Father's poem

We have seen many classic poems in our daily life or work and study. In form, poetry is not based on sentences, but on behavior, and its branches are mainly based on rhythm, not meaning. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are my father's poems. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

Father's Poem 1 Father's Shadow

There are phoenix leaves gnawed by autumn wind on the roadside.

All this is as quiet as midnight in the cold wind.

Sadness adorns our inner sadness.

Facing the autumn wind, I left the mark of years on my face.

I saw my father's shadow from a distance.

His shadow seems to be this sad and cold autumn.

Perhaps, there is a warm heart.

It looks so warm and straight to the heart.

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

I saw my father when I was a child.

Seeing my father when I was a child

Father is a mountain.

I am a bird in the forest.

Birds can never live without the influence of mountains.

See your mother in childhood.

Mother is a blue lake.

I am a fish.

Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake.

The mountains give me a strong character.

The lake gave me water laughter.

The mountains have evolved my flying feathers.

The lake shed all the scales when I swam.

Don't go to see your father until you are an adult.

Father became a forest in the mountains.

I am tall and straight, straight into a mountain.

Mountains can never repay the kindness of forests.

Don't go to see your mother until you are an adult

Mother became a weed in the lake.

I wandered into a lake.

Aquatic plants will always cover the waves of the lake.

Father's Poem 2 Father, although you don't talk much,

But I heard what you wanted to say in silence,

I saw everything you did for me for free,

I think you're standing behind me,

Always worried about me,

Always cheer for me!

If maternal love is like water, then fatherly love is a mountain;

If maternal love is tolerant, then paternal love is leading;

If maternal love makes us feel warm,

Then fatherly love makes us strong;

If maternal love is meticulous,

Then fatherly love is silence;

Let's thank our father for his silence in sign language.

Father's poem, three leaves floating in the air,

Write a grateful movement,

That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;

White clouds are floating in the blue sky,

Draw those touching pictures,

That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.

We grew up in the sunshine of love,

We nourish the true feelings of the world,

Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;

Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;

Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;

Thanks to the campus, it gives us a harmonious growth environment.

Thanks to in my heart forever.

Father's Poem 4 Father,

Is a towering mountain peak,

Hold me up with his solid and stalwart body.

Father,

This is a long ladder to the sky.

Use his height to help me climb to the top of my dream.

Father,

It's a gurgling river,

Let me fill the blood of his life and thrive.

Father,

This is a green poplar.

Protect me from the wind and rain with his shade.

My father's poem 5 trudges in my 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 Poem 6 A cow is walking in the street of the city.

Wrinkled

In the hot sun.

The wheat field was cultivated in the lobby of the building.

On the Mars of Tobacco

Sweat flows in the deepest part of the flower bed.

There is a red paradise.

It's not a cowshed at the foot of the south wall

Wheat is piled up in the granary.

A cow with no feet walks through the streets of the city.

Full of father's footprints.

My father's poem 7 tears blurred, as if in those days.

Father is wearing a raincoat in the rain.

Thin, with a hunched back and gray hair at the temples.

The trouser legs were arm in arm and the mud was mottled.

Pick me up at school with an umbrella.

For twenty years, whenever I think about it,

Father-so quietly waiting in the rain.

Look at me running past him,

Ling, umbrella ...

Dad, you ...

The rain is cold and my daughter's heart is warm.

Recently, I often think of my father.

Tick tock rainy night

In a dream, still awake,

Dad, will it rain in the sky?

Daughter, give you an umbrella!

Father's Poem 8 Twenty years ago, you left by moonlight.

Never came home again.

I cry in autumn.

The tree that I was enjoying the cool fell down.

The wind tore me to pieces and the rain wet me.

The sunshine of poisonous flowers burned me.

I walked alone for twenty years.

Barely learn to live.

Father, now I dare to face you

Take advantage of the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

I want to talk to you.

Twenty years, I've waited too long.

Father, let's each have a Mazar.

Sit down face to face

We're not drinking tonight. I soaked in Biluochun.

Our family lives a humble and clean life.

Don't let wine make me proud.

Father, can you put away your tobacco pouch?

The days of tobacco pouch and tobacco pouch logo are long gone.

We won't dwell on the past.

There is a cigarette in a soft package.

I will give you a respected address.

You walk through the smoke.

Enjoy the present and imagine the future.

Dad, don't think I didn't pick up mom.

Mother said that she couldn't leave home and local accent.

You can't live without your own vegetable garden.

Actually, I know.

She's afraid you can't get rid of the familiar Chai Men when you get home.

Father, I say to heaven

I didn't do anything unnatural

Shame the family.

I grew up like the crops in our family.

Simple writing, easy to go anywhere.

Father, your son, I use one heart.

Try to illuminate the sun

Shine the bitter wind and rain with sunshine

Set up a rainbow for your family.

After you left, life in our family gradually became better.

Father, my daughter, your granddaughter.

Working hard alone in Beijing

I planted myself like a crop in Beijing.

My wife

I also got on the 20: 06 train.

Go to Shanghai.

Pick the jade dew in the metropolis to nourish yourself.

Twenty years after my father died.

Did you really laugh once?

Take a sip. The tea is getting cold.

Life is bitter at first.

The sun, the moon and the stars are sweet to our family.

Father, don't worry.

It was late at night and the moon rose high.

You are covered with bright Yue Hui.

Give me everything.

The road to the future

I am diligent in shouldering heavy burdens.

Accept your expectations.

Take on the warm life here

Father, look.

