Dad, I am suddenly afraid of the wrinkles on your face. Your silent lips can never say: I love you. I am afraid that your old face will be too sad, and the pain of smoky fingertips will hide the spring of March. The river continues to flow in the seasons, and the footsteps are in panic. Deep in your back, Dad, I am afraid that your once warm embrace will be lost forever in my memory. Dad, I'm afraid of your sighs. Dad, I still have some spare time to take you to see how beautiful the peach blossoms are.
Poetry for Dad You are a dense forest, and I am a tree under your careful care. Small tree; you are a blue sky, and I am a happy bird in your arms; you are a towering tree, and I am a naughty child under your huge shadow. In the busy world, I am a wheel, and you are the owner of this car. My responsibility is to keep moving forward. However, when I am naughty, you will criticize me and teach me by slamming on the brakes; when I am obedient, you will let me run to my heart's content in rain or shine.
ah! You, my dear father, have given me years like flowers and ambitions like mountains. Believe me, I will use words as big as mountains to embellish the glory of tomorrow! ah! Dad, I have endless words to say to you and endless hymns to sing. Only this sentence has been hidden in my heart for a long time: Dad, I love you