The shorter the hymn in praise of the father, the better, thank you

1.Father: There is a holiday in June.

You and I are very familiar with each other.

But maybe the father will not know.

You're still busy every day, every day.

I have a thousand things.

You don't know in the hearts of your children.

Father: What a sweet and heartwarming name.

For so many years, you have always been silent.

Outside the world.

Living his own life in obscurity.

You and your mother support each other.

Guarding your love that does not become love.

Like two red willows in the desert kingdom.

Like two old pines on top of a high mountain.

You are in the midst of humiliation.

One day at a time, the seeds of love are sown.

Let the young and childish child be in the midst of increasing suffering.

You grow old.

The hair is getting grayer and the waist is getting more and more arched.

Time is cold and unforgiving.

It robs you of your youthful beauty.

On such a peaceful night.

But I was in the dark, with my eyes open.

I want to make my poems.

Fly in the sky.

I want you to stop frowning your brow.

A smiling face that makes you sweet and happy.

All year round it shakes in front of us.

You never tell me about your troubles.

For I am your daughter (son).

You've never let me see your tears.

Because you don't want me to think.

You are weak and incompetent.

But in every night that thinks of you.

I want to say it to you.

I love you so deeply my father.

Your joy is my joy 2Hoes and scorching sun.

In August becomes under the eaves.

Idle scenery.

The wilderness of my hometown.

August Crops that my father tended with his life.

Beads of sweat for him.

Make an objective summary.

A good harvest is within reach.

Corn grinned.

Sorghum is shy and cramped.

These characteristics are like those of the father.

Purely genetic. My father.

He is the father of the crops.

He was relieved and emotional.

The heaviness of the harvest.

February-August.

Distance on the calendar.

It's not far away. But the father.

A father who has been bent over sixty years.

A cane with a farm implement.

It's a hard trek.

My father couldn't sit down.

Fast car.

Arrive at the finish line. Every calendar from February to August.

All have the deep footprints of their fathers.

Because he carries us on his shoulders.

Great agriculture.

How to praise your father.

This strain puts food and food and clothing.

Gift our crops.

Let's compare him to a painter.

Because a friend who is engaged in art said.

The sunflowers in the picture of my father's harvest.

than Van Gogh's work.

No less impressive.

The poems about praising the father are as follows:

1. The official has empty pockets and cold sleeves, and talks about selling paintings to accompany the court's meal. The most ashamed of Wu Yin's money is thin, and he gives a few orchids to Qingfeng. ——From Qing Zheng Xie's "For the Second Daughter Suitable for Yuan's Works".

Meaning: After being an official for many years until he was dismissed, he still had empty pockets, and he usually only relied on selling paintings to make ends meet. As a father, I am deeply ashamed that whenever I can buy a dowry for you, I can only draw a Chunlan picture for you in person instead of the dowry.

This poem fully demonstrates Zheng Banqiao's image of being upright and having a clean breeze on his sleeves, he is so poor, but he is full of integrity, and he really deserves to be a great father.

2. The ancients left no stone unturned, and the young and strong kung fu began to grow. On paper, the final auspicious thoughts are shallow, and I never know that I have to bow to it. ——From Song Lu You's "Reading on a Winter Night".

Meaning: the ancients spared no effort when learning knowledge, when they were young, they worked hard and spent more time, and when they were older, they became famous and famous, and the knowledge in the books was not deep enough after all, and they needed to practice more and experience more to deeply understand the mysteries. This poem was written by Lu You to his son, earnest teachings, reflecting the greatness of father's love.

3. The white hair is covered with temples, and the skin is not solid. Although there are five boys, it is always difficult to write and write. Ajin Pishu is twenty-eight, lazy so there is no match.

A Xuan Xingzhi learns, but does not love literature. Yongduan is thirteen years old, and he doesn't know six and seven. Tongzi hangs nine years old, but looks for pears and chestnuts.

Luck is like this, and it goes into the cup. ——From Tao Yuanming's "Responsibility" of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Meaning: The white hair is full of temples, and the skin is not strong. Although there are five children in the family, they are not good at studying, and Ah Shu is sixteen years old, and no one can compare with laziness.

Ah Xuan has reached this age, and he has no intention of studying. Ayong Aduan is thirteen, and he still doesn't know six and seven. Tong'er is nine years old and will only look for pears and chestnuts.

If the destiny is really like this, let's not theorize about wine. This poem expresses the father's long-cherished wish for his son to become a dragon, and also reflects the father's great fatherly love for his son.

5. There is grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, and the door is closed when you go out all day. Every time you think about the flesh and blood in the sky, come to see the wild man and pity the descendants. ——From Cao Ye's "Beiguo Idle Thoughts" in the Tang Dynasty.

Meaning: My house is covered with grass everywhere in front of and behind the mountain, and I go out all day long, and the door of my house is closed. I always miss my own flesh and blood but I am far away, so I have to come out to see how the old man in the village enjoys the joy of family with his children and grandchildren.

This poem expresses the author's longing for his own flesh and blood, and although the language is simple, it is full of strong fatherly love.

Write poems in praise of the father as follows:

1. The official has empty pockets and cold sleeves, and talks about selling paintings to accompany the court's meal. The most ashamed of Wu Yin's money is thin, and he gives a few orchids to Qingfeng. ——From Qing Zheng Xieqi's "For the Second Daughter Suitable for Yuan's Works".

