To my son.
1, son, compared with you, I am getting shorter and shorter.
So you have to see the scenery I can't see.
I don't ask you to describe it to me.
But you must leave your footprints at some dawn.
Hear the wind and understand it.
Listen to the rain, pity the rain.
Pity the world and a disabled mother.
Son, I like you to shine your shoes on Sunday.
We go our own way and wear the cheapest shoes.
What kind of shoes will make people happy.
There's still a long way to go, son
The birdsong, the rain and the mud house I put in your childhood pocket.
You should always carry it.
And often take it out and look at it under the moon.
You have your own room.
There are windows facing south, and the sun shines in.
Son, you must learn to write poetry anyway.
I hope your secret will fill every corner and be shared only by you.
Son, start writing a diary today.
Diary with the same color as the sea, pen and ink with the sky.
4. Son, I think you will bloom when you are young.
The sunny playground is full of your youthful smiling faces.
Similarly, we should believe in the night.
Believe in muddy roads.
Don't say where you must go.
Be sure to say that love will come and not be lost.