Poems in memory of my dead father.

The poem of missing my dead father is as follows:

1. If there is no help in the sky, Guizhi will hold up the western wheel.

2, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

6. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

7. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

8. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

9. There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

10, the sky is not old, I can't help it, my heart is like a double screen, and Qian Qian is in it.

1 1, where is the old garden? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

12, endless acacia, blood and tears, throwing red beans, endless spring flowers.

13, knowing that I miss you so much and long for the whole situation, it happened that a sickle fell on the autumn moon and I slept alone.

14, seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

15, willows are hanging on the ground and flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?

16, plum blossoms appeared several times in Jiangnan, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world.

17, the day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing is slow.

18, everything in the world is in spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?