If the floating dust in the city doesn't cover your soul
If you are a child coming out of a ravine in a mountain village
You should be familiar with this scene
Familiar with this frail figure
........................................................................................ Cattle farming? Field? Barefoot
the shabby straw hat and the narrow ridge ...
How much he looks like his father
The ancient well where the morning sun has not yet fallen on the head of the village
The rice field that has been ploughed and plowed for decades
I have already heard his voice reprimanding the cattle
This voice is more clear than the cuckoo who announced the spring news
The sweat is more attentive than the ox who has never been silent. The poor straw hat without texture
covered his youth
that faded away for a family
that unpolished nail
became thick and hard
He once knitted, supported and cultivated
the hopes and longings of a family
How fragile life is, and how tough he looks
... Regardless of fatigue? Brave the wind and rain
March forward step by step in a straight line
He is so cute, simple and stupid
An untiring ox
He is just like his father
Or he is the name of selfless love!
............................................................................................................................................................................ 8:? To all the fathers in the world!