Is there any poem that can describe missing my father?
"Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders)
The fragrance of spring entering the garden
Kindness Yan Que is sailing away
Who will protect the remaining red
Ask the sunset about the wine
2. "Farewell Father"
The breeze and the rain are falling one after another
"Father" (Seven Wonders)
Desiring the green mountains to raise the father's tomb
It's hard to say goodbye to the family love in the prosperous age
From now on, slowly walk again at night
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4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
The spring thunder rises in the tomb
It is hard to believe that the nine realms of kindness and strictness
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When will we plow the land again
Dreaming about crying silently in the middle of the night is a poem describing missing my father
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home as far as the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
Plum blossoms have appeared in the south of the Yangtze River for several times, and people have become fashionable in the world. Poems describing longing for your late father
1: The grass will be green next spring, and the king and grandson will not return.
2: There are thousands of words to talk about, but I am bored and just leaning on the railing for ten times.
3: The most painful and missing verse: Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. - "Spring in the Jade House"
4: The sun is far away from us, and the clothes are worn slowly - Han Dynasty. p> 5: I shed red beans with tears of endless lovesickness, and the spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ------Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions"
6: The sky is not old, love is hard to break, the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots. (Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui")
7: If you want to ask why you came to Wujiang, you can see the bright moon in the green mountains in your dream
8: Where is the hometown at dusk? A poem on the Yanbo River that makes you miss your father
I don’t know. I have been sleeping for more than ten years, and there are countless sounds of warblers and swallows passing by. The roses in front of the window are still moving, and the neem flowers are blooming calmly and quietly. I don’t have many memories of the past, but the fragments I remember are very profound. Thinking of my father's face, it seemed as if it was close before my eyes, but yet it was so far away. Endless longings cannot be conveyed, I can only look back gently, miss them silently, lower my head and choke, speechless, only one word to express my heart:
Still water is clear, deep and clear. The water flows slowly at the bottom, and outside the long pavilion, the old appearance is no longer visible. Once upon a time, I always had a smile on my face, played in the courtyard, and had endless joy. The orchids are still there, the fragrant grass stretches to the sky, and the old scenery is so striking that it makes me sad. I wrote in small characters lightly, in my father's name, I would like to ask fish and geese to take care of me.
1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders)
The fragrance of spring enters the garden
Kindhearted but sailing far away
Who will be able to see the red again? Protect
Ask the setting sun for wine
2. "Farewell Father"
The breeze and the rain are falling
It is the change of scenery in the world
The Edict from Dawn Heaven
Immortal Flags Save My Father’s Soul
3. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Desire for Green Qingshan raises my father’s tomb
It’s hard to say goodbye to the family ties in the prosperous age
From now on, I will slowly walk again at midnight
Goodbye, I will see you again for a while
4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qi Jue)
The thunder of spring rises in the tomb
It is hard to believe that the nine realms of kindness and strictness
When will the land of Longshang be plowed again
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I dreamed of silent tears
5. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in the rain and missing my relatives
It is difficult to be filial The soul in the high hall is about to die
Who can understand the nostalgia?
Several dreams about Xinghua Village
6. "Yong Mei" (Qijue)
Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms and proud snow
The nine fragrant flowers fall in the harsh winter
The years have no trace and I always remember the past
I miss my relatives but I don’t feel the cold wind
7. "Homesickness" (Qijue)
Breeze and drizzle and cool autumn
Still holding the pipa against the candle
I only hate the lack of family love Punishment
Ask you when you will go to Chiyang
8. "Qi Jue Remembering My Father" (New Rhyme)
I often think of loving my father and being honest during my time in office. Quit drinking and smoking.
I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home.
9. "Remembering the Birthday of the King and Sun"
The dead branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant.
The tombs are surrounded by clouds and smoke, Du Yuming is crying, the souls of the dead are weeping, and the incense candles are swaying without any response.
