Father
Dad
I have worked hard all my life
You have only one belief
To seek happiness for your children
It is because of your hard work
The family is harmonious and happy
Life is getting better day by day
Maybe
Only mothers are good in the world
Not many people are calling for help
Because
It is undeniable
Dad’s contribution to the family
No less than mom
In real society
Dad is the family’s source of income
He is silently supporting the entire family
No complaints
In the eyes of dads all over the world
Nothing
is more important than relying on his family
So
As a father
he is destined
to work for the comfort and happiness of his family members
all his life
What a respectable and great father
There is no love in the world
More selfless than father’s love
Father’s Day is here
Express your sincere love to our father
Father
Hazy time
Father
Is a big mountain
p>Sitting on his shoulder
Always see far, far away
When you are sensible
Father
is A stubborn bent pine
Only then did I realize that
I am so heavy, so heavy
And now
Father
You are a deep poem
The son read silently
The tears flowed gently
Father
< p>A long blue skyA green and mysterious mountain
A quiet and deep vast land
Vibrant living beings
What an opportunity for harmony between man and nature
The ridges in the fields are beautiful musical notations
The grains fluttering in the wind are dancing notes
The nine-curved mountain road It is the string of heaven and earth
It is the light steps of fathers that pluck it
What pops up is actually the swan song of life
The sweat excavated by the years The canal
The waves of development are stirring
The protruding veins are the Great Wall built by strength
The spirit of Yu Gong Yishan extends from here
Moonlight Nourishing this peaceful night
The running water in front of the room took away all the fatigue
I touched the peace in the snoring
I also felt the whiteness in the mirror The light that shines
Father
The years that have been built up by wind and rain
are engraved on my father’s forehead
wisdom is deeply outlined and life
The fallen flowers have gone
My father’s grace is no longer the same
The traces of passing are covered with dead leaves everywhere
The luxuriant grass has long since disappeared
The years
Why are they so rushed
Remember that evening
My father took my little hand to see The sunset
The sky is stained with red clouds
It seems that my father is expecting a dream from me
I feel guilty and dare not look directly into my father’s expectant eyes
The vast clouds
Like my father’s deep love for me
I was so happy that I wanted to cry
My father in his youth
p>Always say to me: I am the big tree, you are the little tree
Now that the little tree has grown up, I want to say to my father:
You will always be me The big tree