memory
Memory is like a storyteller.
In a tone full of local accents
again and again
Let me remember you.
When young
A sincere smile
When I giggled with the doll in my arms.
The way you spoil yourself.
also
When you are fighting outside.
An aggrieved and stubborn look.
You look anxious when you smoke.
Time flies.
There is not enough time (to do sth). )
Collect every smile you have.
already
Become a little old man with gray temples.
Chen is back.
Years have carved the vicissitudes of life.
the other day
Inadvertently see your back.
My heart is full of guilt and love.
shoulder pole
My father is Polish.
Bear the fate and future of children.
This is the responsibility.
Faith is over there.
The pole is smooth and black.
Like my father's face.
This pole is still a little bent.
Like the back of my father's camel.
It has the mark of vicissitudes.
The burden is getting heavier and heavier
Turn from left shoulder to right shoulder
From right shoulder to left shoulder.
Year after year.
Father used blood and sweat
Take a golden road.
Welcome children's spring breeze.
give you
nobody
oil pipe
Leave a small rope around your waist.
You can play with mud all day.
Nobody loves you.
In the old days
Emotional bond
More bitter than life
Huangtudishang
You stumbled and grew up.
seek
It's in your innocent eyes
The brightest beam of light
The purest tears
In that passionate desire
Full of faint sadness
Surging in your mind
Xin Hu bian Shang
Happy life
Farther than the blue sky
More real than a dream
exciting
You grew up without toys.
Few playmates.
Nobody knows.
Your lonely heart
Think about something
Your childhood
In the wilderness ravine
Grazing sheep at the throat
After the autumn harvest
On a cold and rainy evening
You took shelter from the rain in the wheat field.
Other people's children have gone home.
Under the orange oil lamp
Listen to this story.
You never expected it.
How much did your parents give you?
Have life
Is a lifetime of gratitude.
You are always imagining things.
silent
You are always alone.
Longing for levels, transcending mountains
tower of ivory
one day
A sparrow flew from the ground to the treetops.
You suddenly start thinking.
You decided to go far away.
There is no place for you in this small village.
You chose green wings.
You decided to be a real man.
time flies
There is no time for pity.
You were sweating like a pig.
I cried myself out, too.
Dream in the vast ocean
In your overly upright personality
Just a bunch of lonely grass.
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
No talent.
with one's lofty aspirations unrealized
Life and ideals quarrel endlessly.
Made you tired for a long time.
Life is a drama.
Life is a judge.
You gave in to the ladder.
You gave me the flame of half your life.
Give me food to keep you climbing.
In an uninhabited field
Cry, despair
protective equipment
65 years ago
You were sent to this mountain village.
Have a household registration, a family and a youth.
Tread all over the mountains and rivers here
Cultivate suffering and sow hope.
Now, you're gone
You put down your bones, soul and field.
Became the guardian of the earth
Look at the wild flowers and running water under your feet.
Watching the blue sky and birds singing overhead.
Looking at the emptiness of the mountain village.
And the occasional kitchen smoke.
Father, I'm coming.
Father, son, look at you.
Son knows where you live is lonely.
There are only hay, wild flowers and the slowly drifting wind.
My son came to see you and talk to you.
Have you recovered from the pain that tortured you?
Thrift for a lifetime, still there?
After working all your life, you should have a rest.
The willow tree in front of your grave keeps shaking its head.
Father, don't you recognize your son?
My son hasn't come to see you for a while.
You said, the wind is blowing, and your eyes are a little confused.
I know, even though I haven't seen you for a hundred years.
A father will see his son at first sight in a strange crowd.
Just like when you stood at the entrance to the village.
You can recognize the returning son from a distance
Just, are you lonely?
Will it be like those days when you lived in the city?
My eyes are full of strange people.
I can't find my son's house as soon as it gets dark.
You said there are as many lights in the city as there are stars in the sky.
Unlike in the country, you can go home when you see that familiar lamp.
You like living in the country.
There are local accents you are familiar with and local neighbors you are familiar with.
Father, you have never traveled far in your life.
I went to heaven on my first trip.
When will you come back, dad?
I know that heaven can't stop family ties.
