The vague naked eye is looking forward to
The bees and butterflies in midsummer
The golden fruits in late autumn
When the scorching sun slowly cools down< /p>
He looked thoughtfully at Chapter 4 "Bury Love in the Heart"
Inadvertently
Father
Me too Became a father
There is a festival for us in June
You are not familiar with it
Let me toast you with a glass of wine
Three two and fifty-five degrees
I am here in the mountain city
You are in the mountain village
According to your temperament
Blessings are speechless
Just like your flying cattle whip
With a whoosh
We drank this glass of wine
Did it, father
Let alcohol burn hotly in our blood
It’s like the pain of pulling seven children
into adults
Fuck Oh, father
Let us uphold your quality
Bury love in our hearts
All our lives
Ordinary
From Chapter 5 "Gift"
Li Liyang
When pulling out the metal fragment from my palm
My father told in a low voice a story.
I looked at his cute face instead of the blade.
Before the story ended, he took out the iron bar that I thought would kill me.
I don’t remember the content of the story,
But I can still hear his voice, a glance
A black well, a prayer.
I still remember his hands,
The double tenderness
He placed on my face,
The flame of discipline< /p>
He hung above my head.
If you had been there that afternoon
You might have thought you saw a man
A boy planting something in the palm of his hand,
A silver tear, a small flame.
If you follow that boy
You will end up here,
I am hunched over my wife’s right hand.
Look at how I shaved off her nails
She didn’t feel the pain at all with such care.
I watched like I was watching the splinters being pulled out.
That was when I was seven years old, my father
just held my hand,
I did not break the pieces
Hold it in my hand and think,
Metal, want to bury me,
Name it the little killer,
The ore goes deep into my heart.
I did not lift up my wounds and cry,
Death was here!
When he gave me things to keep
I Did what a child should do.
I kissed my father. Chapter 6 "Story"
Li Liyang
What a pity this man was, he was asked to tell a story
but he couldn't think of one.
His 5-year-old son was waiting on his lap.
Stories never told, Dad. Not mentioned before.
The man scratched his head.
In a room full of books, full of stories
In the world, he could not remember even one
. Soon, he thought, The boy
will abandon his father.
This man has been thinking about it for a long time. He thinks that one day, this boy will leave. Don't go!
Listen to the story of the crocodile! Listen to the story of the angel again!
You like the story of the spider. You'll find spiders funny.
Let me tell you!
Still the boy packed his shirt into the suitcase,
looking for his keys. Are you a god,
That person screamed, making me sit in front of you in silence?
Or am I a god, and I can never let anyone down?
< p>But the boy is here.Dad, please tell me a story?
An emotional rather than a logical equation,
An earthly equation, rather than a divine heavenly equation,
It is a child's plea and
A father's love is equal to silence. Chapter 7 "Behind the Father"
Beside an oil lamp
A halo like a firefly
Binding an old figure
The tip of a needle The totem embroidered on the bottom
The song that releases life in the dark night
The snoring of the father in the middle of the night
It echoes the sincere dream words
With the pull of the mountain wind
Tired of revisiting the fields
Just inhabiting my mother’s sight
At dawn, from the iron pot Stir-fry it out
The fragrant food witnesses the watery years
The roasted emotions are integrated into the details of life
Just in the child's sleep
The father went out again carrying the burden. Chapter 8 "Repaying Life"
I used to be unwilling to accept kind words
I never knew whether to care or not
In my heart Always complaining
Restricting my freedom
It turns out that the road is full of gaps
It turns out that I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is
My father always has no complaints
Driven away the countercurrent
I hope I can remember everything again
I have seen through yesterday’s love
But the reward is never enough
There is no end to your dedication to me
No matter how hard it is in the future
There is no end to your dedication to me
Leisurely laughing and talking about joy and sorrow
There is no end to your dedication to me
You will not miss it even if we are far away
There is no end to your dedication to me
How to repay even if it lasts your whole life
Why you are rebellious and unwilling to back down
Why you are so extreme that you just want to walk away
Misunderstandings are always unintentional
Added the ninth chapter of Melancholy "Thank You" 》
Thank you
Lifted up my golden childhood
When did you start forgetting the stories you told me
What? I began to miss your silent gaze
Forgive me
I never gave you a hug when you grew up
You are proud of me
I have never felt proud of you
You are so generous
It is my eternal shame
Looking up a mountain, bowing down a river
The mountains are called father mountains, and the rivers are called mother rivers
Father's hands in the mountains and forests
Summer shields the wind and rain and autumn comes to send wild fruits
Mother's song is gentle and beautiful as the water flows in the river.
Sing to me every year,
Father, mountain, mother, river
The mountains are high and the river is clear
I have raised my children for generations. Ah
Nourish the good life in the world Chapter 10 "Father"
There are thousands of emotions in the world,
The fatherly love given to me by my father,
As warm as the sun,
As generous as the mountains.
Whether it is the fun of childhood,
the growth of youth,
or entering society,
or even becoming a father and a mother. ,
Every step is inseparable from my father's care and blessing.
The father supports the whole family with his thick arms.
The father cares for the children's hearts with warm affection.
Let us speak loudly about our love for our fathers,
Wish all the fathers in the world a happy holiday!