Selected essays and poems for my father Part I: One of the songs that my father loves for my father.
I often call my daughter's name in my dreams.
I know you often call me in your dreams.
I am your hope.
Just like my daughter is my hope.
You are the eternal sun.
Hanging in my heart forever
Leisure time
Bathe your warmth
Only then did I know my daughter's rainy day.
This is also very interesting.
Daughter is carefree
Aggravated the pain of missing
Singing poetry for 28 years.
None of them are for you.
Selected Prose and Poetry for Father Part II: Fathers love endlessly and are tired. You were hurt by love there, and you were there.
However, why not share the joy together?
However, when you are happy, you just smile.
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Father, are you watching?
I have run away from you.
But I always miss it.
I miss your yelling and your beating and cursing.
Now, you always silently tolerate everything about me.
Fallen, you stop talking.
If you give up, you will stop teaching.
Have I grown up? Or have I let you down?
Father, are you listening?
I will set sail tomorrow, and the goal is tomorrow.
But I hope to get your answer.
Just like when I was a kid, you told me with stubble
Yes, how long have I been doing this?
I'm afraid you can't remember yourself.
You just told me everything in silence.
I have grown up and my childhood has become a luxury.
I can see it if I want, but I can't afford it.
Father, did you get it?
I let the wind fly to you with my love.
Unspeakable love, facing the wind, accompanied by rain.
Sprinkle a little on you
You must know, because I can see your smile.
No, no, not the sun.
It's too hot, it will tan your face.
Your vicissitudes of life face, can't bear so much anymore.
Father, do you feel it?
I keep all your teachings in mind.
Your white hair should stop spreading.
I will pray to God that the wind will blow more gently.
Let it rain less and less.
How can we let them do whatever they want?
You know, the wind will blow away your hard hair for me.
That's beyond my power.
Because, I am not a child anymore.
I cried because I was no longer a child.
You know, I never dared to think so.
However, this is the case.
I know you must still be watching and listening.
But I can't be a child anymore.
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Selected Prose and Poetry for Father Part III: Dad, I love you. You are a dense forest.
I am a small tree;
You are a vast sky,
I am a free-flying bird;
Dad's love is like the sun,
Very warm;
Dad's love is like the moon,
Very gentle;
I must sow the seeds of your hope.
Whether there are leaves or not tomorrow.
I am the daughter of Hai.
Your ocean will always be full of affectionate expectations.
Windy days
Your strong arms
Entrust me to the vast vault to receive the sunshine.
Even if you disappear into smoke.
Wider than the sea is the sky.
Bigger than the sky is your heart.
Mom said, you are a trustworthy person;
I said, you are my spiritual pillar;
Help me when I'm in trouble,
Comfort me when I am sad.
Ah! You, my dear father,
You gave me the same years;
Thank you!
Believe me, I will use my efforts,
To decorate tomorrow's glory!
Dad,
A word hidden in my heart for a long time:
That is ... Dad, I love you!