Thanks to the teacher for his words

Teacher, you are a hard gardener who has cultivated our seeds so that we can take root, sprout, and thrive! You are the architect of the future, working hard brick by brick! You are a lit candle that illuminates us, but you only fail to illuminate yourself. Today, we thank you with our sincere blessings! Teacher, you have worked hard! I wish the teacher a world full of peaches and plums! I wish the teacher to have a sunny smile and a healthy body every day. You are a laborer who creates miracles. It is you who have nurtured us. We are deeply grateful to you! Teacher, if you are the beautiful sun in the sky, we are the lovely grass underground, and it is you who give us new life. You help us and take care of us day and night, thank you for your hard work! You are the charcoal fire in the cold winter, the umbrella in the hot summer, the stepping stone in the turbulence, and the beacon in the sea of ??fog - Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, educate people well, and are willing to serve as a ladder for others, which is unforgettable! You are not an actor, but you attract our eager eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge ring and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape the souls of batches of young people... ..Teacher, how can I forget you! If I can fight against the blue sky, then you gave me the wings to soar; if I am a brave warrior who hits the waves, it is you who gave me the power to make waves; if I am an immortal torch, it is you who gave me The light of youth! Teacher, thank you for your hard work! You let me know "Nothing is impossible to a willing heart"! No words can express my gratitude to you, and my blessings to you will not change for hundreds of millions of years. Teacher, I wish you all the best! Tao and Li are all over the world, and the kindness is as deep as the sea. I wish the teacher good health! A festival, although not in spring, is full of spring. Teacher, your holiday is the most beautiful. On this day, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom for you! The high mountains never move, the clear water always flows, and my teacher's kindness will remain in my heart forever! Teacher, you have worked hard. You are the first ones to arrive at school every time, and you are the last ones to go home. "Once a teacher, a lifelong father" I wish you another brilliant career in education! Those simple faces, those pairs of hard-working hands, and the gardeners who work tirelessly to cultivate the flowers of the motherland, in your season, I wish you a happy holiday! On this special festival, we want to say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard. I wish the teacher can face life with joy and face the test with laughter! I hope all the Bole in the world can be as brilliant as the sun! There is a kind of love in the world that transcends family affection and friendship. That is the teacher's meticulous care for us and his careful teaching. I sincerely wish the teacher all the best, always good health, and always HAPPY! Teacher, you are like a candle, lighting yourself and illuminating others, and also like a spring silkworm spinning its silkworms, in order to let the younger generation get the "jin" to climb to the top of science. "Key", you turned your hair white and worked hard. I wish you good health and all the best on the occasion of Teacher's Day! I wish all teachers good health, all the best, smooth work, happiness every minute, and every day happily! Teaching is like the spring breeze, teacher's kindness is like the depth of the sea, peaches and plums are all over the world, and the spring light spreads in all directions! I wish the teacher a happy world, a good heart, and everything goes well. You grant us knowledge, and you show us the way forward. You protect us like a mother. As your student, I wish you good health and smooth sailing! Junior Three (3) Class Teacher is a sacred profession. You work tirelessly to teach and educate us for our learning and growth. In this sacred festival, we want to say: Teacher, you have worked hard! Dear teacher, your sincere teachings are like the spring breeze and the rain, and they will always be in my heart! The days rise and fall, and students come and go. What remains unchanged is your deep love and brilliant smile. Bless you, dear teacher! If we are a rainbow, then you are the sun, giving us colorful light. If we are fish, then you are the air in the water, giving us new breath.

