father
Years cast by wind and rain
Carved on his father's forehead.
Profoundly outline the wisdom life.
The feeling of falling flowers is gone.
Father's manners are no longer the same.
Traces of passing away covered the dead leaves everywhere.
The lush grass has long since disappeared.
year
What's the hurry?
Remember that night.
My father took my little hand to watch the sunset.
The sky was red with red cloud.
It seems that my father is expecting a dream of mine.
I dare not look straight into my father's expectant eyes guiltily.
A large cloud
Just like my father's deep love for me
I want to cry for joy.
Young father
Always say to me: I am a big tree and you are a small tree.
The little tree that has grown up at the moment wants to say to his father:
You will always be my big tree
Poetry about father (2);
Fatherly love is like a mountain, strong and dependable.
Holding a young hand
Walk in the wind and rain
The aftertaste is sweet and soft.
God's arrangement
If it wasn't for life
Ruthlessly separate kindness from kindness.
Maybe you have something better.
Causal wandering
The last letter
Brave choice
great
Continue the love between father and son
Happiness is planted for children.
Looking forward to the children's future