Write some modern poems about family relations for your father, don't copy them.
In childhood
I am the baby in your hand.
rely on
Heaven is your shoulder.
hug
……
When I was a teenager
I am the pain in your eyes.
won't forget
Disturb the dream of dawn
Sad tune
Blow away the sad rain in the city
Your question mark figure
Pay tribute to father
dad
Be exhausted all one's life
You only have one belief.
Seek happiness for children
This is thanks to your efforts.
Family harmony and happiness
Life is getting better every day.
perhaps
In this world, only mother is good.
Not many people called for this.
because
undeniably
Dad's love for family.
No less than mom.
In the real world,
Dad is the source of family income.
He silently supported the whole family.
Without complaint
In the mind of the father of the world
Nothing
More important than relying on his home.
therefore
As a father
He is doomed to failure.
For the comfort and happiness of the family.
Work hard all your life
What a respectable and great father.
There is no love in the world.
More selfless than fatherly love
It's the sparse hair.
Silver snow line
That light blue shirt.
Yellowing complexion
Rough hand
Gazing eyes
Did you give up? Is it desire?
Father is back.
Often like a light.
Stick it in my eye.
Those big hands
This is a knife wound.
Father is back.
Often like bees.
Sleeping in my dream
Familiar and strange
Like a wild goose in the distance
never
Leave me alone.
Lonely as a tree
Looking at the sky
3. Create your own family poems, be modern. It is best to use the tone of junior high school students to "rain lane"
Author: Cui
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Out of context-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.