If we are grass, then you are the raindrops in spring, giving us the source of life. Work hard to cultivate peaches and plums, and work hard to support the beams. Happy holidays, dear teacher! Recalling the lost years and describing the deep love between teachers and students in those youthful years, it was the teacher's solemn entrustment that corrected our deviated course, and it was the teacher's solid hands that held up our brilliant tomorrow. Let the sunshine send you beautiful expectations, let the breeze send us our deep blessings, let the white clouds and blue sky embellish your hungry life forever, and may your life be full of happiness! Blessings are sincere, no words are needed, no words are needed, just sing the heart song silently, I wish teachers a happy holiday! I miss you, I miss you - teacher! My thoughts and blessings for you will increase day by day, so that every scene will be filled with affection and blessings, and good people will have a safe life! Facing the podium, leaning against the blackboard, in the long river of time, teacher, you have weaved each 45 minutes into countless dazzling halos with hard work, sweat and wisdom. In the future, no matter I will become a tall tree or a low tree Shrub, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with the green of life! My gratitude to you cannot be expressed in words, and my blessings to you will not change for a million years - Teacher, I wish you all the best! Teacher, you are the most unforgettable person in my life. Because of you, my life has fun. With you, my life has turned. Thank you. Teacher - the seasonal wind of gratitude blows through my eyes and the rain falls. I can't help but recall my childhood past and greet you quietly. My teacher will always be remembered. My teacher's kindness will last forever. I wish teachers all over the world a happy life! ! ! happy holidays! Happiness forever! When we pick the fruits of the harvest, what you leave to yourself is the white hair on your temples dyed white by chalk gray. Salute to you, beloved teacher! On the journey of life, you have ignited the light of hope for me, enriched my soul, and added to my wisdom. Thank you! Teacher, I wish you always good health! joy! Happiness The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves gently, just like your kind hands and kind words gave me the gentlest comfort and the most sincere enlightenment. Bless your dear teacher... On this wonderful holiday, I will use the words the teacher taught me to write, and use the beautiful words and phrases the teacher taught me, to write the most beautiful little poem for the teacher... Teacher, be careful. It lights up my heart and cultivates my love with love. Only with you can I feel the warmth of the world... The sweet *** and the gorgeous flowers are limited by time. Only my blessing is eternal and eternal. The teacher who gave me the fountain of wisdom rises and falls day by day, and students come and go. What remains unchanged is your deep love and brilliant smile. Bless your dear teacher. The chalk in your hand slowly turns into ashes of love in the sky. This love has dyed your original black hair white. On this special day, I would like to say: Teacher, you have worked hard! It touches the sincere heartstrings, bearing in mind the bitterness of growing up. I will never be able to do without you on the road to success. Dear teacher, I wish you happiness forever! With your guidance along the way, I will not lose my way; with your attention along the way, I will be more confident and brave... Teacher, thank you! The spring silkworms will not run out until they are dead, and the wax torches will turn into ashes before their tears dry up. Teacher, thank you for your hard work! I hope that today, all the teachers will smile from the bottom of their hearts, for the sake of having peaches and plums all over the world! As long as the teacher is happy, we will be happy. Sentences to describe women's beautiful hair

1. The most eye-catching thing is the thick black shawl hair, hanging in the air like a black waterfall. 2. She has dull, overly thick black hair. 3. When she lets her hair down, it makes even the sun's rays jealous. 4. The golden curly hair hangs down like waves along the smooth forehead. 5. She wears a small braid, like a sparrow's tail. 6. Her hair was permed like black waves. 7. The row of forehead hair was left behind. It makes her have more elegant grace. 8. The long hair is fluttering, as smooth and soft as waves. 9. His hair is very thick and as thick as horse mane. Que curled around its tiny ears with the turmoil and tenderness of a child.

