I always thought that the antonyms of love were not love until now I realized that the antonym of love is forgotten.

One poem and one article every day's original poems and dreams, don’t pass by with me anymore

◎ "I think that the most beautiful day is to wake up flowers in the morning, cook tea, be gone in the sun, stroll in the drizzle, and read under the night light. In this shallow time, the fireworks are poetic, and the flowers outside the window will be the flowers outside the window. Blossoming, the clouds and clouds, the end of the cloud is endless and pleasant. "—— Wang Zengqi

▍ "Hometown"

Text/Divada

The hometown is a round of Mingyue, which is a ship reflected in the sea breeze

Moss in time, draw on memories of the four seasons

That's the afterglow, let me complain again

Just like after the writing, I still sigh

There is a strand of grass, a story of helping the tree continues to write flowers

Is the deep and shallow mark in his hometown

Stopping forever in Hua Nianli of the beautiful family

So clear

The hometown is the nourishment after the war.

I never thought of one day, it will also become a distant place that is difficult to reach

Next to the attic on the summer night, there is a lamp, a pair of people

Whose return, several generations of the same hall

Next to the wooden table of the wine, leaves the fragrance of leaves

In the hazy night, wait for the sky to be bright

We set off back to the original place

Every day, I still fantasize about the youth to fight the Quartet

Go and break through the five -month, three rivers

Watching Xingzi blinking, the moonlight is gradually getting gradually

It's like the fog passing at night, the lights and the stars are stubborn

Just like the sun turns over, the sunflower goes slowly

"Can the hometown that never arrived in the distance that never met"

I worship and worship again, and there are old people who come up with my head

◎ I always thought that the antonyms of love are not love,

I did not understand until now that the antonyms of love are forgotten ...

》 "The wheat is familiar" (two outside)

Text/Zhang Zhanyun

Sparrow's Chi

Golden

Obtain

Striny's hat

Standing on Tianyu

Like a sickle

Harvester

Roar

Looking at the blue sky in the distance

◎ "I know the passing of the passing is not sad

My wishes are placed in the pine forest

There is a sea below, look like a pool from a distance

A little bit with me in the afternoon sunlight

People have been exhausted, people are very long

I should rest in the middle

The person who passed said that the branches are low

Those who have passed said that the branches are growing "

◎ There are some moments that will indulge in music:

As if you close your eyes, put your hands on your palm, and take me to the place you want to go.

▍ "Sometimes"

Lonely

Put in a jug

one person

Walk

Wilderness

With the eagle

Look for

Direction of the wind

◎ Small and trivial plots, subtle emotional circulation between people. It is often these fine things that comfort me.

▍ ▍ ▍ ▍

Days in the casserole

I was tilted

Suffering of the marrow

Cooked

Scent of fragrance

◎ You and I understand that this is never a fair world. People have different starting points, different paths, and even different encounters, and their destiny is different. Some people confess their lives, some people will live, some people resist, and some people will have their lives, hoping to intersect with disappointment, this is fate!

▍ "Draft"

Snow stopped

Big Red Lantern

Be silent

Sway

Jiang Xin's boat

Gated at the wine glass

Like a crescent tooth

Years later

Still

Faint Mei Xiang

◎ My father told me: "The most important thing for young people is to work hard and courage."

- "Night Talk with Father"

◎ But my father was so old like an old newspaper, the story above was a lifetime.

- "Father's Prose Poems"

▍ "Father"

Text/Wan Muqing

An ordinary farmer,

But the poet is shocking.

Is not it?

On the vast land,

He wrote his work.

That one field king dragon,

It is a line of poems.

Yingri Yue Xingchen,

Harvesting the golden coast is not old.

In the field of hope,

Green again has lost your youth.

A heavy mountain,

A eternal soul.

Oh father,

It's a man.

Anyone who is a man,

Not all father!

Father's Day, June 19, 2022

◎ A person's appearance is actually nothing. In the skin, the skin will grow old, and all the glorious will be swallowed by folds in the end, and the soul will not. Things, and your life. —— Wang Xiaobo

的 "Life where water plants can't be trapped"

Essay/people -oriented

One -round water grass

What can you be trapped

Can't live up to the water

I can't sleep

Can't stand the frog ringing

I can't sleep for the bird shadow

One -round water grass

In the end, I still trapped some

Trapped the eyes

I also trapped my thoughts

Trapped

I also trapped hesitation

Life is just like waterweed

Suibo never flows

Wash the past

Never give up yourself

Farewell

Flowing, Baiyun and Wu Lan

Never give up

The soil and ideal of persistence

Even though fate flipped

Eighteen bends

As long as you go well

Will be resolute

Extend

◎ Regardless of freedom of love or not, everyone dies and equal, and when he looks forward to light, he will not be afraid of darkness.

▍ "Under the Sun"

Text/Qianfeng

Hoe

Chew

This piece

Barren land

seem

There are too many

Unwilling

Hidden

Twilight

◎ Camus recalled: "If we cannot remedy what we did in the past, wouldn't we be forced to use as strong as possible to beautify them?" ▍ "Door"

Text/Qianfeng

A bunch of keys

Insert

Long -awaited

House

Everyone

Hope

Behind the door

There will be someone

◎ I wander around, tired and full of dust,

Youth, stop behind me.

It hesitant, lowered handsome head,

Don't want to go with me, go to an unfinished future.

