When I was a child, my father was the backer of our happiness
The shield when we played pranks
The Baidu where we answered questions
We were the apple of my father's eye
The hope of my father
The handy boy of my father
When I grew up, we were the shadow of my father
. The life of Huan
is also something my father is proud to talk about
My father is the treasure of our family
Our mentor who strives for the world
And our unpaid housekeeper
No one in the world
sows to us like this
Never asks for the harvest
Years of attachment
Never changes
.
In fact,
Father is never tired for us
How much do we repay our father
Ask ourselves
Why do we, as fathers,
treat our children
but not
treat our fathers like fathers? Modern Poem 2
Clouds floating all over the sky
are brewing a torrential rain for your loss
My heart is flying into a cuckoo with hemoptysis
Singing a sad red color for you
My admiration for my father
is forever fixed in the cemetery on the other side
You are buried in the cypresses and pines
A sad sigh
Missing has become that since then. My shoulders
carry on my childhood ignorant enlightenment
once you used simple truth
to pave the way for my ethereal childhood dreams
once you used words and deeds
to guide my youth to be a man
once you used profound knowledge
to illuminate my youthful future
your thick hand cocoon
to tell the story of the years when my children grew up. Your teaching
protects the direction of your children's voyage
Your soothing words
strengthen their determination to work hard
Father, father
You are the warm sun in December and the cool summer
You are the sun that never sets in your children's hearts
Come back, father
Over the mountains
Come back from the distant world. > stepping on the starry night
coming from the quiet and distant kingdom of heaven
touching my silky long hair
kissing my flowery face
calling my nickname
packing my luggage for a long time away from home
pointing out the maze of my future life
Let me tap your shoulder
Holding a fresh fragrant tea
. Will you please go again?
Don't leave this spring-filled day
Don't leave Sun Mantang's home here
What a pain it was!
You left us so quietly
The death definitely made life extremely painful
Father, father
When the daughter arrived at your side
All the family ties were scattered at the end of the dust < Carving my daughter knows what eternal pain is
burning paper money in the underworld
flying white paper kites
pinning my endless memory on my father
The world and the kingdom of heaven are out of reach
How can a bowl of loess block blood ties
Father, father, I know
That shining star in the night sky
must be a deep blessing in the kingdom of heaven
. The wind
must be an immortal concern in your heart
No matter how many spring, summer, autumn and winter you walk through
No matter how many days and nights you spend
You are still the majestic mountains in your children's hearts
The bright rainbow is a modern poem on your father's topic
When I was a child,
I snuggled up to your chest,
Your strong muscles.
You always prick my beard,
You always make me laugh.
My little hand is holding your big hand, and
I'm walking on the road.
When we grow up,
You and I have less words,
Do we have a generation gap?
now you have lost your head.
Your back,
is so thin.
Your hand,
The veins are wrinkled.
looking at you,
I want to stop talking.
I choked back,
secretly shed tears.
My father,
You are always worried.
Just because I am your child,
you will always be a pet in your heart. Modern poem 4
Father's Love
is a song
This song
reaches to the heart
is not sung lightly
Father's love
is a painting
This painting
hangs in the heart
does not dazzle the eyes
Father's love
.
The sky will not fall
Father's love
is a river
This river
is sometimes rough
but more often
it is calm and soft
Ah
On this festival
Let's drip this river again
Take a look at this mountain
Look at this painting. Really understand
the greatness of father's love
You will really understand
why did the once strong body finally bend into a lean bow
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When I was a child
My father was
a warm smile and strong arms in the photo
on a winter night
. > after entering school,
my father is
the mark of my body when I am angry
and deeply blames myself
in silence
with beautiful fonts and poems
after growing up
my father is
in the morning
in a hurry and with a broad back
in the dark
anxiously waiting and wandering uneasily < My father is
the luggage handed over on the platform and the silent silence
the constant exhortation and hard-to-hide pride in the letters
but now
my father is
the sofa
full of silver hair and intermittent snoring
my heart
always practical and endless happiness
. He accompanied me to grow up, and he is the most important person who has left a mark on my life. You will find that the more people around you, the easier it is to be ignored. The more precious the feeling, the easier it is to be forgotten. At this moment, the memory of my father is like a segmented film. As time goes by, my father's image has changed from a tall mountain yesterday to an old tree today, but at any time, he (father's love) is the best gift from God, which makes me feel practical and happy. Modern Poems on Father 6
In the past, when my father came home, he had to bring a bulging snakeskin bag
which contained clothes that our family didn't wear. All kinds of daily necessities
This time, I only carry the black leather bag that he has been carrying for decades
It is full of medicines for treating cardiovascular diseases
In the past, my father always took the No.11 bus to the bus station or the railway station
This time, I have to accompany him
Because in recent years, I have found that his words are getting less and less
His feet are getting less and less. P > His eyes are not as bright as before
His mind is not as clear as before
It's not my fault if I lose it in the wrong way
In the waiting hall of the railway station
We sat opposite each other
I found that my father was really old
All my white hair came up and squeezed the dyed black to my ear
To the ticket gate
All I had to say in my heart was condensed into.
