty and heavy jobs are his only choice. No one knows that they are also flesh and blood. Dad, who lives in a dilapidated bungalow, has to go up and down the stairs of other people's homes hundreds of times a day. Wounds and supercilious eyes seem unable to hurt his dignity. He took a lame stray dog home and bandaged it, and gave him half of the food in the bowl. He was angry once, when he dragged me out of the Internet cafe yesterday. One day, he cried while painting someone else's new house of 200 square meters. The news of the Sichuan earthquake was broadcast on TV. He stuffed the newly settled ten-day salary into the donation box on the roadside. The news was reported on TV, and it became a topic of conversation in the streets of this city. A migrant worker who asked not to be named donated his own money. I saw my father in the classroom. I am no longer ashamed of your modesty. I cried your forgotten name in tears.
4. The original poem "Grateful for Parents' Love" expresses love for parents.
You brought me to earth.
Teach me how to walk through ditches when I grow up.
You introduced me to the world.
When it is freezing, put my hand in my arms to keep warm.
You weave with love,
Every stitch and thread is the love you quietly spread.
If I am a kite, you are the string that pulls the kite;
If I am a boat, you are a lighthouse or a harbor;
This is fatherly love, this is fatherly love.
She is as soft as water, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain!
Flowers can wither, but the sea can change fields.
But the love of parents will stay in our hearts forever!
Not original, I hope it will be useful to you.
5. Anxious fatherly love is a crutch, which makes us fall less in life.
Fatherly love is a good word, let's make a correct judgment.
Father's love is sunshine, which makes us grow up healthily.
Father's love is music, which makes us live happily.
Father's love is a candle, silently dedicating itself to us.
Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain;
Father loves like rain, washing your soul for you;
Father's love is like a road, accompanying you through your life.
When you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone;
When it is dark, father's love is a lamp;
When tired, father's love is a bay of life water;
When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar;
When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance. Father's love is as deep and broad as the sea.
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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.
Now, the grown-up little tree wants to say to his father:
You will always be my big tree