Every afternoon after school, I can’t help but think:
Candy! dad! Bike bags and cargo racks!
I can’t even think about going home,
I can’t even put down my schoolbag.
Facing the setting sun,
withdrew my little feet,
went around the main road,
and took the narrow path.
After a while of trotting,
arrived at Shiyang Banpo.
Facing the setting sun,
looking forward,
but feeling melancholy,
not wanting to see my father bend down while pushing the cart with difficulty waist!
In the 1960s,
to raise a family in Hukou,
my father resolutely gave up his job and chose to fight alone!
From then on, I went to the market to sell stationery,
day after day, year after year,
suffering in the long wind and rain.
Every time I come home, no matter how late,
Dad will take out a few candies from the car bag or cargo box,
Where to use them? The Henan accent called me: Beibei!
I felt really happy after taking the candy!
Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but want to see my father immediately.
At this moment, a man pushing a cart was reflected in the afterglow.
He was limping and struggling to push the cart. slope.
I ran forward desperately,
waving my little hands, with blurred eyes,
"Dad! Dad! What's going on?"
Dad said, kid, don’t be afraid! It's just a fall, that's okay!
This is the father I want to see every sunset!