Praise my father's poem and recite 1 Father's Love.
I can't forget the happy scene of father and daughter together.
I can't forget the worry on your forehead when my daughter comes home at night.
I can't forget seeing your daughter off to school.
I can't forget how many times you have sought medical advice for your daughter.
You are not as gentle as your mother.
Yueming, you keep your tenderness deep in your heart.
Under your wings, I long to fly.
You accompany me to inspire lofty sentiments in the storm of the world.
Hello, Dad.
No matter what water it is, Qianshan, even if the wind and frost are exhausted.
The bird is tired, and it is in her daughter's heart.
You will always be my safest harbor.
Poetry recitation praises father 2 father
Father's love is a mountain,
This is a river,
It's rain, dirt,
Invisible oxygen,
It's a drawstring that pulls into the scapula.
A unicycle going uphill,
Deep and shallow marks on the boiling road.
Father's love is eternal,
It's magnificent,
It's 24K pure,
But often more silent than maternal love,
And more shy.
Father's love is muffled thunder,
It seldom rains and winds,
This is a white-haired Rubik's cube.
Do your best,
Right behind you,
Invisible eyes,
You must listen with your conscience and soul,
A tacit entrustment ...
We grew up,
My father is old,
Years have carved vicissitudes on his face,
Time has eroded his hair.
On the road of our growth,
Father is also playing different roles,
Sometimes a teacher,
Teach us the truth of being a man;
Sometimes my brother,
Enjoy playing with us;
Sometimes friends,
Have a good drink with you.
I made you angry,
Hit me and hurt you;
I was timid and hesitant,
You gave me courage;
Without too much,
Every word is filled with deep love.
Dad, maybe my whole life,
I can't find anyone who loves me as much as you and mom.
You are taciturn,
But carefully arranged everything for me;
You never talk about love,
For me, it is endless tolerance;
You are willing to work hard for me all your life,
The only thing to worry about is,
But I'm afraid I can't find it
Someone who can take care of me and care about me like you.
In the blink of an eye,
Time flies,
He is really old.
His youth,
With our shouts,
Rush by;
His energy,
When we were toddlers,
Wear gradually;
His tenacity,
With our strong growth,
Get thinner slowly.
He gave us all his love,
He spent all his energy on us,
He did everything for us,
However, he didn't ask for anything in return, and he was heart and soul.
In this world,
The most intense and brutal competition outside,
The person with the heaviest burden on his shoulders,
It's dad.
The loneliest person in the world,
It's dad.
Dad, I think,
Just like you hold my little hand,
Hold your big hand,
Accompany you all the way, stop and go.
Today is Father's Day,
I want to tell you loudly,
May health always accompany you.
-Dad, I love you!
Singing a poem in praise of father's recitation 3 Father
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 his 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.
This pen name is-farmer.
Ploughs, pickaxes, poles
-This is the pen they insisted on.
Natural, true and clear
-They are pursuing poetic nature.
Get rid of poverty, get rich and get high yield
-is their persistent artistic conception.
They collect wind, rain and sunshine from the sky.
Spread thick paper on the floor.
A rough palm full of calluses
Drink the backbone of the feather with a bow.
Dai Yue's star style.
Thick ink soaked with sweat and hard work
Create a chapter on planting and breeding.
Write the fragrance that nourishes and warms the world.
Rivers, Castle Peak, Sichuan and Yuan Ye.
This is their powerful vocabulary.
A garden fruit tree, a ridge of vegetables, a piece of cotton mulberry.
It's his neat lines.
Those heavy fruits and golden ears of rice.
Those plump corn sorghum, those strong chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep
All these are published in the monthly magazine Earth.
Poetry Reading Praise Father 4 Dear Father
Dear dad
You created this family.
Then he created me.
You hold my hand.
From yesterday to now.
Ah ... my dear father.
You are the person I admire most.
Ah ... my kind father.
You are my future idol.
When you drag your tired body
End the day's work
When you walk into this home that belongs to you.
What you care about most is whether I come home from school or not.
Your love is a mountain.
Broad-minded, accommodating hundreds of rivers!
Your love is an umbrella.
Protect us from wind and rain and keep us away from disaster!
Your love is a boat.
Carrying us, riding the wind and waves, sailing to the harbor of love!
Ah ... dear dad.
I love you!
Poetry recitation in praise of father 5. Father is gone.
Father is gone.
Buried in the hill
I went to see him at the autumnal equinox.
His good friend also went.
In another cemetery.
I think they just had a drink.
Father's grave is ochre.
A sunset, unwilling to leave for a long time.
In childhood
In childhood
My father and I are related.
He walks very fast.
I'm right behind.
White tennis shoes
dazzling
Father said, "Have a rest?"
I said, "Not tired."
plait
That kind of pain has always been in my heart.
Father stretched out a rough hand.
Comb my hair.
Small wooden comb, hidden in his palm.
He is in the middle of left, right and right.
I can't help but say it hurts.
Father quickly let go of his hand.