10. "Missing My Father" (New Rhyme)
The world is full of flowers, and I think about my father every year.
Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one lifetime, the flowers that love you love scatter their fragrance for half a lifetime.
11. "Late Autumn - Fearful"
There is a sound of tears dripping from the sycamore tree
Last year, I was saddened by a sudden rain
I will spend the rest of my life dreaming and lamenting the sad wind
The old trees beside the fence still have their remaining leaves
The green pines on the mountain reflect their old appearance
If the blue bird can pass down family letters
p>The chrysanthemums bloom to show the love between descendants and grandchildren
12. "Remembering the Father in Huanxi Sand"
The blood and family love cannot be brought back,
It is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money .
The pines and birds also cry sadly!
There is no news of Yin and Yang,
Who knows about the ten years of warmth and coldness?
Sleeping at night and enduring separation?
13. "Sacrifice to the Father" (Seven Rhythms)
Like a play on the path of life full of sorrow
Dreams of wind, flowers, snow and moon
Writing and dancing in the world of mortals
Carrying wine and singing softly across the world
Where is the anger when we miss each other
Who is asking for help when full of hatred
Kindness and Yan The Fairy Riding a Crane Travels
Only poems can be dedicated to Xingzhou
14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhymes)
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are gradually turning red
The remaining lotus on the lake is fragrant
The frost on the ground dominates the autumn season
Half a plate of abandoned children has an unparalleled shadow
Life is like a play and time is short
A long diary with traces of time
There is no calligraphy to describe peace
There are only articles with messy titles
15. "Spring Injury" (Qilu)
p>The east wind hunts and sends Yin Chun away
The drizzle moistens the new scenery
How many things happen in silence during the years
How many slow steps in life are true
The celadon lamps are still there today
The fragrance of green water and tea is nowhere to be seen
Drinking wine to drown the sorrow and adding to the chaos
Holding the hoe and weeping to bury the soul of the flower
16. "Thinking of My Father"
Outside the court, Meilan welcomes guests from afar,
Is Yan Jun returning home from a foreign land?
Orange and yellow fruits trail the branches.
Staring in the eyes is like a father’s smile,
God’s eyes are full of tears.
The courtyard is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in March,
The monkeys are teasing each other.
Family love and love will stay forever.
The news of Yin and Yang is broken,
The wild geese look at their children with sorrow.
17. "Seven Rhymes (New Rhyme) Sadness"
The cold wind freezes the bones,
The desolate blue geese fill the sky in sorrow.
The divine form is tired and cold in the mortal world,
The body is only buried in the white snow.
The tenderness of a loving father finally fades away.
There is no doubt about the filial piety of a child.
The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank,
I look forward to the mist and mist.
18. "Moon over Xijiang·Seeing things and missing relatives"
Yellow flowers are everywhere in the spring rain, but where are the fallen leaves moved by the cold wind?
The cuckoo weeps blood and tears and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand?
The Osmanthus flowers bloom several times, and the leaves of Tianqi are green.
The sound and appearance are always in memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying!
19. "Partridge Sky?" Deeply Missing"
I don't know the yin and yang, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of broken dreams.
When I come back, I only see the remaining face smiling, and waving my hands is always like a phantom.
Thinking about the past and remembering it vaguely, reunion is actually the time of heartbreak!
My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write an article to comfort Chu Qi.
20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (New Voice)
In the dream, Qian recalled his father, and when he woke up, his clothes were wet with tears.
During his lifetime, he always had a kind appearance, and his heartfelt sounds were always in his ears.
Being easygoing in life depends on wisdom, and being frugal in running a household depends on perseverance.
If you don’t care about fame and fortune now, you will need to be more diligent in the future.
21. "Remembering My Father"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.
I lament that people and things have changed, and feel ashamed and guilty in my heart.
The daughter has tried hard to comfort Yan Ci, but things in the world are constantly changing.
How can I bear the indifference of human kindness? Don’t worry about it in the spirit of heaven.
Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and we cannot avoid blessings or disasters.
The world of mortals is rolling three thousand feet, and there is justice in the world!
22. "In Memory of Father"
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, my thoughts are confused and my feelings are heartbroken.
The honorable person speaks with a heart, and the kind words are enough.
The influence of the milk eagle rises, and the dilution of the new roc trembles.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder, enjoying together, without much expectation, the days are dusty.
This year’s festival, the sky is facing the moon, and people are already thin.
Who can listen to the ten thousand words? Sincerity is in the wilderness.
There are only a few yellow leaves, blowing in the cold wind.
Heaven never gets old, but people do.
Borrow the bright moon and take it with you to keep out the cold.
23. "In Memory of Father"
The gentle yellow land
Leave your footprints
The long Gao River Beach
Build your perseverance
In the dark white area
Show your courage
Leave your small family to care for everyone
Touching the sky and the earth
We admire you
The green yellow land
Spread your deeds
The barren sand base Earth
With you, I can keep fit
Transform the beach into fertile farmland
Send the news of a good harvest
Establish a new trend and uphold justice
Deter evil forces
Everyone supports you
24. "Qinyuanchun·Mourning for Father" (New Voice and Rhyme)
Bad news suddenly spread, Yan's father passed away , so sad.
Look at the dark clouds, shaking the world; the green pines and strong grass, bow your head after hearing the news.
The rain covers the green mountains, the rivers sob, and the children, relatives and friends shed tears.
I look up to the sky and scream, sighing that my dearest relative has passed away forever, and my father’s love will cease forever.
The mourning hall is three feet deep and quiet, and the memory of my father’s voice remains in my mind.
With a pair of skillful hands, he can travel all over the world;
Honor your parents, educate your children, and live in harmony with your neighbors.
The tree of prestige has been passed down through the ages with its bright integrity and high winds.
25. "Father, you are my pride"
Father, although you are not with me,
I always miss you,
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Your kindness,
Your integrity,
Your sincerity,
Your tolerance,
You The strength of...
It has always infected me,
No matter how difficult it is,
how wronged I am,
I stick to it...
Because I feel it deeply,
When people talk about you,
respect for you,
Praise for you,
Missing you...
Father, do you know?
You are supporting me.
Father, do you know?
I am proud to be your daughter.
I am very satisfied,
because I can be your daughter in this life.
26. "To Father"
Oh, great father
You are old
Oh, great father
Your back is hunched
O great father
Your hair is gray
O great father
Your Is your body still strong?
As your son
I pray to heaven all the time
to bless you
As your son
I miss you all the time
I miss you
For you
I am an unfilial son
To make you angry
To make you annoyed
No matter what
I just want to say to you
Father, my father is a filial piety to my children
Father, my father is a child and I am helpless
Oh my God, what should I do?