10. Her shiny black hair falls down naturally, as smooth and soft as black brocade. 11. Her shiny black hair is as gentle as willow silk. 12. The girl has a pig tail-like braid on the back of her head. 13. Her black hair is combed into two short braids, hanging on her ears, with two big red bows on it, like two beautiful butterflies flying among the flowers. 14. The loose bangs hang on the forehead like willows in March. 15. The two little braids of the little girl are hanging on the back of the neck like twists. 16. The pigtails, as stiff as a steel brush, stick up on the back of the head like a challenge. 17. Her black hair is combed into two short braids, hanging next to her ears, with two big red bows on it, like two beautiful butterflies flying among the flowers. 18. A few locks of hair were flying outside, as if a halo was surrounding her. 19. Her light red hair is braided into a bun on the top of her head, with loose buns on both sides to cover her ears. 20. A head of fluffy yellow hair, which is happy to flutter, easy to spread out, and needs to be tidied up from time to time, as if it was born to hide the shame of the fairy under the weeping willow. 21. She has very thick black hair on her head. The braided hair hangs down the back of her head, as if her neck is too delicate to bear such beautiful hair. 22. Her hair was combed into a crown shape, shining like fine gold sand. 23. The thick hair is naturally curly, and the chestnut braids sparkle with an extraordinarily beautiful golden light. 24. The female nurse floated in and out, her black hair curled like a sheep's tail. 25. Silks of silver-white hair emerged from mother's black hair and spread to mother's forehead. 26. Their hair is scattered on their shoulders, like the sun's rays blowing in the wind. 27. Her hair is all white, dry and dull. Like a pile of hemp leather that has been stored for too long. 28. Her hair is neatly combed, like a big shiny hat. 29. Teacher Li has beautiful hair, which is black and shiny, thick and dense. She stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, and the hair will shine with colorful light. 30. Strands of long hair are exposed under the hat, which are first braided one by one. Then they were twisted into several large braids and coiled up, like rushes braided on a basket. 31. Her hair is half dry, blown by the evening breeze, fluttering in front of her moon-like face. 32. She took off her hat, and her light yellow hair, which was thinner and softer than silk, shined through the sunlight coming through the gaps between the trees. Shine like gold. 33. Her curving, lush black hair shining with amber and bronze is dazzlingly beautiful. 34. The two locks of hair randomly tied up on the back of Xiaoya’s head are like a rooster’s tail, jumping and jumping as she walks. 35. Two small braids are on the back of the head, hanging like pig tails. 36. Her dense and thick black hair, growing on such a thin body, is as eye-catching as a miracle. 37. Her short and dense hair is really like a cluster of dark-colored stamens. 38. The black and shiny hair is combed into two green snail-like buns close to the head. 39. The dark hair is extremely thick, and heavy curls that seem to be made of bronze surround her cheeks and hang down to ***'s shoulders. 40. Her hair is dark in color and reflective, like a crow's wings, black and bright. 41. It’s as black as a crow’s wings. The thick and soft curly hair hangs down to her shoulders, but close to her forehead, she is tightly bound by a golden crown full of precious stones, which is like weeds. , black and white are draped unevenly on the forehead.

I hope it can help you, hope you can... >> Poems and translations of spring

I don’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. "Ti Capital Nanzhuang" The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle , the night is quiet in the spring sky in the mountain "Birds singing in the stream" The beauty of April in the world is over, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom "The peach blossoms in Dalin Temple" The thousands of miles of orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, the wind of flags in Shuicun Shanguo wine "Jiangnan Spring" The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be shut down, A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall "It's not worth visiting the garden" Two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the ducks are warm in the spring river Chen, the guest house is green and the willows are new, "The Two Envoys of Farewell" The victorious day is looking for the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. "Happy Rain" The lingering butterflies dance from time to time, and the orioles are just singing "Stepping Alone by the River" Several early orioles are vying for warm trees, whose new swallows peck at the spring mud "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" The green jade makes up a tree high, with thousands of green strips hanging down Silk ribbon "Ode to the Willows" The river and mountains are beautiful in the spring breeze, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze "Quatrain" The spring is late and the flowers and trees are luxuriant "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Getting out of the Car" The Spring Festival Evening Green Wild Show, the high rock in Baiyuntun "Entering the mouth of Pengli Lake" The Noisy Bird Fu Chunzhou is full of miscellaneous heroes. "I climbed three mountains at night and looked back at the capital city." Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden turn into songbirds. Knowing who to cut out carefully, the spring breeze in February is like scissors "Ode to the Willows" The forest flowers have fallen even more, and the path grasses are still alive "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring" Two orioles sing at the green willows, and a line of egrets ascends to the blue sky "Quequatrains about Spring" We haven’t met each other yet, so I walked by the cold plum trees to visit the news "Send to the King in Early Spring". The plum blossoms in the cold snow are all gone, and the spring breeze returns on the willows. There is no one on the tree, and the flowers are falling, and the birds are chirping all the way in the spring mountain. "Spring Journey Improvisation" The spring grass is sentimental, and the mountains are still green. Solemn tidbits in the late evening, Fei Feihong is light "Spring Transport" The intruding snow color is still day lily, leaking the spring light with wicker "Twelfth Day" The forest flowers are wet with rain and rouge, and the waterlilies lead to the wind and the green belt grows "Qujiang to the Rain" Just like the spring breeze Xiang was deceived, and a few flowers were blown at night. "Pavilion" The white snow is too late for spring, so the trees in the courtyard are flying flowers "Spring Snow" The grass trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are blooming "Late Spring" The light rain in the street is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass is far away but there is no water "Early spring" 》 The strong wind has wiped out the crimson color, and the green leaves are full of shadows. "Tahua" The sun rises and the river flowers are redder than the fire. When spring comes, the river is as green as blue. "Recalling Jiangnan" The cold goes away overnight, and spring comes again at the fifth watch. When the drizzle comes, there is light thunder outside the hibiscus pond. "Untitled" Peach blossoms in the spring water, Mandarin ducks bathing in the water "Bodhisattva Man" A spring scene is coming, and the ground is covered with red pieces of falling flowers "Jade House Spring" The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the orioles are talking in confusion below. "Magnolia" on the shore in spring, the snow disappears on the mountains and green mountains outside, and flowers bloom on the riverside in February "Spring Day at the West Lake" The spring scenery makes people unable to sleep, the moon moves the shadows of flowers on the railings "Spring Night" The spring dew and rain add flowers, and the flowers move. The spring scenery of the mountain "Good things are near" The spring breeze and spring rain pass through the eyes, and the water from the north and south of the Yangtze River beats the sky "The Yume of the Second Yuan" The spring shade is green and the weeds are green, and sometimes there is a faint flower and a tree is bright "Huaizhong Late Mooring" It is easy to recognize the east wind, Spring is always full of colors, "Spring Day"; Yancao is like bisi, Qin Sang's low green branches "Spring Thoughts"; The red building looks cold to each other across the rain, and the pearl foil floats, Deng returns alone "Spring Rain"; The late night wind reveals the peaches in the well, in front of Weiyang The moon in the palace is high "Spring Palace Song" The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, the boat pulls out of the willow shade "Spring Tour on the Lake" The spring breeze has passed for ten miles, and the shepherd's purse and wheat are green "Yangzhou Slow" The spring road is filled with rain, and the flowers are moving all over the mountain in spring "Nosy is near" The swallows fly over and ask where spring is, only the pond water is green "Light Yellow River" The white snow is too late for spring, so the trees in the courtyard are flying flowers "Spring Snow" The fragrant trees have no one and the flowers fall by themselves, and the birds all the way to the spring mountain Crying in the sky "Spring Parade Improvisation" The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves "Spring Parade"

