The original prose poem written by my father.

The original singer of "Prose Poems Written by Father" is Li Jian.

Father's Prose Poetry is a song written, composed and sung by Dong. This song explains the father's love and responsibility for his children, as well as the children's attention to the passage of time and the helplessness of his father in his later years. Xu Fei198510 June 2 1 was born in Siping City, Jilin Province. She is a popular female singer and music creator in Chinese mainland, and graduated from the Music Department of China People's Liberation Army Art College.

March 20 15, the solo album Xu Fei Guitar Collection was released. 20/kloc-released the fifth solo music album "Youth Wandering" in 0/6; Subsequently, the "Youth Wandering" concert tour was opened; In the same year, he became the first musician in Asia to complete the world's six marathons and win the exclusive medal for the six-star runner. On September 6th, 20 17, I released my sixth music album "If you want to do what others can't do".

Lyrics of prose poems written by my father.

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 has been crying all day.

Make a fuss about eating cookies

The blue polyester coat broke my heart.

Squatting by the pond, I punched myself twice.

This is from my father's diary.

This is his legacy from his youth.

Prose poems left behind

Decades later, I watched the tears flow.

But my father is old.

In 1994,

The crops have been harvested.

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 always be a pile of old paper money.

Daughters at that time will be very beautiful.

A man who loves her wants to take her home.

Can think of these.

I can't bear to look at her.

This is from my father's diary.

This is the legacy of his life.

Prose poems left behind