A poem praising dad.

According to the article, my father's style is not the same, but my father will always be a symbol of love in our hearts. The following are my father's modern poems for your appreciation.

The first one is that dad is as white as snow.

That is the flower that has fallen from the vicissitudes of time.

A bent body is a bow.

That's the energy stored by the old man of time

Hands are like wood.

That is the fruit that Shennong has given us for continuous harvest.

Eyes like yellow beads.

That is a colorful color given by God.

The tentacles of the years are crawling all over the forehead.

The river of time flows through blood vessels.

Through snow and blood red

We are growing.

It snows heavily.

You are the last piece in the snow.

Mottled red leaves

Life will run out.

You are the last star in the sky.

Tears of a meteor

Chapter 2 Being a father is hazy

father

This 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 so heavy, so heavy.

But now

father

You are a profound poem.

My son reads silently.

Tears flow gently

Dad has a festival in June.

You and I know each other well.

But maybe my father won't know.

You are still busy every day.

One's complicated affairs

You don't know that in the hearts of children

Father, what a kind and warm name this is.

You have been silent for so many years.

Outside the secular world

Live a life of obscurity.

You and your mother support each other.

Guard your love that has not turned into love.

Article 4 Dad Village is old, and the old people in the village do not forget to struggle.

The barren land is malnourished and white.

The bent father's back is hard.

The shiny plow was embedded in his father's back, bleeding.

Father is trying to save.

The dying land is getting old.

Father of rural land

This is how to live together forever.

I left one for the autumn harvest last year.

The old people in the village belong to the Wang family.

I think my father is getting old, too

I thought the plow blade was still bleeding.

The village and the land began to groan.

Old people in the village often say

This year's crops will fail. Yes

After all, fathers are going to fall, and when they fall,

Who will use plows to save land and villages?

Chapter 5 Dad's perseverance is in the ordinary.

There is no lack of strength in easygoing.

Just like the warmth and selflessness of the sun.

As wide and deep as the sea.

Loyalty and integrity, you taught me the truth of being a man.

Forgive and endure the rules of life you taught me.

You are like all the great fathers in the world.

Not good at boasting, but expressing it with actions.

Your deep fatherly love

Article 6 Dad's Road to Dad

tell me

Erected heart tablet

Will become a signpost for progress.

This road

Go on in my life.

Ordinary father

No ode

No feat

Only stories I miss.

I should have brave faith.

stand out

Go my father's way.

Show a brilliant tomorrow

Dad, your hair is gray and it's snowing.

Your body is bent. This is a bow.

That snowflake is the flower that vicissitudes shed for you.

That bow is the strength that time old man saved for you.

Your hands are slow. This is a seeder.

Your eyes are used to take pictures.

That seeder is the fruit that Shennong keeps harvesting for you.

The camera is a colorful world given to you by God.

When the tentacles of time climb over your forehead

I grew up in your white hair

When the river of time flows through your veins

I'm growing through your whole body.

When it snowed, who made the last red leaf?

At the end of life, who wants to leave you a look?