There is an east wind blowing in in front of the court, and thousands of willow branches are heading west. "Guazhou"...>> Poems in memory of Dad

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden and the fragrance is strict, but the voyage is far away and the red color is left. Who will protect the wine and greet the sunset 2. "Farewell Father" 》 The breeze, raindrops, and rain are just the change of scenery in the world, the new dawn, the edict from heaven, the flags come to save my father's soul 3. "Thinking of my father" (Qijue) It's hard to say goodbye to my father's tomb on the emerald green mountain, and the family love is abandoned in the prosperous age. From now on, we slowly walk through the night again. Nine Goodbye Voices and Dreams 4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qi Jue) The spring thunder rises violently in Cang Tomb. When will the Nine Realms of Kindness and Yan be able to plow the land again? 3. Dreams of silent tears 5. "Thinking of Father" (Qi Jue) Drunk in the wind and rain, intoxicated by longing for relatives, it’s hard to be filial, in the high hall, I want to die, but I can’t sigh with homesickness. Who can interpret the meaning of several dreams and poems? I often recall my old lost relatives without noticing the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qi Jue). There is a slight wind and drizzle and cool autumn. I still hold my pipa. I hate the candle wound. I have no place to complain about my family affection. I ask you when will I go to Chiyang? 8. "Qi Jue Remembering My Father" (Qi Jue) New rhyme) When Chang Si loved his father and took office, he gave up drinking and smoking to keep Shu Shu clean and honest. When I leave my post, I feel light and at ease, and when I return home I feel the sweetness of the food. 9. "Recalling the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant. Du Yuming is surrounded by clouds and smoke, weeping for the souls of the dead, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Thinking of Father" (New Rhyme) The world is full of flowers, and I think of my father year after year. Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one's life, one's love for flowers spreads throughout the life. 11. "Late Autumn--Standing in Fear" There are tears in the fallen sycamores. I am mourning for the last year. I am in a shower. I am in the dream. I am sad. The wind is beside the fence. The old trees are still standing. The leaves on the canopy are reflecting the old appearance. If the bluebird can pass down the family letter, The chrysanthemums have bloomed to extinguish the love of descendants. 12. "Missing My Father on the Sands of Huanxi" The blood and family ties cannot be brought back, and it is hard to hold back the tears of flying money. Song Tao and hundreds of birds also cry sadly! The news of Yin and Yang is cut off, who knows the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Father" (Seven Rhymes) Like a play, the road of life is full of sorrow, the wind, snow, moon and dreams leisurely pick up the pen, dance around in the world of mortals, write wine and sing softly, receive a pillow from all over the world, and miss you. There are no poems to commemorate Xingzhou when I swim away. 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhythms). The maple leaves on the distant mountains are getting red, and the remaining lotuses on the lake are entering the evening fragrance. The cold frost on the ground has led to half a plate of abandoned children. The shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play. Time is short, and the years leave traces in the diary. Yufu Taiping has no calligraphy, only miscellaneous titles and articles. 15. "Spring Wounds" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the Yin spring, the west rain keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, how many things happen, how many slow steps in life, the true celadon lamps are still drinking tea today. The fragrance is gone, people are pouring wine on melancholy, adding chaos to their moods, and they are hoeing and weeping to bury the souls of flowers. 16. "Thinking of My Father" The beautiful orchid outside the court welcomes the distant guests, Is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? The yellow and fruit trailing branches. Staring like a father smiling, eyes filled with tears. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers fills the courtyard in March, and the elephants tease the monkeys together. Family love and love will stay forever. When the news from Yin Yang breaks, the wild geese look at their children with sorrow. 17. "Qi Rhythm (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolation of the sky fills the sky with sorrow. The spirit form is tired and the world of mortals is cold, and the body is only buried in white snow. The tenderness of a loving father finally fades away, but there is no doubt about the filial piety of a young child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, looking forward to the mist. 18. "Moon over Xijiang·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo weeps blood and tears and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? When the osmanthus flowers bloom several times and the leaves of the field seven are green. The sound and appearance are still lingering in my memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Heaven?" "Deep Missing" I don't know the yin and the yang, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of dreaming. When I came back, I saw only a smile on my face and waved my hands like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write articles to comfort Chu Qi.