2. The ancients left no stone unturned, and the young and strong kung fu began to grow. On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. ——From Song Lu You's "Reading on a Winter Night".

3. There are two swallows on the beam, male and female. Between the two rafters of the mud, one nest gives birth to four children. The four children are long day and night, and the sound of food is diligent.

Green worms are not easy to catch, and there is no saturation period for yellow mouths. Although the claws are desperate, their hearts are tireless. It takes a lot of time to come and go, and I am afraid of hunger in the nest.

After 30 days of hard work, the mother and thin chicks gradually gained weight. Muttered words, brushed sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead to the branches of the garden.

Raise your wings and don't look back, and fly with the wind. Male and female chirped in the air, and the sound was not returned. But into the empty nest, chirping all night sad.

Yan Yan'er should not be sad, and you should think about yourself. Sir is the day of the chick, and when he flies high and carries his mother. Parents read it at that time, and you should know it today.

From Bai Juyi's "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

4. The white hair is covered with temples, and the skin is not solid. Although there are five boys, it is always difficult to write and write. Ah Shu is twenty-eight, lazy so there is no match.

A Xuan Xingzhi learns, but does not love literature. Yongduan is thirteen years old, and he doesn't know six and seven. Tongzi hangs nine years old, but looks for pears and chestnuts.

Heaven is lucky, and it is in the cup. ——From Tao Yuanming's "Responsibility" of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

5. There is grass in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, and the door is closed when you go out all day. Every time you think about the flesh and blood in the sky, come to see the wild man and pity the descendants. ——From Cao Ye's "Beiguo Idle Thoughts" in the Tang Dynasty.

6. The spring rhyme enters the garden, but the kindness is strict but the voyage is far away. Who is protecting the remnant red, ask the wine to the sunset. ——From Ji Daliang's "Mourning Spring".

7, outside the court, Mei Lan welcomes distant guests, and Yan Jun returns to Judah? Orange and yellow fruits trolling branches. His eyes were like a father's smile, and his eyes were full of tears.

The fragrance of laurel flowers in March fills the courtyard, and the monkeys are teased together. Family love stays forever. The yin and yang sound is broken, and the geese are sad.

From "Thinking of the Father".

8. The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolate geese mourn all over the sky. The god form is tired of the red dust and cold, and the body is only buried in the snow. ——From "Seven Laws (New Rhyme) Injury".

9. The lotus hoe is out of the thatched hut, and the moonlight is white and the stove is like a vegetarian. Over the sound of rain dripping through the forest, the day is good fog and dew. The east is still not light, and the road is shining brightly. Unconsciously the sound of the cow, startled the double egret. ——From Yuan Zhongdao's "Chao Ploughing".

10, the world is full of Yang Hua in May, and he thinks of his father every year. It seems that the snow has disappeared all its life, and the flowers that love flowers for half a lifetime are scattered. - From "Thinking of Father" (new rhyme).

1. Father, it was you who told me the right path when I was confused and frustrated; It was you who sang songs for me when I was lonely and lonely; It was you who brought me cups of steaming milk when I was restless; It's your ......I think it's not too late for me to find out all this, and I will follow my father's teachings more in the future! I think, this time, I really read father's love!

2. Sitting on his shoulder, he can always see far away; When I was sensible, my father, a stubborn bent pine, only then did I realize that my weight was so heavy and so heavy; And now, Father, you are a deep poem, and the son reads it silently, tears flowing softly.

3. Now that I have grown up, I no longer naively think that my father does not love me. He loves me, but he doesn't say it. He needs to take on the responsibilities of a father and be responsible for the family. My father's deep and selfless love is what I have engraved in my heart.

4. My father used the decline and aging of life to make a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, and a bit of father's love, accompanying me every day and every second, and accompanying me for a lifetime. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will not be poor in her life.

5. Father's love is like wine, which does not weaken with the loss of time and years. Father's love is like a stone, standing firmly by my side to protect me, so that I will not fall again and again on the road of life.

6. Father's love has no cliff, and father's love is like the sea. Father's love will be with me all my life. If the mother is water, then the father is a mountain, tall and mighty, maybe sometimes we don't need a lot, maybe sometimes we get bored, but the father will always be there, quietly waiting for us to return to the reincarnation family.

7. Father's love is a mountain! It will give me the strength to crack potatoes when I am difficult, it will give me direction when I am confused, it will give me confidence when I am lost, it will congratulate and alert me when I succeed, and it is the mountain that supports the great shore of my life!

8. On the road of life, I am like a small car, and my father uses his most special fuel, fatherly love, to add energy to me and make me leap ahead. My father, like a driver, controlled me and kept me from going astray.

9. 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 wanton seller is inclusive, it is difficult to encompass the love of your father and children!

10. Father's love is like a mountain, tall and majestic, which makes me afraid to climb; Father's love is like the sky, rough and far-reaching, so that I look up and pity my heart and dare not howl; Father's love is like a river, slender and endless, so I dare not set foot in it. Fatherly love is deep, great, pure and unreciprocatable, yet paternal love is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable. A father's love is majestic, silent, melancholy, and profound.