Please give me a poem about this. Thank you

Father. An ordinary name.

There is perseverance in the ordinary.

Father. An easy-going image.

Significant strength in easy-going.

Father. A silent appearance.

Silence hides love.

Father's love is a towering mountain.

Generous and majestic. A paradise that supports her daughter's lifelong beliefs.

Fatherly love is a sea of affection.

The vastness is endless. It stores love, longing and hope for her daughter.

Fatherly love is an ancient vine.

Perseverance. Entwined with tolerance, care and longing for his daughter.

Fatherly love is a book.

It is full of the vicissitudes of time.

It will take a lifetime for a daughter to understand.

Loyalty is your soul.

Integrity is your personality.

Steadfastness is your nature.

Steadiness is your style.

Forgiveness is a virtue that you have passed on to me.

Can't forget. When I was a child, you carried me on your shoulders.

Wish I could see a world far away.

Can't forget. You rode my way to school and taught me.

I longed to be able to let my dreams fly.

Can't forget. My daughter went away from her homeland to study.

You use your big warm hands.

Press my shoulder.

Passed on to me.

Can't forget. A faint smell of tobacco on your body.

And your mellow liquor flavor.

That's the taste of fatherhood.

You are not as gentle as your mother.

But he hides his tenderness deep in his heart.

Under your wing.

I'm maturing day by day.

Step by step to success.

I prayed sincerely.

Father. Be your daughter in the afterlife.

Let me always be bathed in your mountain of fatherly love in this life and the next.

A father's love is like a mountain.

Homesickness in the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Categories: Culture Art.

Problem description: There is a sentence in it: How to thank you, when I walked to you, I originally wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole autumn.

Analysis: How can I make the shed thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to harvest a seed.

But you gave me the whole fall.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you, my pants slippery and exciting.

I wanted to pick up a wave of spray.

But you gave me the whole ocean.

Let me socks thank you for it.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to pick up a shoot.

But you gave me the whole spring.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to kiss a snowflake.

But you have given me a world of plainness.

Thanksgiving Mom.

The mountains are not as high as the love of a mother;

The sea is not as deep as a mother's love;

Heaven, without the love of a mother is vast;

earth, without the love of a mother;

The sun is not warm without a mother's love.

Mom, you gave me life and taught me how to be a human being.

The passage of time can make ** full of wrinkles, but in my mind, you will always be the youngest and most beautiful mother.

No matter what the future holds, I will always love you.

The dew on the grass was round and bright, and it was the light given by the sun.

The days of May, half brilliant, half brilliant, that is where the spring breeze walks.

Our happiness is the smile on our mother's face;

Our pain is the deep sorrow in our mother's eyes.

We can go far, far away, but we can't always get out of the square of our mother's heart.

I don't want to mention your meticulous treatment of me, and I don't want to mention your hard work for me. Because it is always unknown, it can never be written, it can never be caught.

May you enjoy a little relaxation happily in this day that belongs to you, and make up for your hard work this year.

Poems of gratitude.

Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a song of gratitude:

It was the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourished it;

The white clouds are floating in the blue sky, painting touching pictures, which is the gratitude of the white clouds to the blue sky that feeds it.

Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship.

Because of gratitude, we understand the true meaning of life.