20. "Qilu: Remembering Father" (Xinwang) In the dream, I recalled my father, and when I woke up, my 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. We don’t care about fame and fortune now, but we will need more diligence in the future. 21. "Remembering My Father" ://fanwen99/article/197891529. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. Lamenting that people and things have changed, I feel ashamed and guilty in my heart. The daughter has tried hard to comfort Yan Ci, but things are so unpredictable. It's so embarrassing to be so weak in human kindness. Don't worry about the spirit of heaven. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, whether they are blessings or disasters. The world of mortals rolls three thousand feet, and there is justice in the world! 22. "In memory of my father...the rest of the text>> Verses in memory of my father

1. "Mourning for Spring" (Five Wonders) The spring rhyme enters the garden with fragrant words, but the red remains of the voyage are gone. Protecting the wine and asking about the setting sun 2. "Farewell Father" The breeze and raindrops are the change of scenery in the world, the new dawn, the edict from heaven, the edict comes to save my father's soul 3. "Thinking of my father" (Seven Wonders) It is difficult to say goodbye to my father's tomb in the green mountains Family love in the prosperous age has been slow since then. See you again at midnight. See you again in the morning. 4. "The Four Fathers" (Qi Jue). 5. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Wonders) It's hard to be filial, drunk in the wind and rain, and longing for relatives. I want to die in the high hall, but I can't help sighing about homesickness. Who can interpret the meaning of the dream poem Xinghua Village? 6. "Plum Blossoms" (Seven Wonders) Who can appreciate the beautiful plums and proud snow? The cold winter has fallen, and the years have left no trace. I often recall the old long-lost relatives without noticing the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Qi Jue) The wind is drizzle and the autumn is cool. I still hold the pipa. I hate the candle wound and the family love has nowhere to complain. I ask you when will you go to Chiyang. 8. "Qi Jue Remembers My Father" (New Rhyme) Chang Si loved his father when he was in office, and gave up drinking and smoking to keep Shu clean and honest. When I leave my post, I feel light and at ease, and when I return home I feel the sweetness of the food. 9. "Recalling the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant. Du Yuming is surrounded by clouds and smoke, weeping for the souls of the dead, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Thinking of Father" (New Rhyme) The world is full of flowers, and I think of my father year after year. Like the snow that disappears without a shadow in one's life, one's love for flowers spreads throughout the life. 11. "Late Autumn--Standing in Fear" There are tears in the fallen sycamores. I am mourning for the last year. I am in a shower. I am in the dream. I am sad. The wind is beside the fence. The old trees are still standing. The leaves on the canopy are reflecting the old appearance. If the bluebird can pass down the family letter, The chrysanthemums have bloomed to extinguish the love of descendants. 12. "Missing My Father on the Sands of Huanxi" The blood and family ties cannot be brought back, and it is hard to hold back the tears of flying money. Song Tao and hundreds of birds also cry sadly! The news of Yin and Yang is cut off, who knows about the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Father" (Seven Rhymes) Like a play, the road of life is full of sorrow, the wind, snow, moon and dreams leisurely pick up the pen, dance around in the world of mortals, write wine and sing softly, receive a pillow from all over the world, and miss you. There are no poems to commemorate Xingzhou when I swim away. 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhythms). The maple leaves on the distant mountains are getting red, and the remaining lotuses on the lake are entering the evening fragrance. The cold frost on the ground has led to half a plate of abandoned children. The shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play. Time is short, and the years leave traces in the diary. Yufu Taiping has no calligraphy, only miscellaneous titles and articles. 15. "Spring Wounds" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the Yin spring, the west rain keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, how many things happen, how many slow steps in life, the true celadon lamps are still drinking tea today. The fragrance is gone, people are pouring wine on melancholy, adding chaos to their moods, and they are hoeing and weeping to bury the souls of flowers. 16. "Thinking of My Father" The beautiful orchid outside the court welcomes the distant guests, Is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? The yellow and fruit trailing branches. Staring like a father smiling, eyes filled with tears. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers fills the courtyard in March, and the lovers tease the monkeys together. Family love and love will stay forever. When the news from Yin Yang breaks, the wild geese look at their children with sorrow. 17. "Qi Rhythm (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolation of the sky fills the sky with sorrow. The spirit is tired and the world is cold, and the body is only buried in white snow. The tenderness of a loving father finally disappears, but there is no doubt about the filial piety of a young child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, looking forward to the mist.