——T

▍ "Old House"

Text/Yan Shicai (Gansu)

Squat in the mountains

Very old, very broken

Some dementia

The outline is pretty Zhouzheng

The door and window hole are all falling to teeth

There is still a breath

Whether

The sparrow family has been in peace for several years, and there is nothing to do with each other

To return to the forest or re -cultivating

You can see, worry

Mourning

My fate is held in the hands of others

◎ Although this sentence is distressed, it is true: Every parent who loves children can basically do it, and love parents are not what every child can do. Because loving children is natural, love parents are human nature ...

It is not enough to know that filial piety is not enough. We must not forget the "cruelty" of time, we must not forget the fact that "the tree wants to be quiet and the wind is more wind, and the child wants to raise it without waiting".

There are always busy things in life, everything is to be treated, but filial piety can not wait. If the son wants to raise it, you will not wait, and it will become an eternal pain. Don't let regrets make it in your own randomness. When you can filial piety, you must look at your parents and don't let go of every precious day left to us that God. It is getting less and less.

The world is available in the world, teenagers, Chancan Xingcao flowers, but not waiting for flowers to bloom, can be returned, can be returned.

——Shengxianxianzhuangzhuang

影 "The Back that has been following"

Text/Yinji

Silent in the examination room, I mentioned my pen and wrote down your poem ...

I wrote it quietly,

Know the wind can see.

Hidden behind the cloud

Looking forward to the blooming

The warmth of fingertips

Fiercely turning back

Seeing his golden childhood

See that the shoulder is not upright

But I can still see far and far away

He was all over

Once also a young man who was in the handsome and righteous

孑 孑 踽踽 踽踽 孑 ， ， ， ，

Facing the sunset calmly

nowadays

Only the shadow was pulled long and long ...

◎ If I have a child, then I seem to be saying: I was born, I tasted my life, and I confirmed that it was beautiful and worthy of us to repeat. ——Milan Kundela's novel "Farewell to Yuan Dance"

◎ Everyone is smart, and I have been clever for a lifetime. I hope the child is foolish and Lu, no disaster and no difficulty.

——Su Shi "Washing Poems"

◎ If the child is an ordinary generation,

Then Cheng Huan's knees;

If it is outstanding,

Then let it show his wings high;

Accept the child's mediocrity,

Just like children have never asked their parents to be

How good is it.

Not blame your father, filial piety is better than brothers,

He does not blame his wife, and he is not murderer.

——Liang Xiaosheng "The World"

◎ "If I have a deep affection for you, then it is not in vain. You will start to give me the happiness you have given me all the time. I didn't expect to have a child so fun. In the same way, the money you spent was insignificant, so we had to have a account, and I owed you at the beginning. "Father's Day, thinking of the words" To Daughter's Book ", still moved Essence

"Son, if Dad is gone"

One by one, Father's Day, write to my two sons poems

Wen/Yanyu

Son, if dad leaves

It's the place where you can't come back

Please don't be sad

Don't tearful

I want to gratify my dad to rest in peace

Because resting is like sleeping

Son, if dad leaves

It's the place where you can't come back

Please don’t say that father loves like mountains

The mountain is good or bad

When Dad is bent down like wings

Shock the wind and rain for you

It seems like a majestic mountain

Although you are a kind of asylum

But sometimes too steep cliffs

Polying a bayonet

I often do not respect your personal wishes

Make you sorrowful and sad

Helpless and embarrassed

Because you are in the future, you are society

Dad just begging for a wish in the restrictions

Son, if dad leaves

I have nothing to rest assured

Because this world is left, everyone is transferred to the earth

Maybe more beautiful

The most important thing is that you must have a love

Love Brothers and friends

Love family love nature

Only love can be combined into one

In order to cover up all faults

In order to turn suffering into blessings

Difficulty becomes grace

Make my watching long stream

Flower blooming splendid water far mountains high

◎ An De Shishan finds the old trace, how can the sea pressure the sea.

Whoever said is wrong, and it is empty if you don't believe it.

The flowers are easy to be old, and the thoughts are as good as the wind.

Ten years look back at the three thousand realms, all in the dream of the world.

◎ Dad's flowers are falling, I am no longer a child.

——Lin Haiyin "Old Things in the South"

◎ The family book sent to heaven can not help crying. I want to call you dad again, but no one answered again.

家 "Father's Day's Family Book"

——The father who has gone away

Text/Henan Shangqiu Yun Duo

Today's absence

Maybe you have been used to

But I still didn't learn

How to suppress the sadness and so

Every year today

I can only in this way

Tell you miss

Seven years

Dear father

Are you all Kang'an in the distance

It is said that father loves like mountains

But you are gone

Bring my mountain too

You

I forgot to take away

This festival that makes me sad

Since then I am afraid to face today

Dare not speak lightly father

Dare to click on the circle of friends

Dare not face

Other people in Chenghuan in the love of the strong father

Can only experience it alone

The regret that the son wants to raise and kiss is not here

The sun in June is hot

But don't dry my wet tears

It is said that time is the best medicine

Can cure all sadness

Why do you think of your pain?

Still not decreased

Dear father

If the next life can meet again

Let us

Interchange for identity

You come to me as a father

let me

It also hurts you to love you every day

Continue this life

Unlike father and daughter love

There is a very cute person in the world. This person is watching this article. I really envy these words, thousands of mountains and rivers, and see you on behalf of me. Forward a sugar ❤

Submitter | Original Poetry | Narcissus/Zhang Zhan Yun/Wanmu Qing/People -oriented/Qianfeng/Yan Shicai (Gansu)/Yinyu/Yanyu/Henan Shangqiu Yun Duo (except poetry in the text Thank you for the good work of the United States)

Figure | Qing Gengyu Reading (one poem, one text, original handwriting) (non -handwritten picture source network invades gratitude beauty map)

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