Poems about pillars

Don't say it easily

It will be too inaccurate

There is a language

Don't talk about it easily

It's ordinary

It's extraordinary

Don't say it when you are drunk

Don't say it when you are talking

Internal injuries are the most painful place

Being a father's eyes.

In the twilight,

Father

is a mountain

Sitting on his shoulder

He can always see far and far

When he is sensible,

Father

is a stubborn crooked tree

Only then do I realize that

my weight is so heavy. So heavy

and now

Father

You are a deep poem

Son reads silently

Tears flow gently

Father

A blue sky

A mysterious green mountain

A quiet and deep vast land

People and nature

. The string of the earth

is plucked by fathers' lithe steps, but it pops up as the swan song of life

Sweat flows in the canal dug by the years

The blue veins standing out are the Great Wall built by strength

The spirit of Yugong moving mountains extends from here

The moonlight moistens this quiet night

The running water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue. Father loves

We also love our father

but it's not the same as father loves us

Our love is a stream

Father's love is the ocean

Dewdrops on the precarious grass

Round and bright

That's the light given by the sun

April days

Half brilliant

Half brilliant.