18. "Moon over Xijiang·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo weeps blood and tears and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? Several times the osmanthus flowers bloom and the leaves of the field seven are green. The sound and appearance are still lingering in my memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "Partridge Heaven?" "Deep Missing" I don't know the yin and the yang, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of dreaming. When I came back, I saw only a smile on my face and waved my hands like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write this poem to comfort Chu Qi. 20. "Qilu: Remembering Father" (Xinwang) In the dream, I recalled my father, and when I woke up, my 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. We don’t care about fame and fortune now, but we will need more diligence in the future. 21. "Remembering My Father" ://fanwen99/article/197875920. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. Lamenting that people and things have changed, I feel ashamed and guilty in my heart. The daughter has tried hard to comfort Yan Ci, but things are so unpredictable. It's so embarrassing to be so weak in human kindness. Don't worry about the spirit of heaven. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, whether they are blessings or disasters. The world of mortals rolls three thousand feet, and there is justice for everyone... >>

Poems about missing my father

Unconsciously for more than ten years, countless sounds of warblers and swallows have passed by . The moonlight in front of the window is still moving, and the neem flowers are blooming, calm and quiet. There are not many memories of the past, but the fragments I remember are very profound. Thinking of my father's face, it seems as if he is right in front of me, but yet it is far away. Endless longings, no words to express, can only look back gently, miss silently, hands down and choked, speechless, only one word to express my heart: The clear water is clear and clear, the deep bottom flows slowly, and the long pavilion is outside , the old appearance is no longer visible. Once upon a time, there was always a smile on my face, playing in the courtyard, and endless joy. The orchids are still there, the fragrant grass stretches to the sky, and the old scene is so touching that it makes me feel sad. Please write in small characters, in the name of my father, I would like to invite fish and geese to take care of me. 1. "Arrival in Spring" (Five Wonders) The charm of spring enters the garden, the fragrance is kind and strict, but the red remains of the voyage, who will protect it again, drink wine and ask the sunset 2. "Farewell Father" The breeze, raindrops and rain are just the change of scenery in the world, the new dawn, the edict of heaven The present banner saves my father's soul 3. "Thinking of my father" (Seven uniques) It's hard to say goodbye to my father's tomb on the green mountains It is hard to believe in the Nine Worlds of Compassion and Yan since the tomb in Cang. When will we plow the land again in the middle of the night? Dreaming of silent tears 5. "Thinking of Father" (Seven Jue) It's hard to miss one's relatives when drunk in the wind and rain. It's hard to be filial in the high hall. I want to die, but I sigh about homesickness. Who can explain it? A few dreams about Xinghua Village 6. "Plum Blossoms" (Seven Wonders) Who appreciates the plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow? The harsh winter falls and the nine fragrant years pass without trace. I often recall old friends and relatives unaware of the cold wind. 7. "Homesickness" (Seven Wonders) The wind is drizzling and the cool autumn is still holding the pipa. I hate the candle injury and have nowhere to complain about my family affection. I ask you when will I go to Chiyang. 8. "Qi Jue Remembering My Father" (New Rhyme) When Chang Si loves his father and takes office, he quits drinking and smoking for the sake of his integrity. When I leave my post, I feel light and at ease, and when I return home I feel the sweetness of the food. 9. "Recalling the Birthday of the King and Grandson" The branches are still green, and the tender grass is fragrant. Du Yuming is surrounded by clouds and smoke, weeping for the souls of the dead, and the incense candles are swaying without any response. 10. "Thinking of Father" (New Rhyme) The world is full of flowers, and I think of my father year after year. Like the snow that disappears without a trace in life, the love of flowers scatters the fragrance of flowers for the rest of the life. 11. "Late Autumn--Standing in Fear" There are tears in the fallen sycamores. I am mourning for the last year. I am in the shower. I am in the dream. I am sad. The wind is beside the fence. The old trees are still standing. The old leaves on the canopy are reflected in the pines. If the bluebirds can pass down family letters, The chrysanthemums have bloomed to extinguish the love of descendants. 12. "Missing My Father on the Sands of Huanxi" The blood and family ties cannot be recalled, and it is difficult to hold back the tears of flying money.

