Thanksgiving and nostalgia for the poems of the deceased father, and the verses of the deceased fath

Verses in memory of my deceased father:

1. The words are strict and tearful, and the liver and intestines are painful after years of hatred. He Kan's father and daughter have a short relationship, and they have a long history of unresolved years. The impermanence of the world is determined, and life is uncertain but impermanent. Sad tears are clear and rainy, and the dust is cold.

2. The loving father Chongyang has been sleeping for a long time, and tears are like springs every festival. He has been honest and loyal to the party all his life, and he has served the sages in seven ranks. The responsibility lies in the shoulders to support justice, and the red heart is bold and bold. Now the soul has returned to the immortals, and only the name of the British has been passed down for thousands of years.

3. The grass in front of the father's tomb is shoulder-to-shoulder, and he has been sleeping in eight ponds for forty years. Every year at the Qingming Festival of Lights, worship my father in tears.

4, Duanyang has passed Father's Day, Wanyu Siyan sued Miluo. Five years of dreams, one side is cold and worried. Heaven, are you old and healthy? There is harmony in the world. Sacrifice Zongchun Ting tears and memories, and teach his children to sing children's songs.

5, Yan's father passed away for nearly six years, and he came back to his dream last night; Tears are full of emotion, and the feeling of missing relatives is difficult to let go. The good soul of Xitian is there, and the kindness is boundless and as deep as the sea: the son wants to be filial and does not wait, and he returns halfway in this life.

6. In front of the tombstone of the father, the verdant protects the heart. Thinking about teaching, expressing concern, remembering and persuading to learn and seek difficulties. Strong and not afraid of hardship, frugal and always happy meals. The bright moon knows that Jun has gone, and it is still cold in the middle of the night.

7. The wind, frost, rain and snow are sent to the thatched court, and the eighteen bereaved relatives guard the filial piety. Tenants collect grain to chase the sun and the moon, and sew clothes to make a living with the stars. Thrifty and diligent ancestors, ploughing and reading heirlooms. The fairy shadow of the crane paradise is there, and the branches are luxuriant and remember the merits.

8. The cold festival is full of family shadows, and it has been more than a few years since parting. Looking at the mound to mourn his father's heart, it is difficult to return to the bridge in the fairy township.

1, "Mourning Spring" (Five Uniques).

Spring rhyme into the garden fragrance.

Kind and strict, but sailing.

Who will protect the remnant red.

Ask the wine for the sunset.

2, "Farewell Father".

The wind and rain are raining.

It is the new scenery of the world.

Heaven's edict.

Senhata is my father's soul.

3, "Thinking of the Father" (Seven Uniques).

I want to green mountains and start my father.

It's hard to say goodbye to the family affection of the prosperous world.

Since then, it has been slow and renewing the ninth night.

Goodbye to the sound of the dream of a few more.

4, "Thinking of the Father" (Seven Uniques).

The spring thunder is vigorous.

It is difficult to believe in the Nine Realms of Mercy and Strictness.

When will I plough the land again?

The third watch dreamed of silent tears.

Ancient poems about my father, ancient poems about my father, verses of gratitude to my father, ancient poems 5, "Thinking of my father" (seven uniques).

Drunk with wind and rain, drunk with relatives.

It is difficult to be filial and want to break the soul.

It's a pity that homesickness is understandable.

A few times I dreamed of Xinghua Village.

6, "Yongmei" (Seven Uniques).

Who is rewarded for the beautiful plum and proud snow.

Alone erected harsh winter falls nine fangs.

The years are traceless, and the old is often remembered.

I don't feel that the cold wind is long.

7, "Homesickness" (Seven Uniques).

The breeze is drizzling and autumn is cool.

Still holding the pipa to the candle wound.

I only hate family affection and have nowhere to complain.

Ask you when the sun will go down to Chiyang.

8, "Seven Memories of the Father" (new rhyme).

I often think about my father's inauguration, and quit drinking and smoking for the sake of the tree.

Leave any body lightly, and go home and feel sweet.

9, "Remembering the Birth of the King's Sun".

The dead branches are still borrowing spring green, and the tender grass is fragrant.

