A season of father's ignorance
In my eyes, you are a solid wall.
Can shelter from the wind and rain
Can prevent cold and keep warm
Let me feel it.
From the heart of tenacity.
At night.
You are the widescreen in my eyes.
Spring planting and autumn harvest
It is hot in summer and cold in winter.
Bend down the busy waist
Loop play
idle time
You are used to using that double backrest.
Quiet thinking hand
Touch my long hair
Pinch my tender shoulder.
The warmth comes from your palm.
flight of time
Years have turned my hair white.
Wrinkles are all over your thin cheeks.
The back is no longer as wide as the wall
The palms are full of calluses.
Can't touch my high head.
The dust in early spring is flying.
You don't know where to go.
Eyes full of haze
Full of human vicissitudes
Daughter is willing to be your bell
Watch the sunset in the west with you
Rain, snow and wind frost
My daughter is old enough to take responsibility.
at home
Your laughter echoed everywhere.
Immature panic that year.
No more hesitation with you
The morning sun rises
My eyes are full of tears.
Stay on both sides of the road
Waiting to be your crutch
Smile like summer
Go to the other side of the distance together.
When my father was hazy
Father is a big mountain.
Sit on his shoulder
Can always see far, far away.
Be rational
father
This is a stubborn bent pine tree.
Only then did I find out.
My weight is too heavy, too heavy.
But now
father
You are a profound poem.
My son reads silently.
Tears flow gently?
The third article "Father's Poetry"/Mo Yi
Father is a staunch poet.
He dedicated his youth to the frontier.
He refused the call of the distant mountain.
He faded the aura behind him.
Put down the steel gun and pick up the pen.
Bare feet
Parallel to the muddy path.
Two rows of deep footpits.
One line is full of poverty, and the other line is full of sadness.
Look at that lifeless hill
Looking at the low and shabby adobe house.
He took advantage of the sharpness of tiles.
In the wilderness of the atrium
There was an earth-shattering spring thunder.
He wants to use a pen tip.
Inhale the gentle breeze.
In a poor hometown, change the poverty in your hometown.
Father is a wise poet.
He never waits for the light to come.
Always catch the lightning in the wind.
He likes to stand in front of spring.
Conceive the sound of holding flowers.
He used seeds to create a poetic mood.
He used the rhythm of the river to express his feelings.
His boldest brushwork.
This is a highway extending in all directions.
His roughest branch
This is a bridge that runs through the north and south.
His strongest feelings
It's the eyes of a child flying with wings.
He has a pot of strong liquor, which is his most vivid reason.
He has a pot of dry cigarettes, which is his most vivid language.
He used a blue smoke ring.
Beating the ever-changing sky
Let spring, summer, autumn and winter obey his creative peak.
Father is a diligent poet.
He has a big dictionary.
Wind, rain and lightning intertwined with cold and heat
Sunshine is the image of his totem
Soil is the scene of his writing.
He deconstructed hieroglyphics.
He interprets it by changing the scene.
He wrote about the sweet love between peach blossom and pear blossom.
He wrote about the happy marriage of strawberries and tomatoes.
He described vast fields and mountains.
He wrote a symphony of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.
He has a pen that is always broken.
He has a pair of shoulders that won't be crushed.
Year after year, year after year
One is carrying the faint morning light, and the other is carrying the crowded starlight.
Father is a successful poet.
He has keen eyes.
He can dissect the scorching sun and remove hidden shadows.
He can strip away the night and find the light of imprisonment.
Every time he gets pregnant, he finds another way.
Every expression he makes is expanding and innovating.
His works are not only local but also original.
His style is not only natural and environmentally friendly, but also unique
Whenever his new book is good at winning the game alone.
He popularized these technologies.
Whenever his works are well known.
He passed on his skills to the villagers.
30 years of hard work and 30 years of prosperity.
Their works are endless.
Their rewards are endless.
The villas that have sprung up in every household are a monument they are proud of.
Men, women and children can't help smiling faces, which are their proud medals.
Father is a great poet.
He is just an insignificant village official.
But there is a pen name that the world admires.
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