Song Tao and hundreds of birds also cry sadly! The news of Yin and Yang is cut off, who knows the warmth and coldness of ten years? Night stage long sleep and endure separation? 13. "Father" (Seven Rhymes) Like a play, the road of life is full of sorrow, the wind, snow, moon and dreams leisurely pick up the pen, dance around in the world of mortals, write wine and sing softly, receive a pillow from all over the world, and miss you. There are no poems to commemorate Xingzhou when I swim away. 14. "Autumn Thoughts" (Seven Rhythms). The maple leaves on the distant mountains are getting red, and the remaining lotuses on the lake are entering the evening fragrance. The cold frost on the ground has led to half a plate of abandoned children. The shadow is unparalleled. Life is like a play. Time is short, and the years leave traces in the diary. Yufu Taiping has no calligraphy, only miscellaneous titles and articles. 15. "Spring Wounds" (Qilu) The east wind hunts and sends the Yin spring, the west rain keeps moistening the scenery, the new years are silent, how many things happen, how many slow steps in life, the true celadon lamps are still drinking tea today. The fragrance is gone, people are pouring wine on melancholy, adding chaos to their emotions, and they are hoeing and weeping to bury the souls of flowers. 16. "Thinking of My Father" The beautiful orchid outside the court welcomes the distant guests, Is Yan Jun returning to a foreign land? The yellow and fruit trailing branches. Staring like a father smiling, eyes filled with tears. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers fills the courtyard in March, and the elephants tease the monkeys together. Family love and love will stay forever. When the news from Yin Yang breaks, the wild geese look at their children with sorrow. 17. "Qi Rhythm (New Rhyme) Sadness" The bleak cold wind freezes the bones, and the desolation of the sky fills the sky with sorrow. The spirit form is tired and the world of mortals is cold, and the body is only buried in white snow. The tenderness of a loving father finally fades away, but there is no doubt about the filial piety of a young child. The chrysanthemums on the fence are as independent as the river bank, looking forward to the mist. 18. "Moon over Xijiang·Seeing things and missing relatives" Spring rain brings yellow flowers everywhere, where does the cold wind move the fallen leaves? The cuckoo weeps blood and tears and wets its clothes. Does Quanxia Yanjun understand? When the osmanthus flowers bloom several times and the leaves of the field seven are green. The sound and appearance are still lingering in my memory. Night dream Junyan wakes up crying! 19. "://fanwen99/article/197888047. Partridge Tian?" "Deep Missing" I don't know the yin and the yang, and I feel sorry for myself after ten years of dreaming. When I came back, I saw only a smile on my face and waved my hands like a phantom. Thinking about the past, remembering vaguely, reunion is the time of heartbreak! My heart aches when I hear people fulfill their filial piety, so I can only write this poem to comfort Chu Qi. 20. "Qilu·Remembering Father" (Xinwang) Thousands of Dreams... >> What should I do if I pull my hair and pull the roots to death?

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