In my dream, I saw a phosphorus fire.
Is that you walking home with a light?
My father
See you in four years' dream.
Kindness and kindness are vivid in my eyes.
Speak your mind and always knock on your heart.
Be easy-going in life and frugal in housework.
Every year is perfect, but it is difficult to be complete.
Having been a father for several years, I find it difficult to be a father.
Poor children can't sleep at night, so what is born?
I wrote a poem today to remember my father's empty regrets.
Before you
Growing up sitting on your shoulders.
Growing up in your harshness
Grow up in your sunshine
The love of my childhood clings to you and plays on your back.
I am often educated by you carrying a schoolbag.
Study hard and make progress for the college dream.
Ignorant I give up your expectations.
I think I can bear it. My tender wings want to fly.
What is left for you is infinite concern.
That year, empty-handed, I complained that I wanted to go home.
Come back when you are happy, son. There is a storm outside.
After a sleepless night, you set off early in the morning.
The motorcycle sent you back with a bright smile, filled with deep thoughts of me.
Others said with a smile, we are brothers.
Now you must sail for this family.
Wandering far away, always thinking about home.
Warm words are answered every time on the phone.
The bitterness of being outside has never been mentioned.
Time has dyed your black hair white and carved a mark on your handsome face.
Dad who has worked hard all his life, what else can I do?
I am willing to trade everything I have for your life.
To our hardest-working dad!
Father is here.
Father is in a small town in the south.
Look at you hunched over.
In and out of the cave where the air is boiling
Move those red bricks.
Colorful sweat splashed down with the sun.
The body that sweats for a long time is skinny.
You always release that bird with tears in your eyes.
Quietly leaning against the root of the earth wall
Smoke several inferior cigarettes in a row.
Silent sky and bitter clouds
Let's shake hands in pain and silence
I diluted the pure water.
Keep scattered and lonely words
Imagine the vicious sun at noon.
Brown roots and air-dried branches and leaves of big trees
A sour wave rose in my heart.
The direction and care of the wind
It is the direction where thoughts and regrets can't be sent.
Oh, how to face the eyes you expect
On a delicate and fragrant moonlit night
Imagine what you can meet but you can't ask for.
Then I shed tears of shame.
Your spring hug and clear love
I can't pay it back in my life.
You always say that you miss your son and family.
And the growth of rice and wheat.
These words are like warm raindrops.
Moist sentimental eyes
Then let me catch your sweat.
Seize the transparent flame of life
Extending in my happy blood
summer
It is this hot summer.
My wife and daughter went to visit my father together.
My old father.
Poverty in rural areas
There is no hope of burying my father.
Father is still the same.
Work hard, rain or shine.
Listen to mom, and dad will finish his meal.
You can also eat three steamed buns with white flour.
Drink two bowls of gruel.
My heart suddenly gave birth to a lot of joy.
Father doesn't talk much.
Yes, I just said that.
If it's too tight outside
I reserved two rooms for you at home.
I don't know what I can do for my father.
I have entered the age of no doubt, thanks to my father.
So concerned, so troubled
Father is like a big tree, always wanting to leave a shade for his children and grandchildren.
It is this hot summer.
My wife and daughter went to visit my father together.
My old father has only one eye.
A little boy.
Father is in his hometown.
Work at sunrise and return at sunset.
Father is in his hometown
Black land
Sprinkle with sweat
Throughout the year, spring crops and autumn harvests.
year after year
A repetitive and unchanging rhythm.
Father's face, road
Deep wrinkles
As if it had just been plowed.
Black land
What's left is a long ditch.
They all say that father does farm work.
He is a good cook.
Catch up again
Good weather, good year
Mothers often put their children's
Care, written on the face
Fathers always treat their children kindly.
Missing, hidden in my heart ...
My father loved it all his life.
Kaoliang liquor in hometown
Tired from work
Sit on the ground and have a drink.
be bright in the eye
Patches of red sorghum.
be bright in the eye
Pieces of golden soybeans
Drunk too.
Follow my father in the sunset
That rickety old cow
homeland
Trekking in one's native land
In an eternal position
Looking for criss-crossing fields.
I finally finished reading it.
