What poems describe "when a son grows up, his father gets old"?

Author: Huang Shuang? Modern Times

Yesterday, my father took my little hand.

Walking on a country road

Now, my father has been holding his grandson's hand.

On the country road

Pretend to trot

Oh, my father is old.

Years of wind and frost accumulation

How many rivers did that face leave?

Father is old.

A banyan tree as old as my hometown.

Huge branches and leaves

Send summer wishes to children and grandchildren.

Father is old.

As old as hay blown over by autumn wind

A window that stands by.

Looking at the sun in the west.

Look at those migratory birds returning to the south.

Step on the running water under your feet

Just like when I was young.

Looking forward to hearing from my father.

Like a father

Looking forward to my return

Father is old.

Big enough to hold mom's hand.

The road to happiness

A figure in the distance

This is my long-cherished wish for many years.

Walking with my dear people.

My father is old.

Text/Minjiang Xiaoge Modern

Years are too heavy.

Father's back is bent.

The pace is a little slow.

Very old, father

It used to be a day at home

When I was a child, my father

If you don't go home as soon as you get on the bus

Sister in law can't sleep well.

Far away, seeing my father come back.

Cheer all the way

Used to be the big tree in the back.

Once stood still in the wind and rain.

It's a little shaky now, but the root

But it is deeply rooted in my heart.

Stumbling in the back

Father, really old.

Go home occasionally

Don't make me do anything.

Just listen to him quietly.

Is his greatest satisfaction.

In my impression, my father is always unsmiling.

When I was young, I always thought

Father looked serious.

I am old now.

Carved with wind and frost and Cang Sang's face.

Smiles often appear.

It turns out that my father can laugh, too

A pang of pain surged into my heart.

a long time

My proud father all my life.

Your time

How much longer?

3. Father is old

Author: liv? Modern Times

Autumn fields

The sunshine is always so bright.

Father with a hoe.

There will always be a few coughs not far away.

Then light a cigarette.

The cool breeze is full of wrinkles.

In the slow time

The harvested land is getting lighter and lighter.

Empty.

Waiting for the wind and frost to hit.

Father is old.

Hard bones of ice and snow

Like a dimly beating lamp in the distance.

I only heard the sound of hoes.

cough

Father squatted on the ground.

I stood on tiptoe.

Climb along the back like my father's mountain

Small trees grow into big trees.

A bunch of fruit.

A warm dream full of countless tears

Just sing songs from my hometown

4. Father is old

Author: Dora Doshan? Modern Times

Father is old, like a withered lotus.

Bend over in the years

Everything in front of me is blurred.

Asked me at midnight one day

"Is it morning now?"

Once I walked in the bathroom for half an hour.

He can't find the door out.

Father who is digging in the field.

Workers who calculate soil moisture every year.

My mother took me to school with a bag of millet on her back.

My father is always in high spirits when there is a temple fair.

Teach my children that more than half of the three words are wrong fathers.

Where have they all gone?

After that, I rejected this album.

Refuse to look back at everything.

But how can I refuse my dream?

And the little flying knife that I laughed at in my dream

5. Father is old

Author: Ruhe? Modern Times

Father is old.

A wrinkled bronze face

Like a bloody maple leaf in late autumn.

Burning my blurred eyes

Father is old.

Silk and silver hair

Like snow in winter

Cold makes my messy heart contract.

at once

Disease makes blood flow.

It seems to have swallowed up my whole world.

at that moment

The air has solidified.

Mount Tai is about to collapse.

hill

That pine tree nourished by years

Stand firm and bite your teeth.

Finally propped up the sun of life.

although

Only a little light.

therefore

Father saw the sun again.

but I ...

Become a permanent old man