Father's Love is Like a Mountain (Lyrics)
Liu Ping, a military father in Mingbo Salon, lost a leg in the war and worked hard to raise his children. In order to bring his father's warmth to his daughter in confinement, in a cold winter, he walked alone and rocked a handcart for more than 20 miles, came to his daughter, took out a dime from his arms, and His shirt was soaked with cold sweat as he took out the chicken soup that was only half full due to the jolt. The daughter hugged her father and cried. It's Qingming Festival again, and the old man has passed away long ago. I listened to my daughter's story silently and wrote this lyrics.
The hand-wheeled wheel rolls through the long streets to bring the warm sun to the daughter in confinement. The crumpled banknotes are hot in the palm. The remaining legs in the war hold up the harbor of home. That is the rumination of love, that is the swan song of love. In the wheelchair The green pines are always so majestic, and the love of a father is like a mountain. My daughter will always lean on your shoulders. The clothes are soaked with sweat. The ruts of winter clothes picked up the spilled chicken soup, and my chest clung to the shaking earthen pot, just like I hugged my young daughter back then. That is the swallow that builds the nest, that is the silkworm that spins silk. There is always honey flowing in the bitter wrinkles. A father's love is like a mountain. A daughter will always lean on your shoulder and her back is gone. As time flies, only the empty handcart tells the story of breastfeeding in the past. The child has become a flying swallow, but the long-cherished wish is even if it is the cuckoo's blood, even if the candle is lit for a long night, a father's love is like a mountain, and my daughter will always lean on your shoulder.