Be exhausted all one's life
You only have one belief.
Seek happiness for children
This is thanks to your efforts.
Family harmony and happiness
Life is getting better every day.
perhaps
In this world, only mother is good.
Not many people called for this.
because
undeniably
Dad's love for family.
No less than mom.
In the real world,
Dad is the source of family income.
He silently supported the whole family.
Without complaint
In the mind of the father of the world
Nothing
More important than relying on his home.
therefore
As a father
He is doomed to failure.
For the comfort and happiness of the family.
Work hard all your life
What a respectable and great father.
There is no love in the world.
More selfless than fatherly love
Father's Day is here.
Express your sincere love to our father.
Chapter 5 "The Way of Father's Love" is accustomed to your advice.
That warm harbor
The destination of psychological trauma treatment
cautiously
Miss the daydream of children soaring.
Ignorant, frivolous, opinionated
Satisfy the rainbow-like beauty?
I heard a lot of rumors.
Doubt your thinking space
What kind of outlook on people's livelihood do you dress up as?
Is it a responsibility or a game?
Or just acting in a movie.
Indulge in the neon of youth
When your back
Like a huge bow.
Sweat melts the hot land.
Ignoring the fire of frying.
Full of joyful expectations
But left a string of sighs.
In the wilderness with green grass and sky
Echoing the sunset coming at night
Smoke rising under the lonely lamp
Sincere confession
Helpless mood
Gaze haggard
Are engraved with deep memories.
I suddenly saw my way.
Never sang for you.
The way of fatherly love
Tree rings that travel through time
A river that spans the years
Confused and faithful eyes like water.
Let the dream be bitter and sweet
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To live is to be grateful for fate.
Death is also an interpretation of past love.
Article 6 "Parents" If the earth is deserted tomorrow,
Don't ask your parents to stay, love is silent!
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One day I want to climb Mount Everest and stand at the top.
neglect
Fog world: covered with snow, whistling.
I don't want to run on vilen any more.
Destined to have the backbone of a mountain
The tearful river will flow through one day.
Parents are endless coastlines.
Not just where I was born.
You can see sunsets and sunrises.
In the blink of an eye at dusk
I accompanied them through the whole autumn and winter?
Rivers still nurture us.
Never exhausted. Which shoal did my father put it in?
Can birds take letters to the south without a stream?
Oh! Wheat seedlings are at high risk of violence.
cry out
Stones ripple in the heart of every tree in the mountains.
Emerging leaves looked at me and smiled.
Glance left and right
The deck was floating on the sea and smelled of burning.
The wind is mixed with the smell of sea water.
I am a nail on the deck.
Waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for the parents' lifeboat.
If the earth is deserted tomorrow,
Don't tell my parents that love is silent.
Chapter VII "Father and Village" The village is old, and the old people in the village do not forget to struggle.
The barren land is malnourished and white.
The bent father's back is hard.
The shiny plow was embedded in his father's back, bleeding.
Father is trying to save.
The dying land is getting old.
Father of rural land
This is how to live together forever.
I left one for the autumn harvest last year.
The old people in the village belong to the Wang family.
I think my father is getting old, too
I thought the plow blade was still bleeding.
The village and the land began to groan.
Old people in the village often say
This year's crops will fail. Yes
After all, fathers are going to fall, and when they fall,
Who will use plows to save land and villages?
Chapter VIII Father ▲ Father (Poetry)
( 1)
father
It's harvest season again.
Your forehead
Years' smooth cheeks
It is full again.
father
It's another sad season.
Past years
Past disasters
Leave your hatred behind
You harvest withered buckwheat.
silent
The mountain is silent.
It mourns the dead plants.
silent
The water was silent.
It remembers the passing waves.
father
Bubushanxi
Hold the towering mountain peak in your hand.
Decorate farmers' dreams
Father!
You firmly believe
Disaster will always end.
The suffering will eventually pass.
Father, hehe
Now this harvest season
At this distance
The moonlight holds your face.
I'm already dreaming, okay?
(2)
Sunlight passes through the neon silence,
The air is filled with the smell of earth;
A figure loomed around the corner,
Eyes full of longing and expectation,
The scorching sun cannot make him sweat.
Tiredness and bitterness are thrown into the distance,
Looking forward to a happy life;
There is a shallow sweet smile on the corner of my mouth.
His life is always in such a hurry.
Even persuasion has become more vague and distant,
When walking through busy and crowded streets together,
When I walked past a group of guards,
Miss my father's simplicity and kindness,
Stand up and never die like that!
(3)
father
You nagged around the fireplace.
It's a pity that I only listen at dusk.
On the forehead and neck
A tired mother
Did you wipe your sweat lightly?
You are suffering.
as one gets older
With a staggering pace
Anti-octanoic acid
father
No matter how tired you are, you should do it yourself.
father
The sky is full of stars tonight.
My son is already in tears.
father
Please stand by and watch
Stick to it
Sun Dongsheng rising in Ming Dynasty
Will wash away all the pain for you.
father
Tonight is the eighth day of February.
Your son has insomnia tonight and misses you very much.
20 12 March 0 1 night
(4)
Thinking behind cows.
Looking forward to the evening sky
Pat the tired dirt off your shoulders.
The fuzzy naked eye is expecting.
In midsummer, bees surround butterflies.
Golden fruit in late autumn
When the hot sun slowly cools down.
He looked thoughtfully into the distance.
Miss Dad, did you have stomach trouble again last night?
Does it still hurt?
I know, I know. You take your medicine in big gulps.
Those are all three-point poisons!
But how can I alleviate your pain?
Twenty years ago, your teeth were yellow with poisonous smoke.
Your hair was exposed to wind and frost ten years ago.
Just three years ago, your fingers were covered with calluses.
How hard you have to work!
I went home three months ago.
Your thin torso can't even hold a bowl of rice.
Your eyes are slowly going blind.
Your ears are starting to faint.
How hard you have to work!
Mom left alone.
My brother took up his post.
And I am in this foreign land, pursuing an unknown dream.
You are the only one guarding your home in your native land!
Can you still hear my call?
Do you still see the poem I wrote for you?
When I get home, when I get home-
Article 10 My father is old, his father is bald and his hair is sparse.
Like an old tree in the mountains.
There are only a few leaves left on the dry branch.
The smiling father crumpled into a bunch of hills.
Looking at my father's bent back.
Staggered motion
A pathetic leap to the top.
An old father who is about to have an operation.
Facing the challenges of life
Struggle with the hardships of life
My heart is tangled in the waves.
Roll, roll
The strong disinfectant in the hospital is a pungent headache.
Special taste and melancholy
It is conceivable that every patient who has experienced torture and pain.
Step into this threshold and experience the process of physical recovery.
Sick beds are partners in rehabilitation.
Medical personnel are the prescription for treating patients.
Family members are mental placebos and power gas stations.
Father is old.
It is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran.
He is being swept by the horizon.
Cut off the light bit by bit.
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