Tell me where I am looking for
27. "Written to Father"
Father loves to guard his own world
With soil and sweat
Create a magic
Then light his pipe
Sitting on the ground
I like to stare at his back
Like a statue Stone lion
Carrying the desolation of ancient times
The back is still straight
I called him softly
The call was very long Shen's history
The wrinkles on my father's forehead are very deep
I will forget them once I show them
The knowledge taught by teachers in school
I am very happy that my father let me get close
But sometimes the heaviness also makes me sad
Recently my father has been a little uneasy
Dry pipes often make me cough badly
I don’t know how to comfort me
I feel a little tired on my father’s forehead
I discovered by chance
My father’s back is no longer straight
Approaching
Knowing that my father is really an old man
I suddenly feel sad
My father’s sky is still filled with smoke and clouds
28. "For Father"
Bed 20, 8th floor
Abrupt and fixed space
Father's skinny face and gray hair
The doctor is taciturn and the angel in white goes step by step
Facing the snow-white wall and listening to my father’s feeble ***
My heart is very cold
Looking at the busy figure of my husband
I remember when I was a kid
The only time I shed happy tears on my father’s back
I always thought my father was very powerful
My frail body has pinched the throat of life
Now I am lying on the hospital bed
It turns out that life can be as light as grass
Crowded crowd
The elevator lights up red again and again
Lifting and lowering the switch
Passing by people with different expressions entering and exiting different floors
I try to take a deep breath to calm down the emotions in my heart. The darkness is forced out one by one
Tell yourself that those sick *** do not belong to me
Be like your father
Stand tall and strong like a big tree
Tie the roots deeply
Let the sun above your head be in vain
Leave only a humble smile
Watch the children grow up happily
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When the sky dances close to the ground
Dark clouds darken the rivers and darken the mountains
Lightning and thunder, your anxious look
The distance in the distance passes through the long period of expectation and waiting
Continuing the infinite attachment to the earth
That is the call of longing
Come back soon
Don’t let my missing heart be broken
Don’t let me not find that big tree when I relive the beauty of my childhood
The wind has blown the sun out
Hurry up
Come back soon
Let’s watch the rainbow together
29. "Father" 》
You were once so tall
So tall that I had to stand on tiptoes to look up
You were once so powerful
So powerful that only your waist was needed With a slight shrug of the shoulders
More than a hundred kilograms of firewood walked briskly on the side of the field
Do you know that you make me extremely proud
I am good I long to be like you one day
Now I am as tall as you were then
No more majestic than you were then
But you are no longer as bold as you were then.
So small that I have to look down to see your eyes
So small that I can’t help but feel sad when I see your stooped waist and shoulders
Your past I don’t know when the present changed with me
Suddenly I really want to go back to the past
You are still tall and majestic as a mountain
And I will always look up to you I will never understand sadness
30. "Father"
Suddenly I think of my father
The figure who has left us long ago
I can hardly remember his appearance
His voice is completely forgotten
Please forgive me for being unfilial to my father
I have I haven’t visited you for a long time
I really don’t want to face that kind of scene
It always makes people feel a little worried
My love is sleeping in the grave Father
You left in a hurry without leaving any warning
Your tired and short life
As if it was just to welcome us
But I have never shed tears or grieved for you
It’s because I’m young and ignorant and don’t understand feelings
Looking back yesterday seems like a dream
Become me and you will never be able to shake it off The shadow of the past
I have wasted my time doing nothing over the years
You must be disappointed
I am no longer young
I am becoming less and less confident in myself
When I am lonely, I look at the stars
Tell them my feeling of loss
I think, there Maybe there is my father
who is smiling and listening to me silently
What will your world be like
It must be pure, beautiful, happy and peaceful
There will never be poverty and disease
There will never be any disaster again
I want to call my father affectionately
You are still alive Our hearts
I wonder if you can feel it in heaven
Those distant thoughts are still flying in the wind
31. "Father in Memory"
(1)
Wheat ears
Holding the golden wheat awns
On the back is the sleeping father
Lying in the sunset
The red face is a little hot as if drunk
The same wrinkles are carved with vicissitudes of life
A peaceful sleep can be considered happiness
Although there is no son in front of me
My wife is not around either
(2)
That year
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Cold night
There was no electricity in the house and half of the candles were burned out
The family was eating around the table
You were drunk and said Nonsense
I didn’t say anything
Let the richness of the cup pour into my mouth
The heat burned my chest
My eye sockets also became ***
Isn’t it a good night with wind-dried branches blowing outside the window?
Clumsy lips and teeth squeezed out a sentence
Dad, don’t send me off tomorrow morning
32. "Missing My Father"
At the highest point in our village
there is a high mountain ridge
Halfway up the mountain ridge On the mountainside
There is a cave dwelling that belongs to my father
Back then we used to hoe the ground to shelter from the wind and rain
My father’s sheep were penned there
Now my father is sleeping there quietly
Four years have passed since he slept
In these four years
Everything happened in the whole village
Earth-shaking changes
My father is lonely
Looking up at the coke factory above my head
Wisps of black smoke are coming out
Look How polluted is the village?
