father
Father is a river, flowing with the years, telling the vicissitudes of the world.
Father is the sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky.
Father is a mountain with a strong backbone and the fragrance of earth.
Father's love is like a mountain, deep and powerful, shielding me from the wind and rain;
Father's love is like water, silent and gentle, smoothing my inner wounds;
Father's love is like the sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating the darkest corner of my heart for me;
Father's love is like the moon, ignorant and elegant, which can give me hope even in the most cloudy days.
Father's love is like a song, melodious and heavy, which gives me the motivation to live;
Father's love is like the sea, broad and magnanimous, which contains countless mistakes of mine.