Ahead are steaming Cloud City and Xia Wei.

My father's poem 9 During that time, my father struggled.

It's like a mess

Cotton was scattered on the branches.

Carnivores crawl in the gray silk.

The radish in the vegetable field is dry.

Pale blood vessels are like fragments of a map of China.

Rice has matured in the second season.

Take care of yourself in the autumn wind.

These farm things pile up on your forehead.

Moistened my father's eyes

My head hurts, my eyebrows are tight and my hands are a little shaky.

Ask the doctor who wears leather shoes and rides a motorcycle.

It is said that it is hypertension, wind, possibly cerebral thrombosis.

Want to do a CT, or magnetic vibration, go to the city.

The hospital in the city is a not far but difficult place.

It is rumored that the procedures there are very troublesome and there are many people.

Waiting in line makes you dizzy, and it's expensive

The illiterate father looked out of the yard.

Eyebrows are tighter and wrinkles float.

Coiled around the old wooden tree.

Want to make a phone call, take out a crumpled book.

Touch tone display: the number you dialed is busy.

But those numbers will definitely not meet in the air.

Father felt lonely as never before.

This empty old house is like a grave.

However, there is a yellow dog.

Once upon a time, there was a male cat, but later he couldn't bear the loneliness.

The barking of dogs attracted Zhao Erniang next door.

Father felt a thrill and his heart was beating hard.

If you are not careful, you will fall to the ground.

Later, my father really had a stroke

Later, I also came back from the south.

Later, my father's leg was lame forever.

Talking is not neat either.

Later, my father looked at me with a kind of free eyes.

Just like when I was a kid, after a fight.

Later, my father became a photo frame.

But the eyes are the same as mom's.

So quiet, so quiet.

Father's poem 10 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

Father's poem 1 1 Your eyes in memory

It is God's most touching window to the world.

You can see great love through it.

There is no utilitarian color contaminated with the world of mortals.

Mountains and seas are immeasurable.

Your eyes in memory

It is the most beautiful symbol in the world.

Through it, we can see that warmth and care are spreading.

Smart and vivid is its truest portrayal.

Have irresistible charm.

20xx in the early morning of March 9th.

I hate this day.

Sudden bad luck

Let you not see for more than a year

Eyes temporarily can't see the glory of the past.

Standing in front of the hospital bed

Look into your tarnished eyes.

I can't bear it any longer.

Want to cry silently, tears like the Yangtze River.

Wet growing memory.

Father, father

You who are fighting the disease.

I am so haggard, sadness and heartbreak occupy my soul.

Stupid idea

Memory can no longer find a matching gap.

Father's poem 12 planted sweat in loess.

In exchange for full grains of wheat.

Put your worries in the smoking room

Suppress the tears of my thoughts

Treat every bend as every gratitude.

Let the pious eyes turn to the earth

Let your children climb out of your wrinkles.

From then on, the back is no longer bent.

Father China.

Implicit in suffering

Hidden in thoughts

Implicit in dignity

Maybe you are a warrior in Hanwu, Qin Huang.

Maybe you are an iron rider in Sunzu, Tang Zong.

Maybe you are a drop of water surging in the Yellow River.

Maybe you are a bonfire relic of the Great Wall in Wan Li.

Maybe you are a shining sword.

Maybe you are a hunting flag.

Father China.

You are humble but determined.

You are great but modest.

Like a raging sea

After dedicating yourself to the waves, I quietly left.

Like your gray beard.

Each one shows strength and unyielding.

Father China.

This is a pioneer cow.

Cultivate 9.6 million square kilometers of land with love.

Father China.

This is a crescent-shaped bow.

When it is full, it takes pictures of the tracks in children's hearts.

Father China.

This is a horse.

Pentium's figure carries the hope of a nation.

Father's poem 13 Father is a river, which flows with the years and tells the vicissitudes of the world.

Father is the sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky.

Father is a mountain with a strong backbone and the fragrance of earth.

Father's love is like a mountain, deep and powerful, shielding me from the wind and rain;

Father's love is like water, silent and gentle, smoothing my inner wounds;

Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my heart for me;

Father loves like a moon, ignorant and elegant,

Even in the darkest days, it can give me the light I expect.

Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, which gives me the motivation to live;

Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, which contains countless mistakes of mine.

Father's poem 14 You are a dense forest,

I am a small tree;

You are a vast sky,

I am a free-flying bird;

Dad's love is like sunshine, very warm;

Dad's love is like the moon, very gentle;

Mom said, you are a trustworthy person;

I said, you are my spiritual pillar;

Help me when I'm in trouble,

Comfort me when I am sad.

Ah! You, my dear father,

You gave me the same years;

Thank you!

Believe me, I will use my efforts,

To decorate tomorrow's glory!

Dad,

A word hidden in my heart for a long time:

That is-Dad, I love you!

Father's poem 15 father's father

Father's eyes

It's sunny spring.

Pay attention to the nursery

Warm dishes

Father. Father.

Father's footsteps

This is a summer breeze.

Flowing in the rippling wheat fields

Chasing golden times

Father. Father.

Father's sweat

It's the autumn star.

It moistens everything silently and gently.

Nutritional soybean yellow, sorghum, red

Father. Father.

Father's body

This is a mountain peak in winter

Stand upright at home

Stop the cold wind in the northwest

Father. Father.

Daiyue people in Pixian county

Father. Father.

Silent dedication

Father. Father.

Huangling's Chinese Soul

Song of Zhang Li, a man kneeling on his father's 70th birthday.