Ancient poems about missing my late father are as follows:

1. During the Qingming Festival, I have many thoughts and tears in my eyes in memory of my father. I have worked tirelessly all my life, and it is hard to hear my father’s voice anymore. It always hurts if you have not repaid your deep kindness, and you have no way to find filial piety. I long for the next life to run to my father and spend the morning and evening with him.

2. Traveling to my hometown in the morning, planting willows and Qingming. The Yan household warmly welcomes guests back home, and the neighbors reminisce about old friendships. Burn incense to add soil to the tomb, and burn paper to offer sacrifices to family members. It seems that the sound and appearance are cut off, but I still feel melancholy.

3. Ten years have passed and everything has become blurry. How can I think about the old pavilions? The sound and appearance of the story are all tragic in a dream. Another year of spring is full of beauty, thousands of families gather together, and only one solitary chapter is left. It makes people burst into tears waiting to be painted on, the wine glass is fragrant, and the words are hesitant. Year after year, my heart is broken, and my temples are almost as frosty, but I can see where the ashes are disappearing, the short pine ridge, and the time is gone.

4. During the Qingming Festival, I miss my old friends and cry in memory of my old father. The kindness of raising a child is like the depth of the sea, and the spring light shines brightly on the child. All kinds of love touches the universe, where can you find a happy family relationship?

5. During the Qingming Festival, we miss our loved ones more and pay homage to our graves to remember our kindness. Parents work hard to raise their children, and their virtues will be praised forever. The bones of ancestors are buried under green waters and green mountains, and the old souls are accompanied by green pines and cypresses. Spring and Autumn passed by in a blink of an eye, and ancestors inspired us to move forward bravely.

6. Those who wish to be filial are already far away, but those who wish to see them are difficult to reach. Only in the deep dream, the two of them were at a loss when they met with tears. When the young mother passed away, she spent the lean years with tears. Tonight on the creek bridge, I have been thinking about letting the railing pass for a long time.

7. It has been nearly six years since Yan’s father passed away, and he came back to his dream last night. His eyes were filled with tears and many emotions, and it was hard to let go of his longing for his family. Peaceful souls are there in the west, and kindness is as boundless and deep as the sea: A son who wants to be filial but refuses to be kind to his relatives will have a long way to go back in this life.

8. It’s frozen again, but the plum blossoms still smile calmly. Taking advantage of the good winter, I am busy sending my thoughts and manuscripts. The fire was so smokey that I really wanted to report it safely. When love is difficult, a few withered grasses make a sad mood together.

9. I remember my father’s last words, and I feel relieved to read them today. My father was still alive and showed me the way. The hearts are connected and the hearts are connected, and we are determined to build our homes. I am grateful for the dedication of my loved ones, which arouses endless feelings.

10. The willow branches are still like the spring of previous years, and I remember my father with tears on the Qingming Festival. I firmly believe that scientific research can help the world, but in reality, it only makes a living. I have loved the things in my cup all my life, and I have deeply pitied my descendants several times. Two alkali and three acid should be examined first, and the son's spirit will be strengthened by poetry and wine.