My father is lonely
Looking down at the coal mine below
The village is shrouded in thick smoke
Two small roads The stream has long been dry with tears
My father is sad
Looking at the crops on the mountain
Each one drooped his head
Sighing
My father is happy
Looking at the new countryside in the neighboring village across the way
Row after row
New atmosphere in the countryside
During the holidays
We sisters
Braving the wind and snow
Went to worship my father
Lighting cigarettes Pour down the wine
Burn a lot of paper money and clothes
My father can no longer smell the smell of smoke
My father can no longer taste the aroma of wine
We still prepared everything for him
We knelt before his grave
Silently placing all the sacrifices
My tears were silent Flow into lines of poetry
My father's death
I have been heartbroken for many years
I think about it day and night
I am haunted by dreams
Bit by bit
vividly remembered
blended between the lines
Oh, my father is the pain that I can’t erase in my life
Here, please allow me to continue to miss my father
33. "Sitting under the night sky and thinking about my father"
Everything has been silent and quiet
p>It was like sleeping under the flowing moonlight in my memory
The starry sky on that hard bed was his quilt
On the wheat The father in the flowing body occasionally raised his head
The dusty head looked into the distance into the clear sky
And I was learning from his passing sweat
How to live
When I grew up, every time I saw my father trapped in the golden river
my heart felt very painful
I always felt that my father was plowing into the deep earth
Almost drowning
My father’s whole body shone with a metallic luster like a sword worn by time
The polished sickle undulated in the field and my eyesight
I know that there is a gesture that will become
mankind’s belief
34. "The Feeling of Longing for Me"
A huge porcelain bowl is placed in sequence on the plain
Family after family in the breeze
Who are you hiding your singing for?
Footprints and confusion
In fact, beauty is a dagger polished by poetry
Writing is a kind of failure and haste
The departing figure flies to the end of the world
Years carefully collected
Yes, life is just A road that is too winding
Some rhymes annotated by tears have never been
Make me feel happy that I have been passed away repeatedly
Write to your heart's content
The brightest happiness may be the deep suffering
Just the history shining brightly under the night
Written in a person's body's desire
The god of fertility
35. "Missing Father's Hands"
Father has a pair of rough, big hands
I often think of them
Missing Father's Hands
I think of
the bitterness of labor
the sweetness of harvest
My father has a pair of hard-working hands
I often think of it
I think of my father's hands
I just think of it
The crystal sweat
The fragrance of the crops
Thinking of my father’s hands
Just like thinking of a blue sky
36. "Remembering my father"
Touch with your hand along the lines of the stone tablet Your name
and the stormy days
Polish everything into a desolate mark
Carving the trajectory of life inch by inch
Wormwood reincarnates in the wash of time
The cigarette lit on your tomb at this moment
is gradually burning out
And your arched back
In front of my knees
As majestic as a mountain
Father, your thick hair stands straight
The Chinese character on your face is always Clean
The hand that falls on my head is gentle and warm
In your hearty laughter, I grow up day by day
In the memory of growing up
You run between farmland and mines
Use an old canvas bag
to collect the blessings of the years in a shallow way
Then hold up a The warmth and happiness of home
The night when the grain wine is boiling during the busy farming season
You come and go in a hurry
Harvesting rice at a depth of 800 meters
Then in the middle of the paddy field
Sleeping with a piece of ore on your pillow
A pneumatic drill and a hoe
Neither one can be separated from your hands
Days It passed normally and then
suddenly changed its face
On the Qingming Festival in 1992, you suddenly fell down
We were caught off guard
Half-worker, half-peasant My father's life
came to an abrupt end
My father's forty-eight years of life
was suddenly swallowed up by a disease
Mines and paddy fields from now on
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No more running around
The only thing that depends on you
is only a piece of wormwood on the red hills
The wormwood grows randomly
On your grave
Turn my thoughts into
Heart-breaking rain during the Qingming Festival
In the flowing years
I always remember your appearance. An idiom to describe missing my father.