Du Yuming surrounded the clouds and smoke, crying the dead, and the incense candles were swaying without responding.

10, "Thinking of Father" (new rhyme).

In the world, Yang Hua is drunk 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.

11, "Late Autumn - Stay Frightened".

There is a tearful sound of dripping sycamores.

Last year, mourning was a shower.

The rest of my life palpitates and dreams mourn the wind.

There are remnants of leaves from the old trees by the hedge.

The pine on the ridge reflects the old appearance.

If the blue bird can pass on the letter.

Chrysanthemums bloom to the fullest of their children's affection.

Seven ancient poems to mourn my father, ancient poems about my father, five words and ancient poems to my father, 12, "Huanxi Sha Remembering Father".

The blood and family affection cannot be recalled, and the dark money is flying and tears are difficult to hold.

The pine waves and the birds are also crying!

Cutting off the yin and yang sounds, who knows if the cold and warm are told for ten years?

The night platform is long asleep and forbearance?

1, "Don't Mother".

Qing and Huang rot defeated Zhong Zhi.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

2, "Mother and Son".

Don Bai Juyi.

Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day.

The general of the Kansai Hussars, last year he broke the new Ce Xun.

Given 2 million in money, Luoyang welcomed like a flower man.

The newcomer ushered in the old man abandoned, and the palm rented the lotus flower with a thorn in the eye.

It is not sad enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, and the sadness is to leave two children in the Jun family.

At the beginning, he sat at the beginning, sat and cried, and led people's clothes.

With your husband and wife's new Yanwan, my mother and son were separated.

It is not as good as the black and magpie in the forest, and the mother does not lose the chick male and female.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, and the flowers fall with the wind in the branches.

Newcomers and newcomers listen to me, Luoyang Infinite Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will regain his meritorious service, and there will be more newcomers than you.

3, "Mo Xuan Tu".

Yuan Wangmian. Brilliant daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng.

The south wind blows its heart, and who does it shake and vomit for?

The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

The willingness is sparse day by day, and the sound is blocked by the day.

Raise your head to look at the cloud forest, and be ashamed to listen to the words of the wise bird.

4, "Tanka Xing".

Tang Wangjian. The first man is born, and the sun is first rising. Late to go up the mountain, sick to go down the mountain.

36,000 dynasties in a hundred years, and the night will be strong for half a day.

There are songs and dances that must be done early, and yesterday is better than today.

People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old.

5, "Farewell Mother".

Song Huang Jingren.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears withered.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

Jiayan took the crane to go.

Tears fell and rain fell.

The young Zheng old slippery man has a book in his hand.

Descend from the knee.

Teach far.

Raise Bud deeply.

Today, heaven and man are hindered.

shouted and cried blood.

After the death of your father, if you want to find a poem of gratitude, there is a very common sentence, then the accompaniment is who is careless, and the report is swift and chaotic. This is the most familiar sentence about the world of gratitude to parents.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Father's love is like a mountain, and the kindness is unforgettable.

The bad news came suddenly, the strict father returned to heaven, he was overwhelmed with sorrow, looking at the dense clouds and slow wild cracked cloth, the movement of the world was disturbed, the pine and the grass were strong, he bowed his head when he heard the news, the rivers were unemployed, the children's relatives and friends wept and looked up to the sky and smiled, and the father's love was forever.

Poems of gratitude for your father's death, and how can you thank the people who came to your father's meeting? So to speak, thank you for helping you, then you can go to Muchun like this to thank Kaichun everyone.

The bad news came suddenly, and Yan's father returned to heaven, and he was sad.

Look at the cloudy clouds, shaking the world;

The pine grass bowed when he heard the news.

The rain covers the green mountains, the rivers whimper, and the children and friends cry.

Looking up to the sky, sighing to the relatives and holding the shape for a long time, the father's love will never stop.

The mourning hall is three feet secluded, and I remember my father's voice in my mind.

With a pair of skillful hands, go south and north;

Eight-sided exquisite, cashier's income.

Honor your parents, teach your children to imitate guesses, and be in harmony with your neighbors.

Weipi rushed to look at the tree, and the bright festival was high in the wind, and it was praised through the ages.

A father's love is like a mountain. Immortal.