Urgent poems in praise of fathers, which should be slightly longer, and celebrities should have the

"The Father".

Busy traffic through the city.

Walk through the colorful streets.

I still can't forget my hometown.

The fields of Qianmo are vertical and horizontal.

The father squatted on the ridge with a cigarette roll in his hand.

Smiling at the rice ears and flowers, listening to the frogs singing like a song.

A bamboo basket overflows with the aroma of rice.

A trickling stream.

Chanting, the hope of the four seasons.

Sunlight rolls with beads of sweat.

Falling into the grass. Father got up and looked up.

A wisp of smoke bent and bent.

The ridges of the fields stretch straight into the distant ......

The Man Pulling the Car

A flock of ducks, two acres of land.

Three thatched huts, four small flowers by the pool.

By the fence, there is a smiling woman with a round face.

This is a man's home.

The days are like clouds, flickering and thickening.

Trembling slightly, makeup adorns the man's sideburns.

Dressed plainly, it's simple.

Sweet and sour, vicissitudes of life, and it is just chai rice vinegar tea.

Many of the roads traveled were planted with rice.

Thin wind, thin rain, but strong youth.

Blooms into a large, bright flower.

The mountains slept, and the stars and the moon slept.

On the silent earth, a man.

Pulling the cart, he ......didn't say a word

Nostalgia sits in a corner of the park.

The boat travels through the shade of the willows.

The wind swept gently.

The surface of the water is sparkling and clear.

Like a small river in my hometown.

Once again, my gaze coincided with the scene of my childhood.

My daughter is doing crafts.

Pinch an angel with wings.

Symbolize yourself.

A dead leaf falls on his forehead.

I pinched an autumn sun in a rice field.

A metaphor for the vicissitudes of life.

Pinch a bunch of cherries from your hometown.

Implicit in the ups and downs.

Through the sparse autumn leaves, soft waves.

Like a father's tired gaze.

The footprints of my father were all handed over to the night.

I molded and pinched and pinched and pin

But he couldn't figure out his father's appearance.

June 16, 2007 (dedicated to Father's Day, hastily).

Praise of Father's Hymn 1: "Father's Love".

Your deep gaze swept across the sea and air, skimmed across the sea and air, and went into the distance.

You turned into a mountain, endlessly, endlessly, casting my aura!

In the wind and rain, you hold up a piece of the sky, just climbing, just climbing, bless me well.

In the sea of misery in life, you hold up the beacon of faith, rudder this life, rudder this life, give me the way.

Hymn in Praise of Father II: "Daddy".

I'm going to search the ends of the earth to find the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

To my most beloved person, he is my father.

Help me learn to walk, teach me to speak.

When you hear me call me the first Daddy, your face is smiling.

This immature voice provokes you to boast to the whole world.

From now on, you are not afraid of wind and rain, and from now on you will give me a warm home.

I'm going to write a letter home and tell him the truth that there is one greatest man of all, and that he is my father.

He always sends away the morning and ushers in the sunset, and he is always busy with autumn and winter and works hard until spring and summer.

Wrinkles crawled all over his cheeks, and I eroded him like a moth.

He is supporting me with love, and I am all his concern.

I have a tall back in front of me, and that is my father who loves me.

I want to search all over the cape, and I want to water the most beautiful flowers with my heart.

I'm going to take my guilt with me again and let Dad accept what I have given him.

Hymn 3 in praise of the father: "The Back of the Father".

Father's back.

So thin. Helpless children in need of care.

When to start.

My father is no longer great.

Since when.

The father's voice was no longer loud.

Since when.

My father's footsteps were no longer steady.

Since when.

My father grew old.

Father, why do you always leave me on my back?

Father: Why are you afraid to communicate with people.

Father, my father.

I wish I could see you smile.

Father, my father.

My only hope is.

You can be healthy. If you can.

Exchange all I have.

Your health. Father, my father.

Don't leave us without a father's love.

Okay, praise the father's poem four: "Father's love for a mountain".

Have you ever thought about it.

When you come to earth and let out your first cry.

Summoning the midday glow.

Sprinkled with the heart of the father.

Father loves a mountain.

Have you ever thought about it.

When you first call out Daddy.

The spring rain is like rain.

Tears are wet for the father's clothes.

Father loves a mountain.

Have you ever thought about it.

The moment you take the first step of the stumbling one.

Out of the world, the right path leads to the clouds.

Thorns are cut down for you by the Father.

Father loves a mountain.