A few yellow hairs, as desolate as ever.
photograph
Last year, we took a family photo.
Father smiled happily.
Forever, the only commemoration.
Watching, my father came to me.
My familiar and strange father
Reading father
A father is a father.
I have never read it.
Never thought about it.
Everything about him
Now he is silent.
Like a tree.
Or a well
No, he is nothing.
He is a gust of wind.
A big or small wind.
Praise my father's poems and recite 6 reverie of Father's Day.
Text/grassland gale
I have lived a childhood dream.
You can vaguely smell the refreshing fragrance of the soil.
It was accompanied by the creaking growth and jointing sound of rice seedlings.
Then who is sobbing?
Who left him in the dark?
He raised his face in horror.
It's full of tears and snot.
Years later
On a bumper harvest afternoon
Full ears of rice lie in the sun, shining with attractive Phnom Penh.
It is your hard work.
And traces of farming
In your struggling world
I still remember your firm footsteps.
Once confused
Smells of love and pain.
Smash us to pieces
During the long sewing time
I stumbled along.
You're still answering the phone.
The care that once suffocated me
I know
This is a gap that is difficult to cross.
I want to use my mature hands now
Fill up the sadness that once brought you.
Or, build a bridge that belongs to us.
Each other's hearts
Warm every cold winter
Poetry recitation praising father 7 Father's Day without father
Author: Jiangnan Post
Lift up, some trembling hands.
Touch it carefully, Father's Day is close at hand.
I sent a message to my brother saying
However, let's go back and have a look tomorrow.
This is a Father's Day without a father.
My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone.
Illness has bent his father's body.
Erase from our hearts
In the corner of the old house, there is a sickle without a handle.
It's already rusty.
However, some memories.
Like a pipe from my father.
As the smoke rises,
At night, I slept in that bed again.
This is the bed where my father slept.
I slept, too. I slept in my childhood dream.
I dreamed again, sitting on my father's shoulder.
I only think gently, and my hand touches the sky.
I don't want to wake up, or hope
Dreams are endless.
Although the sky is always bright.
My dreams always wake up, too.
But I'd rather use
Kerosene lamp half core, look for it.
Father is waiting in the bullpen. Go and listen.
The call of a calf after birth
Oh, Father's Day without a father
How can I sleep well?
On such a night.
I always put my cheek, which is good.
Cold tears
Quietly, enter the dream.
Become my father's familiar expectation.
Sing my father's poems and recite 8 "Thanksgiving".
I'm used to your care,
Take it for granted,
Gradually forgot gratitude,
Forgot to say thank you
You made me live a happy life,
Grow up carefree,
I don't have time to be grateful,
Even put gratitude in the corner of forgetting.
Thank you
You created and protected my life.
Thank you for being with me all the way,
Gave me great pleasure.
I will taste life with a grateful heart and feel the true meaning of life.
Praise his father's poems and recite 9 "Father's October"
Corn skewers are woven vertically.
Enjoy the sweet sunshine
Little sparrows are dancing happily.
Singing on the tail of autumn
The sickle leaned against the corner.
Breathe out the fragrance of soybeans.
Father rocked in the rocking chair.
The face is covered with the halo of the sun.
Blurred eyes and eyelashes
Deep wrinkles
Divide a face into multiple regions.
The soil under the ploughshare is fragrant.
Father's shovel is busy.
The clods were broken and the fields were leveled.
Father said that the land is a child.
Clean him up.
Grow big fruits.
Autumn rain fled to the earth with wheat.
Pieces of pale green malt.
Like green tulle
Gradually become my father's student.
The hope of paving the way
Poetry in Praise of Father: Reading 10 Father is Old
We come from the unknown world.
Then grow up in warm arms.
When I first opened my eyes,
Except sunshine and color.
I also met a great person.
Swing your arms and stride forward.
Carry a barbell and an axe.
We call him father.
A god who seems to be omnipotent.
From then on, we are no longer afraid of thunder.
Not afraid of lightning and darkness
Not afraid of storms
Everything depends on it.
As long as he is around.
When we grow up,
This godlike father has retired from all aura.
He is timid, he is melancholy.
He is silent and tolerant.
I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, wind and rain.
I am also afraid of secular chaos and strife.
He was very brave before.
Because we are too weak.
Like a nervous and angry bison.
It will also drive the lion away.
All courage comes from love.
Due to the protection of fragile life
Father, actually, it's just
A wall to keep out the wind and rain
Trees sheltering from the scorching sun.
This is food for three meals a day
Is a powerful traction hand.
This is a lamp and a road sign.
His energy is constantly transmitted to us.
With your eyes, not your skin.
When all this is done.
Father is old.
Praise Dad's poems and recite Dad's Rice Bowl 1 1
Khaki rice bowl
inside
With decades of blood and sweat.
also
The weight of the whole family
The relentless passage of time
Navan
It's slowly turning yellow.
The edge has also been scratched by years.
one day
Still the same job
Like that
It's light yellow, too.
anxious
It also flows in it.
Bowl bracket
No, this is what the old man looks like.