Baiyun Gufei is a metaphor for living in a foreign country and missing my parents. Source: "New Book of Tang Dynasty·Biography of Di Renjie": "Recommended to confer Yizhou Facao to join the army, he was in Heyang. Renjie climbed to Taihang Mountain, looked back, saw white clouds flying alone, and said to his left and right: 'My dear, I will leave him below.' Feeling sad for a long time.
When the clouds move, they have to go. "Baiyun Qinsheqin: refers to parents; She: Juzhu is a metaphor for missing parents. Source:... A poem about missing my father in autumn
1: The desolate farewell and the last two correspond to each other, and the most overwhelming thing is the moonlight. In. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
2: Plum blossoms bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and people are spotted in the sky. ——Liu Zhu
3: People say that the setting sun is beautiful. Looking to the end of the world, I can't see my home. I hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
4: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they are speechless.
5. : When the eyes are dry, the bones will be seen, and the world will be merciless
6: Although, I don’t know if the other person can really feel it when I think about someone quietly like this.
7: Once upon a time, the sea has changed. Difficult for water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud - Yuan Zhen
8: The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and gold are far away, and the dew will win over countless people in the world. , Good times are like dreams, and if our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? 9: When the moon falls and the sky is filled with crows and frost, Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow. Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship
10: The sad song can be used as a cry, and the distant view can be used as a return home------Han Yuefu Folk Songlt;lt;Elegygt;gt;
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11: Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk ------ Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest ------- Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty lt; lt; Lines are repeated gt; gt;
13: Can't sleep at night, the bright moon is so bright, the sound of joy is empty in my thoughts In response to the promise in the air
14: Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This is the most lovesick thing.
15: Don’t worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world does not. Know You. (Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da")
16: I want to know if you see me waiting for you at the intersection of your dreams when you walk into your sweet dreams.
17. : Just thinking about you quietly, calling you quietly from the bottom of my heart.
18: Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful, and my longing for you will last forever, but my short love will last forever - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
19: The memory of a close friend is as close as the end of the world. (Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou")
20: Never sleep as a guest The autumn is not bright! The shadow of the waning moon enters the curtain, and the sound of the distant river is heard. The old wife has no food and clothing, and the old wife is writing a few papers, which means she has not returned home. —— ("Guest Night") p>
21: The courtyard is as deep as the willows and smoke, and there are countless curtains. The building is high and there is no Zhangtai Road. It is raining and windy at dusk in March, and the door is covered at dusk. I will stay in spring. I will ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers will fly across the swing.
22: I have tasted half a lifetime of love and infatuation in exchange for a lifetime of tears
23: Peach Blossoms. The depth of the pool is a thousand feet, but it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift of love to me. (Li Bai)
24: The moon is full of love and should know me, and we meet each other in a foreign land every year. ——Yuan Mei
25: Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily in spring. Gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.
26: There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart
27: The long sky and vast sky are full of hometown feelings.
——Zhang Jiuling
28: When you come from your hometown, you should know about it. In front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed------Tang. Wang Weilt;lt;Three miscellaneous poems gt; gt;
29: Where does the hometown book reach the edge of Guiyan Luoyang? (Wangwan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
30: I know from afar where my brothers are climbing, and they are inserted everywhere. There is one less person in Cornus officinalis. (Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
31: There are moons and moons in the sky, and there is love and affection in the world.
32: I am gone in the past Yes, the willows are Yiyi; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling------lt; lt; The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Picking Wei gt; gt; Are there any poems praising my father?
