In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with poetry. Poetry is full of rich emotions and imagination. What kind of poetry is classic? Below are the classic poems I have carefully compiled to thank my father for Father’s Day. You are welcome to share them. Classic poems to express gratitude to father on Father's Day 1
Thoughts on Father's Day
On that day, it was noon,
He said, a dragon flew over our home.
That day, the sun set in the west,
He said that the last flower bloomed in the west wing.
Let go of the bondage of the clay pot,
He said, tired.
On the hospital bed in the main room,
The fragrance of flowers filled his stubble.
Stroking the delicate pistil,
He said, he couldn’t let go.
He is our dad.
He lowered his head and built a wall, saying that the cold wind would damage the flowers.
He looked up at the sky, longing for the sunshine to give birth to strange things.
He worked hard late at night and listened to the flowers singing.
He is a master of painting, but he laughs and praises my graffiti.
A ray of morning glow flew over the sky.
The gorgeous rosy clouds could not dye his white hair red.
The flower did not bloom in any strange way.
He said it was already very luxurious.
Peach trees are red and willows are green, and the news of spring has been delayed in arriving.
The noise of cicadas on the branches gave me a boring summer.
The sparse tung trees and heavy clouds cover my autumn coolness.
Even through the cold winter, I am still lingering under your wings.
The sky collapsed instantly.
The dark paper is flying over the yellow sand that blocks the sun.
A crow from the Song Dynasty sits on the soul-inducing flag.
His calloused hands,
holding the flowers in his hands.
When the wind blows, he blocks the sand for me.
When it rained, he took me to see the clouds in the south of the Yangtze River.
The night is so dark, he said, don’t be afraid.
The festival is here, he said, go home quickly!
But where are you now?
My dad! Classic poems to express gratitude to father on Father's Day 2
Father's Day
Standing in a strange foreign land
Showing the vicissitudes of time
In this father During the festival days
The emotion of longing
always gives people a sense of desolation
Scenes of the past
Longing becomes scattered. Fragments
Your silent face
Warm shoulders
Difficult experiences
Hard work without regrets
Your smiling eyes are full of warm love
Don’t dare to forget us
You left quietly
Taking away the support of your children
Taking away the smiles of loved ones
In the empty night
The sadness of longing arises in my mind
Being with you Meeting in a dream
Why
You have become a passing guest
Through the watery moonlight
I can vaguely see you in the distance
Memories brought up
Why are there a wall
Looking through the shallow moonlight
But there are only traces of your walking Father’s Day Classic Poems to Thank My Father 3
It’s Father’s Day again
My father never knew it
Just like he never knew fatigue
Father
How many times have you missed our dinner together
How many times have you quietly left my dreams
Recalling your hands that have been doing farm work all your life
The tenderness that caressed my face
Your strong body
Also How many times have we fallen down because of us
Father
I suddenly smelled a strong smell of loess
No, it was a smell from The strong smell of man emanating from your body
My eyes were captured by tears again
Father
It flows in my veins With your blood
Father
It’s Father’s Day again
Have you received another blessing from me? Father’s Day Thanksgiving Father Classic Poetry 4 < /p>
On a sunny day with calm breeze, a young man stood on the shore
Looking at the paper boat stranded in the river branch
The same stranded leaves were surrounding him one after another
Little crucian carp jumped up on the river surface, eels with long beards slept on the transparent water bottom
, so many wandering things witnessed the failed voyage
The leisurely river flows like a dying pond
Without wind and waves, the adventure of the paper boat will always be difficult to realize
The troubled young man is full of tears, in his dream
Blaming his old father, a pair of old manly hands
Folding the delicate paper sailboat has made him very embarrassed
A fairly smart man , never knowing where he went wrong
He understands the child's concerns, because he also spent his short youth time, but it is a habit spread in the village
All paper boats are only stocked in seemingly flowing ponds
No one has looked downstream for many years, and other people’s villages are growing downstream
The boy is still standing on the shore, like A stray young goat
Gazing at the green grass all over the mountains and fields, I felt a thrilling panic
Maybe staring can make the river surge, maybe the heavy rain will break the dam
Perhaps the strong wind will uproot the trees, but who can bravely step onto the tree trunks and drift into the middle of the water in their sleep?