Blood relationship between soil and life
So he used a pot of old wine.
Capture the idea of communicating with the soil
Many rough stories
Settle down in wrinkles
That lame old cow at home
Release the spring breeze faithfully
The stars and the moon
Always on my father's shoulder.
Swing around
Green's journey of analyzing disasters
Grow old with my father's face
Sunlight enters flowers and becomes fruits.
Father's comfortable thousand-meter wave
Shake the mountains
The bow-shaped figure reveled in the purple round table.
Father's wrinkles
Deep wrinkles on your face
It is cultivated by shiny plows and hoes.
The blue veins on your arm
Born for the changing situation
You have white hair on your head.
It is the condensation of countless winds and frost.
The flame is still beating in your heart
It is the prosperity of the harvest dream.
Didn't brew good words
Sincerely praise your love mountain.
Did not accumulate enough deep feelings.
Eliminate your fatigue and pain.
But I always want to perfunctory.
Only faint ink marks are left on the white paper.
I forced the clumsy pen away.
Beating annoying mosquitoes.
Oh, my father!
Did you sleep well tonight?
I can clearly hear your heavy breathing.
I finally woke up my long-lost nerve.
Pale walls, pale lights
Reflects my pale soul
The shabby old house in my hometown
There is a skinny, hard-working man reclining.
On a simple table
Picked up a poor man with tears in his eyes.
Father is gone.
Father is gone.
The window to greet me is closed from now on.
It also precipitated my hope.
Less than 70 sunrises and sunsets.
Frozen into a long-term memory
Condensed tears
Carve the trace of time in your heart.
You have propped up a happy world for us.
I haven't seen you since.
You carry the hope of your children.
Ride a bike before dawn.
The thin body melted in the deep mine.
We have enough food and clothes. How much sweat is dripping from your back?
Your palms are covered with hard calluses.
Touched my head.
Pat my ass.
Now I can't feel your sweetness anymore.
Remember that time?
You're afraid something will happen to me.
I can see how late I get off work.
The figure of dad waiting at the crossroads
The last days are teetering.
Step by step on the child's heart.
No matter how hard you try.
An abominable disease has taken away your body.
ruminate over
be all tears
Dad, your whole life
Only dedication is not helped by children.
If there is an afterlife, let me change places with my father.
You will be a daughter.
I will be the father.
So that my daughter can feel your love for us.
Where dad is, I am there.
Now you and mom are gone.
A new grave has accumulated all the sadness.
From then on, I miss my heart.
It's another Father's Day.
How can I tell you my blessing?
Pen and tears.
The missing words are all wet marks. ...
Godhi Banna Sadharana Mykattu
I walk in the distance
seek
forward direction
At the beginning of the road
There is a hazy figure.
Like a lighthouse
arouse
Every footprint I walk through.
I walk in the distance
chase
The appearance of spring blossoms.
At the beginning of the road
There is a stalwart figure
Like a bright lamp
Shining on me.
If there ever comes a day when
I'm lost.
I can still follow the light.
come back to me
Where you came from.
What about you?
My father
Has been quietly behind me.
voicelessly
Give me the greatest strength.
I became the last straw.
Crushed you.
It should be tall and straight.
year
One knife and one knife description
In your face.
The pain in the cone
I can't feel
I'm not with you.
Walk in the distance
What else do you remember?
This is what you looked like when you were young.
I always thought it would be like this.
But I don't know how to steal my face when I'm ruthless.
Where I can't see it.
Like a father
Step on the rain lane
A long mist
Bridges and flowing water in Jiangnan
Like a mother's warm arms
Let me miss it.
Reluctant to leave
Look up at the mountains
Hard rocks are rugged.
Solitary smoke in the desert of northwest China
Like my father's harsh reprimand.
Don't blaspheme.
Full of awe
You will always remember your mother's tireless persuasion.
But do you remember that when you were confused, your father's deep eyes gave you firmness.
You will always remember your mother's concern and consideration.
But do you remember when you were confused, your father supported your strong arm?
Father loves deeply.
Without words, it supports all beliefs.
Like thick loess
Steady our hearts.
For us standing on this land.
Having sex all my life.