These crops were not harvested in 1984.
My daughter is lying in my arms, sleeping so soundly.
There is no time to see an open-air movie tonight.
My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine.
I'm going to borrow more money from my neighbor tomorrow.
The child cried all day, clamoring for biscuits.
The blue polyester coat broke my heart.
Squatting by the pond, I punched myself twice.
This is from my father's diary.
This is a prose poem left over from his youth.
Decades later, I watched the tears flow.
But my father is old.
These crops were harvested in 1994.
My old mother died last year.
My daughter ran into the campus with a ponytail.
But she has been a little lonely recently and lost a lot of weight.
Think about the future. I will grow into a pile of old paper money.
At that time, my daughter will definitely surprise the audience.
A man who loves her wants to take her home.
But I can't bear to look at her when I think about it.
This is from my father's diary.
This is a prose poem left over from his life.
Decades later, I watched the tears flow.
But my father is as old as an old newspaper.
The story above is a lifetime.
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20 16 Xu Fei's new song presents a time version of "Prose Poems Written by Father" for Father's Day.
Words are an extension of language, and those unspeakable emotions can be summed up in one or several lines. Songs give life to words, making these poems vivid and full, and moving people's hearts more easily.
Singer Xu Fei's new song "Prose Poems Written by Father" is such a song that can be sung and praised. As a gift for Father's Day, Xu Fei profoundly interprets this paternal love poem condensed by the passage of time with a unique "sense of transmission" style.