Father on three wheels
Pull
A car full of tired wind
go home
It snowed that day.
Father's back is cold and warm.
Father is the warm fire in our hearts.
In my father's mind, we are his flame.
He is the straw that ignites the flame.
As soon as I got home, my father cleared the dust from the car.
I saw the dust of the years.
Cover father's forehead layer by layer.
The wind and rain washed out several gullies.
No, that's the wheel of time on my father's face.
track
Who says my father's life is useless?
Which is better, a father riding a tricycle or a father driving a BMW?
Only my heart knows best.
Father on three wheels
It is the pride of my life.