In memory of father
-Miss my father.
The wind in spring and March
Blow up the sleeping wrinkles on your face
You wake up with your eyes.
The hoe that has followed you for decades.
And a shoulder pole to carry the years.
The sun is writing history.
On your dark skin
Stars and the moon.
Green seedlings
This is your smiling face.
365 Li Lu.
You have no white hair.
Xinhe enjoys the warmth in your eyes.
The burden of life is heavy.
You are always on the run.
The children flew out like swallows.
This is your long-cherished wish.
I haven't heard you talk about your sadness.
I have never seen you complain.
You are always going to be bumpy silently.
Write it in those worn-out soles.
Brand on the soles of feet
The symphony of life reverberates in my heart.
You taught me to play the first movement.
That simple and dignified melody
Let me abandon the wildness of fighting
Learned to meditate and tolerate.
In the cup of life.
Whether it is bitter, bitter or bitter.
Good wine, good wine.
I want to be like you.
Try it yourself.
Sweet comes from bitter.
Cherry is delicious, planting trees, wanting to enjoy happiness, opening canals,
Tie the rope around your waist and drill, and the cannon will shake the earth.
Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.
A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household.
As soon as the sun goes down, the switch is turned on and the radio set sings.
Iron cows run around and everyone laughs.
Sweet comes from bitter, and red flowers bloom every year.
Water waves in Hongqi Canal roll over.
The Red Flag Canal is choppy, and all the members are smiling.
There is electricity on the top of the mountain, and floods and droughts turn into fertile fields.
Holding a few mouthfuls of canal water in my hand, I feel very comfortable and especially sweet.
The red flag canal is full of water, and I can't finish singing my songs.
Always follow the * * * production party and live a happy life.