There's only one stop to your hometown county.
As soon as the car stops, you should hurry down.
Through the thick glass door in the waiting hall.
My father followed people to the west of the platform with a black bag.
It got smaller and smaller. It's getting smaller and smaller
as if from old age to middle age, from middle age to youth, from youth to childhood
The road at the foot is getting shorter and shorter
It finally disappears in the crowd
The train suddenly sounded its whistle, like a sharp knife
it scratched my heart
Then the train started to move. The speed of moving
is so slow
it seems that my father is overloaded
and it seems that there is a person clinging to my father behind it. 7
Your face is still so clear in my memory
I miss you, my father
I finally know my thoughts in this stuffy June season
I want to cry
. Words that also make people desperate
can make people burst into tears instantly
can make people feel so sad that they can't breathe
Father, I miss you
The indifference of family and cool thin
make me miss your integrity and righteousness even more
In those days, you gave yourself up for your beloved family
If you see them in heaven today, they are so heartless
. How cold and sad the meeting will be
Kindness. How can you think that your favorite child
is so helpless after you left
I miss you, my father
but I can only miss you deeply in my heart
Your love is a pain that I will never forget
The happiness that you carried on my shoulders
gives me enough reasons < That torch is called kindness
Although you haven't had time to wait for me to grow up
, in every point of my growth,
your love is branded everywhere.
Father, I miss you.
Really, really, I don't want to cry.
However, tears are always so disappointing.
Clouds are misty, the moon is shining, and you still can't get out under the moonlight. I can't help asking myself silly questions
If you are here, my life will be completely different
If you are here,
I won't lose so much again
Although you are just an ordinary father
Although you are simple and honest, you don't even say much
I know that you are the eagle that covers the sky above us
Whoever hurts your children, you. Xu
Maybe you have devoted all your true feelings
You have long been forgotten in the fleeting dust by a numb heart
Maybe what you have done is insignificant
There is no great achievement that we can be proud of
But do you know, father
There is no one whose image will be bigger and more magnificent than you
The abundance you have erected in the hearts of your children. On the occasion of Father's Day, I would like to dedicate this article to the fathers in heaven and wish all fathers in the world happiness and well-being! Modern Poetry on Father 8
It's seven years since my father died,
My father is a craftsman;
I worked hard all my life.
his kindness; Kindness
is something I will never forget.
wind and rain hit; Desperate;
desperate.
Seeing the fading twilight,
Autumn wind has taken away your voice and appearance forever.
long thoughts; The soul is as transparent as water.
Look at the familiar figure in the photo;
I will often think of it; Father
inculcated before his death.
It is said that fathers love mountains; Love is boundless.
my father; No, besides.
filled me with feelings;
my father died suddenly; He died with infinite
remembrance and longing ...
full of regrets.
before his father died; I was told that
I must take good care of my mother.
I will remember; Take care of your mother.
My mother is tired all her life;
it is not easy to raise me.
when my father left;
I am extremely sad .......
When the ocean of the mind plays the role of earthly sorrow,
the beat of the heart can guide your broad mind.
close to you;
holding the bright moon hanging in the heart sea.
talk about the cold years.
I'm listening to you again from the lost years, and
I'm looking back earnestly.
long language; Continuous ...
Father;
My daughter is thinking of you ... A modern poem about my father 9
An old man sat under the bridge
There were some money in a small pot in front of him
Mao Mao corner
His face was wrinkled
and his eyes were muddy
much like my father
before he died
I took out the bag
.