Have you ever thought about it.

When you cross your eyebrows and speak coldly against your father and leave home.

The summer sun is too hot to beat the cold in winter.

Dusk is the Father, and he looks only at the sky.

Father loves a mountain.

Note: My son came to earth at noon on a winter day.

My son left home in the middle of summer.

Dusk means that the father is over middle age, and his body is injured and old.

One side of water and soil, one piece of sky.

You are a sign of the times.

When we don't want you, we miss you.

Woohoo, how many wishes are still unfulfilled, and how many blueprints are still unfinished.

Your figure is like a majestic mountain, like the bright moon.

Oh, history has not carried you, and everyone is talking about you.

Father's ballad [Hu Bingyan].

The son is cong and the father is wide, the son is happy and the father is at ease, the son is rich and the father is intoxicated, and the son is sad and sad.

The son cries and the father is soft-hearted. The son is strong and the father's heart is strong, the son is loose and the father is relieved, and the son is difficult to be father's heart.

Zi Rui's father's heart, Zi Qin's father's heart is happy, Zi Fall's father's heart is broken, Zi Lazy Father's heart is cold.

The father is tired and the son is not pity, the father is cold and the son is not warm, the father is sick and the son is not seen, and the father and the orphan son are not noisy.

The father and the son are not dusted, the father is not dusted, the father is hungry and the son is not asked, and the father and the son are letters.

The father is poor and the son turns his face, the father and the son finish picking out the money, the father turns against the son, and the father and the son don't care.

The father loves the son, the son has two eyes for the father, the twenty-four filial sons need to read, and the filial piety of the loving father is the first.

Poems in praise of fathers are:1. Thousands of loves, thousands of hardships, who do you know my parents? "Children's Language".

2. What is it to be without a father, and what is it to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

3. But he did not teach it himself, and he obeyed his father. - Liu Zongyuan, "Wei Dao'an (Dao'an tastes Zuo Zhang Jianfeng......）

4. The hakama anvil is moving, and the parents are singing. - Guan Xiu's "Shangsun Envoy".

5. Father and son are more supportive, and there is no blood in the blood. - Liu Zongyuan.

6. If the father and brother are in one place, let the old man be on the side. ——Liu Jia, "Ten Songs of Tang Yuefu." Lebian Man".

7, the father and mother pity the slap, but the foolish laughter is embarrassing. - Lu Tong, "Shi Tian Ding".

8. The father has returned to the grave before the day, and he has divided the ** to fight for the house. - Guan Xiu "Difficult to Walk".

This is the work of a painter Lu De'an, "Father and Me".

Lu De'an: Father and I.

We walked side by side.

The autumn rain has taken a break and the last shower of rain.

It's like a lapse of time.

We walked in the intervals of rain and rain.

Shoulders are clearly pressed together.

But there was not a word to say.

We've just come out of the house.

So there is not a word to say.

This is the result of living together for a long time.

The sound of dripping water.

Like a thin branch broken off.

Like a plum blossom in winter.

Father's hair.

It's all white, but it's almost like a soul.

People can't help but be in awe.

It's still a familiar street.

Familiar people should raise their hands in greeting.

My father and I are both indescribably gracious.

Walking peacefully ......

In the blink of an eye, he is also in his twenties, and his handsome father has slowly become old, especially in the past few years, because he has been away for a long time, so every time he goes back to see his father, he feels that he is a little older than the last time they met, and he is anxious and uncomfortable.

I once chatted with a friend, and I was asked what I planned to wait for a few years of development, and I said go home. My friend didn't know what was good for the development of his family's small county, but in fact, in my heart, the main purpose of going home was not for personal development, but to be able to stay with my parents.

No matter where we go, there are many roads, and we only have one father and one mother. The remorse of the tree wanting to be quiet and the wind does not stop, after all, it is too powerless, so in the limited time of life, try to accompany your parents as much as possible......

1, "Father".

One side of water and soil, one piece of sky.

You are a sign of the times.

When we don't want you, we miss you.

Woohoo, how many wishes are still unfulfilled, and how many blueprints are still unfinished.

Your figure is like a majestic mountain, like the bright moon.

Oh, history has not carried you, and everyone is talking about you.

2, "Written to Father".

It's all about the wind. Can blow stones apart.

It's all about rain. Can corrode steel.

It's all about the years. It can bend your spine in a snap position.

Only the finch comes from your will.

Indomitable. Thousands of grinds do not change.

Provoke the whole family.

The weight of a lifetime.