Father 2
As white as snow
Those are the flowers shed by the vicissitudes of time
The bent body is like a bow
That is the energy accumulated by Father Time
The hands are like gnarled wood
Those are the fruits bestowed by Shen Nong
The eyes are like yellow beads
That are the colorful colors bestowed by God
The tentacles of time crawl across the forehead
The river of time passes through the blood vessels
Passing through snow-white and blood-red
We are growing
And the white snow is flying
You are the last piece in the snow
The mottled red leaves
And my life is about to end
You are The last one in the starry sky
Tears of a shooting star
Father 1
Your hair is white, it is snow
Your body is curved Yes, it’s a bow
Those snowflakes are the flowers sprinkled by the vicissitudes of time for you
That bow is the power that Father Time has saved for you
Your hands are dull It's a seeder
Your eyes are blurry, it's a camera
That seeder is the fruit that Shen Nong bestows on you to keep harvesting
That camera is God Give you a colorful world
When the tentacles of time crawl all over your forehead
Through your white hair, I am growing up
When the river of time Walking through your blood vessels
Through your whole body, I am growing up
When the snow is flying, who makes the last red leaf
At the end of life At the end of the day, who wants to stay and take a look at you?
Reference: wx2.91./Read/Article/116000/115299_0. Poems about missing my father during the Mid-Autumn Festival
For example:
If you want to raise your father’s tomb in the lush green mountains, it is difficult to abandon family ties in the prosperous age.
I just hate that my family love has nothing to complain about. I asked you when you will go to Chiyang.
The world is full of flowers in August, and I think about my father every year.
Family love and love will stay forever. The news of yin and yang is broken, and the wild geese look at their children with sadness.
The tenderness of a loving father will eventually fade away, leaving no room for doubt about the filial piety of a child.
In the dream, Qian recalled her father, and when she woke up, her clothes were wet with tears.
The noble position speaks with a heart, and the kind words are sufficient.
My father loves to guard a place of heaven and earth alone, using soil and sweat to create magic.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is also the time when wanderers miss their loved ones and hometown the most. When we wander away, home is always the warmest harbor.
There are always pairs of eyes looking into the distance at the door of the house, there are always tables of fragrant meals at home, and there are always chattering but heart-warming words at home.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people from other places long for their hometown, yearn for the fragrance of their hometown, and long for their parents. What are some poems about missing your father? "Farewell Father"
The gentle breeze and raindrops indicate that the world is changing.
Who knows, the edict is sent from heaven, and the fairy flags save my father’s soul.
"Thinking of My Father"
If you want to raise your father's tomb on a green mountain, it is difficult to abandon family ties in the prosperous age.
From now on, I will slowly walk again and again, and see you again in the morning.
"Thinking of My Father"
The thunder of spring rises in Cang Cang, and it is hard to believe that kindness and strictness can be seen in the nine realms.
When will I plow the land again? In the middle of the night, I dream of crying silently.
"Great Night Works"
Tang Dynasty - Gao Shi?
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes sad.
I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty temples will bring another year tomorrow.
"Going Home"
Tang Dynasty - Du Mu?
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return?
*** Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns?
"Qi Jue Remembers My Father"
Chang Si loves his father and quits drinking and smoking in order to be honest and honest.
I feel relaxed and relaxed after leaving my job, and I feel the sweetness of food when I go home. Words to describe missing my father, I miss my father in heaven
1. I am lonely and wandering on the road of life. Dad, do you know? In the days of sadness and loss, I don’t have your understanding. How helpless I am with love!
2. I will always use what my father said to me as the motivation for me to move forward, and I will miss him forever.
3. Wangshan Xiyuan is the home I chose for my father. When the mountains are green, my father can rest there forever.
4. My father has been gone for ten years, but his voice and smile are still the same as before, deeply rooted in my mind. You left, but you left your thoughts and memories to your little daughter. Father, do you feel it? I miss you!
5. I have been thinking about my father for more than three months since his death. During these days, whenever I see a figure like my father, my heart It hurts, and I think of my father. How I wish there was a soul that could bring me closer to my father!