Poems of Father s Love, Hurry, Hurry!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a kind of love, it is wordless, it is serious, and it is often impossible to tell it at the time, however, it makes you experience more and more flavor in the days that follow, and you will never forget it for the rest of your life, it is the vast and boundless father's love.

Fatherly love is actually very simple. It's like liquor, spicy and hot, and it's easy to get drunk in it; It's like coffee, bitter and mellow, and it's easy to invigorate; It's like tea, bland and intimate, making people addicted without realizing it.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine in the spring, shining on me warmly; It was a cool breeze in the summer that blew away the heat in my heart; It is a string of fruits in the autumn that guides me to success; It was a fire in the winter that warmed my cold heart. Father's love is everywhere!

Even if you are a master of Danqing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a literary master, it is difficult to portray your father's indomitable spirit; Even if the sea is inclusive, it is difficult to encompass the love of the father and your children!

Father's love is hidden in the rough hands, which work tirelessly to support our home;

Father's love, hidden behind the stern gaze, father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel warm like spring even in the cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, so that your emotions are still pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of time.

Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, and he does not ask for anything in return; Father's love is an obscure and invisible feeling, which can only be experienced by those who are attentive.

The moment you have a thought, you are happy; To have the pleasure of feeling is to be happy; Having a father's love is also a blessing.

0 has just been a full moon, and it is already known.

00 Father, is a concept.

00 is a term illuminated by black earth and black forest.

00 small eyes looked at this big man.

00 I warmed him with the most primitive cry.

00's upper limbs and lower limbs as well.

00 Those days when they were slippery by the rain.

Father's love is like a mountain, and thoughts arise.

Down the hill is the continuous care.

Under the care, there is the warmth.

Under the warmth, there is the continuous father's love!

Lately I have often dreamed of my father, whose face seemed to be as kind as ever, and which showed forgiveness for me, and his words so gentle, as if all his painstaking intentions were for the protection of his son.

Last spring he sent me several letters, wishing me to go back with a feeling of prief, and he wanted me to say something important, a few words about land and property

But I went against his wishes and did not leave to return to my hometown, fearing that the responsibilities entrusted to me by a family would ruin my young life.

One day in May, when the pomegranate blossoms bloomed, he left the world disappointed.

Hours. Fatherly love is majesty.

I'm naughty and disobedient.

I was often beaten and scolded by my father.

went to school. Father's love is the back.

Father will do it for me every month.

Clothes and food were delivered on time.

worked. Father's love is steamed buns.

It's nagging, it's the house, it's grandchildren.

Every day in the mouth and in the heart.

And now. Father's love is the sea and the mountain.

Paternal love is silent concern.

Father's love is a heartfelt expectation.

A father's sideburns like frost.

It's my endless thoughts.

When you were a child.

My father was in a tuft of unshaved clothes'Short beard.

Although he was cautious.

But it hurts you again and again.

I can't please you.

When you thrive.

Father is a pair of big and strong hands.

Being able to hold you with one hand.

The other hand plucks the brightest constellation.

Just to see your smiling eyes in tears.

You're in school. Father is a colorful fountain pen.

Help you write beautiful words.

Solve math puzzles.

Draw a fascinating picture.

But they never care about your grades.

Wait until you are sensible.

only to find that his father had become a bowl of wine.

and a place of cigarette butts.

Your smile on him fades less.

Complaints grew.

He was silent, and he stopped when he wanted to speak.

Only the years have stained his temples white.

carved his forehead.

You're getting married.

only to find out that his father is not only the back of Zhu Ziqing's pen.

He also laughs, and he can't stop crying.

When the Father gives your hand to the bridegroom.

He returned to nothing.

Why is Father's Day always quietly hiding in the Huangmei season in Jiangnan.

Maybe it's the world's wordless fatherly love.

Season after season of rain, ...... blend in

Father bald with thinning hair.

Like the old trees of the mountains.

Only a few leaves remain from the dry branches.

The smiling father's wrinkles are connected into a string of small hills.

Looking at his father's rickety back.

Footsteps staggering.

A sadness jumped to the tip of my heart.

An old father who is about to have surgery.

Face life's challenges.

Fight the tribulations of life.

My heart was clenched into a ball of enlightened silver.

Tumble tumble tumble. The strong disinfectant in the hospital is a pungent headache.

A special taste of melancholy shrouds.

One can imagine every patient who goes through the pain of torture.

Stepping into this threshold to go through the process of the body's **.

The hospital bed is the partner of the **.

A health care professional is the prescription for the treatment of the sick.

Father is old. No longer the rising sun.

He's being horizonted.

Cut off the light little by little.