Chapter one: Modern Poetry of Father's Day.
Father,
Is a towering mountain peak,
Hold me up with his solid and stalwart body.
Father,
This is a long ladder to the sky.
Use his height to help me climb to the top of my dream.
Father,
It's a gurgling river,
Let me fill the blood of his life and thrive.
Father,
This is a green poplar.
Protect me from the wind and rain with his shade.
Chapter two: Modern Poetry of Father's Day.
Father is a river, flowing with the years, 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 loves like a moon, ignorant and elegant,
Even in the darkest days, it can give me hope.
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.
Chapter Three: Modern Poetry of Father's Day.
If the earth is deserted tomorrow,
Don't ask your parents to stay, love is silent!
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One day I want to climb Mount Everest and stand at the top.
neglect
Fog world: covered with snow, whistling.
I don't want to run on vilen any more.
Destined to have the backbone of a mountain
The tearful river will flow through one day.
Parents are endless coastlines.
Not just where I was born.
You can see sunsets and sunrises.
In the blink of an eye at dusk
I accompanied them through the whole autumn and winter-
Rivers still nurture us.
Never exhausted. Which shoal did my father put it in?
Can birds take letters to the south without a stream?
Oh! Wheat seedlings are at high risk of violence.
cry out
Stones ripple in the heart of every tree in the mountains.
Emerging leaves looked at me and smiled.
Glance left and right
The deck was floating on the sea and smelled of burning.
The wind is mixed with the smell of sea water.
I am a nail on the deck.
Waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for the parents' lifeboat.
If the earth is deserted tomorrow,
Don't tell my parents that love is silent.
Chapter Four: Modern Poetry of Father's Day.
I'm used to your care,
Take it for granted,
Gradually forgot gratitude,
Forgot to say thank you
You made me live a happy life,
Grow up carefree,
I don't have time to be grateful,
Even put gratitude in the corner of forgetting.
Thank you
You created and protected my life.
Thank you all the way,
Gave me great pleasure.
I will taste life with a grateful heart and feel the true meaning of life.
Chapter Five: Modern Poetry of Father's Day.
Think about your back.
I find it very difficult.
Touch your hand
I feel difficult.
Unconsciously, your sideburns have grown white hair.
Quietly, you have wrinkles around your eyes.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are ten points in the sweetness of the world, and you only tasted three points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
Please be my father in the next life.
Listen to you.
I accepted the trust ()
Look into your eyes
I saw love.
Young and old, you hold filial piety in your hand.
No matter how hard and tired, everyone has a warm face.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are three points in the bitterness of life, but you eat ten points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
Please be my father in the next life.
My old father
My favorite man.
There are three points in the bitterness of life, but you eat ten points.
As your child, I haven't done enough in my life.
I'll prove it to you. You will be my father in the next life.
My old father