Father's Day | Whoever reads the most delicate, nine poems about father's love, feel the father's love like mountains

Time hurriedly urged people to grow old, and another year of Father's Day! Father loves speechless, loves silent, his father's love is deep as mountains, warm as wind, and silently guarding the love in his heart, using his body to support his children a blue sky.

Father's Day, I wish all the dads in the world a happy holiday! Whoever reads the most delicate, nine poems feel the love of father, there is always a song that makes you tears!

Persuade filial piety

Song-Chen Chen

Parents are working hard to raise their bodies, and they have to be five parents.

If you do not cultivate the crops diligently, it is still a person.

Show off

Song-Lu You

I drilled the paper like a flood, and I Fu Fuji punished a lot of punishment.

Father and son even divided into teachers and friends, and often had short lamps in the middle of the night.

Parents

Song-Wang Zhen

Suddenly, I was sad, and there were tears drooping for a century.

Ye Ye was falling in the autumn wind, and the silence was drowsiness.

The courtyard was shocked with a stick, and the walls of the wall saw the paintings.

The trace of the threshold of remote viewing is universal.

Father and son and poem

Song-Ai Fu

Whoever groaned over the cottage, he led the jade to shine.

Seeing Biao Guo Nengjin, he was ashamed of Cao Liu's short wall.

There are a few eternal spoils, and a pot of ice and snow suddenly increases.

The guest came to send the manuscript in the mountains, and Mo Xiaomei only faded the makeup.

Guanciwu

Song-He Menggui

There are birds and birds named Ciwu.

The feather feeding was fed, and he was graceful to report to his parents.

People and Yi Tianli declined for a long time, smelling this liver and gallbladder as Zhaosu.

Do you know that poultry and micro -objects are righteous?

The chicks became cracks, and the long flesh of the Popo had been crooked.

The heaven and earth creatures are different, and the good and evil is very different.

The filial piety in the poultry is the second chief in the world.

Parents love their son grace, and their hearts can be like parents.

Who lives in life is a long -sighted man.

Insufficient sunlight twilight, Lao Wu hugged the night tree.

Feel

Yuan-Wang Mian

When my parents have me, love is like a palm.

， 暑 暑 暑 襁 襁, breastfeeding follows.

The year -old words are spoken, and the size is cited.

Shaking his head but pear, do not need to help.

Three years away from the embrace, known kinship and sparse.

Xiangxiang knows advance and retreat, and deal with no 识.

Five or six gradually refreshing, and the aura is different.

Yiyi bathing Renhua, listening to it.

Eight -year -old entered elementary school, followed by models.

I am aware of the strange line, not reading non -sacred books.

The clan was shocked, and my parents were lonely.

The guests turned back and referred to the sweaty horse.

Growing up the intestines, learning to follow the good picture.

Master's painting must be self -detention.

Wish to be loyal, to the monarch still Tang Yu.

If you want to make the people of the world, they are still primary and bustling.

Sound Schlerin, showing his parents' reputation.

This ambition is sluggish, and the crown is mixed with mud.

Thirty autumn is kicked, and it is like catfish.

There is no inch field to return to the farming, and the shepherd has no inch.

He rejected the Pan Ping Xing, and Wang Yun sighed.

The worldly scorn me, so I was foolish.

Lai has the kindness of his parents, leaning on the door and relying on.

My heart is bitter, I am in love.

The mountain forest competes, the road is noisy.

The deserted forest sunset is yin, and he is shameful.

The ebony is like this, what is my life?

Picked song

Ming-Zhu Yuanzhang

The garden is the dealer and the clouds, and there are Ciyu breasts.

Chuangyao did not teach, and Tengxiang dumb and faint.

Sometimes power and flying, sometimes not as good as branches.

Huluho went to the feathers, and the wings of the wind and wind were vibrating.

The parents followed each other tightly, and the young people knew that they returned to heaven.

I thought about the young people in the past.

不 心 心 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷 歔欷.

Young girl

Qing-Huang Jingren

Ru's father was really happy for years, and he was very difficult to travel.

This trip is not Changanke, Mo Xiangfu clouds north.

If you do n’t pick up your father's book, you will not sleep for half a year.

Hyundai-Ye Jiaying

Chu Feng should lose his mother, whoever reads the most delicate.

Knowing that Chengdu guests tonight, the same blue light is the same.

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