A "story" Li Liyang
Poor man, asked to tell a story.
But I can't think of one.
His 5-year-old son is sitting on his lap waiting.
Never told a story, dad. Never talked about it.
This man is scratching his head.
In a room full of books and stories
In this world, he even has one
I can't remember. Soon, he thought, son.
Will give up his father.
The man thought for a long time, and he thought,
One day, the boy will leave. Don't go!
Listen to a story about crocodile fish! Listen to the story of the angel again!
You like spider stories. You will find spiders interesting.
Let me tell you something!
However, the boy put his shirt in the suitcase.
Look for his keys. Are you a god,
That man screamed and asked me to sit in front of you in silence?
Or am I a god and will never fail anyone?
But the boy is here. Dad, please tell a story.
An emotional equation, not a logical equation,
The equation of the mortal world is not a sacred paradise,
It's a child's plea
Fatherly love equals silence.
The second article "His Father and Son" Aaron Smith
I didn't realize my father until I was nearly forty years old.
Don't like me. I gave up basketball when I was thirteen, and the next year.
I know he was disappointed because he refused to go hunting, but he has never been there.
Think he doesn't like me.
Don't love me. No girlfriend. cannot
Drive a motor vehicle. Choose to be in the kitchen with mom.
He went to the Woods with his sons who wanted these things.
friends. Is he going fishing? Fishing rod and spool
At Christmas, under the tree. Year after year, I tried hard.
When we are together, the language is smarter,
More mobility. last summer
I went with him to buy a tractor.
Mom said, in case he needs help. When he and the sales staff
You didn't look at me when you tied the wheels to the trailer. Perfect.
Boy Scout Rope Festival Why sometimes I wish I could be a man?
Care about cars and football, take a knife with you.
And put it to use? In January, he screamed, I didn't.
Students, don't despise me! I shouted, you're not the one
That's great.
I learned to fight like his father, like him, like a man:
The fiercest person wins and never apologizes.
The third article "My Father's Leave"/Ella Sadof
When I came back, he had already left.
My mother is crying in the bathroom.
My sister was very upset in the crib, but fell asleep.
The sun shines on the protruding windowsill,
The grass has not been cut.
Nobody mentioned another woman,
The nights he spent in a stranger's house.
I sat at my desk and wrote him a note.
When mom saw his name on the paper,
She wants me to leave the house.
When she speaks, her voice
Like whispering to someone, the weight of her hand
I can't feel anything on my arm.
But at night, I opened the door.
See thousands of families like us.
I think I left,
I heard my mother's voice behind me.
Asked me to stay. But I was thirteen.
I wish I were a man, I won't.
Listen to anyone, not the woman I love.
Can convince me to stay.
Father, children know your father, children know you.
The morning light awakens the smoke window.
It also awakened my father's casual footsteps.
Father is really no longer young.
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Fragile days
From the day I married my mother back
This became my father's mission.
Pass on the' gene for benefiting farmers'.
Father took root in the sufferings of the cultivators prematurely.
Stay up until the end of the month.
In my dream, I talk nonsense.
//
Get up early and get greedy.
Make mom cry.
Mother lightly blames her father for his honesty and incompetence.
Go through several bumps in pots and pans
Father finally learned to submit to humiliation.
In the colorful era of dreams
Father has only a wet past.
Chew with your own cattle and sheep
//
Sleep at night.
Father likes smoking under the eaves.
The depth of thought
There are always smiling faces of several children as clear as the sky.
Played back the unyielding ancestors in his bones
Soon, my father was embarrassed and wronged.
Twist the whole face into a gully
Father has his own vows of eternal love.
Be worthy of your ancestors
Next, we should bring up our children.
Father doesn't want to ignite mother's nagging.
Sometimes you can only talk to yourself with the wind.
No matter how heavy it is, you have to carry it
//
Clouds pass through the peaks.
My father was relieved again.
Swinging and pulling the sweetness of hope.
Let the mood drift in the wind
Watch the Millennium songs of the season.
//
Although a person's road
That's it, that's it
After all, for my father,
And children and women who are not cold.
//
Father, the eternal call buried in my heart
Children's Mountain is separated by big water.
I don't know how many lost memories I can recall.
Because of wandering, because I can't contact.
Raising children for old age is a heavy topic.
Father, children are not running away.
All I know is it's too late.
Article 5: Thank you.
Raised my golden childhood.
When did you forget the story you told me?
When did you miss your silent gaze?
Forgive me.
I will never give you a hug when I grow up.
You are proud of me.
I have never been proud of you.
You are too generous.
This is my eternal shame.
Look up at a mountain and look down at a river.
The mountain is called Father Mountain and the river is called Mother River.
Shanlin's father's hand
Qiu Lai sends wild fruits in summer.
Mother's songs flow in the river, gentle and beautiful.
Sing to me every year,
Father Mountain, Mother River
The mountains are majestic and the rivers are clear.
Raised several generations of children.
Moisturize the good life on earth.
Article 6 Father is old.
It is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran.
He is being swept by the horizon.
Cut off the light bit by bit.
Father is old.
But by his wife's courtiers
Gradually become an emperor
The emperor's life has a lot of fun.
Take a shower, someone prepares clothes and scratches his back.
Writing and drawing, someone shakes the fan and pours ink.
Three meals a day vegetables and fruits.
Autumn wind and autumn rain were covered and added.
A slightly younger wife
Often blocked as? Nagging? king
There were also some in the emperor's time
The story of old sesame rotten millet
Said that when he was young
Give play to your skills as a student cadre.
Caught up with the girl in the city
From this time on.
Then duckweed has never left the rice seedling.
His acting career is booming.
Home was sung by him.
he said
What are the stars and the sun proud of?
An orange oil lamp waiting for his return at night.
It is his emperor.
Father is old.
Yellow mud has overflowed the chest.
When he can't move the red flag.
He became emperor.
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