Chapter 1: Family ties are a thread.
Author: Fang Fang in spring
Family is a thread.
Hold you
Hang me
You cry, I cry.
You laugh, I laugh.
Cross the mountain
Across the water
Line length
Erchang
The wind has been blowing.
The rain won't open.
If there ever comes a day when
I guess
My heart will break for you.
Chapter 2: Family ties are like leaves.
A leaf,
From heaven to earth,
It is a sober persistence;
Spent a lifetime,
Just for one purpose,
Leave it on the branch as a foil,
Who created the buds of spring leaves;
Who guards the dependence of summer leaves;
Who cares about the maturity of autumn leaves;
Who cares about the falling leaves in winter;
Leaves change in four seasons;
The heart remains unchanged in the years;
Summer leaves are like youth, winter leaves are like old age;
Don't let the enthusiasm of summer leaves block the warmth of winter leaves;
Don't let the cold of winter leaves drive away summer leaves;
My friend, do you stand on the leaves in winter to support summer, or follow the leaves in summer to support winter?
Chapter three: the way to protect family.
Author: Jiang Qi 1983
I'm getting more and more cautious.
Afraid of accidentally losing family ties.
This emotional road
Without inner peace
A turbid heart
Floating in an unknown corner
To family.
Dare not speak loudly
Afraid of scaring it
I'm afraid I can't stand it.
-give yourself a hesitation.
Always trying to take care of it.
Actions are always out of control.
The writing is not neat
My heart often hurts.
Love degenerates into not knowing how to give.
Emotional degeneration
There is selfishness in caring.
pure love
Bleached by years
Do not expect them to understand.
Stop hurting yourself.
My contribution
The kind you don't want to go back to.
In the emotional world
There is a surge of power.
Put pure love
Go deep into the abyss of the heart
Longing for eternity
Turn love into legend
Even if you become a slave to love.
I cut my heart open
God is still indifferent
Chapter four: feelings
Author: Song sung by Huaiyuan
Hurried footsteps
Through the dusty time
There is no trace of snow. We are all looking for it.
Dormancy nutrition
The passage of time is far from the other side of family.
Complete silence
Rummaging through the chapters of the years
Some emotional language stood up.
Calling our birth names.
Emotional fragrance, such as summer flowers.
Harmony and the taste of rolled vegetables and steamed bread
The fragrant emotional space between my son and me.
Hold out your hand. Hold out my hand.
A pair of sister flowers
By the pottery furnace of life
Cooking a family dinner gives us a glimpse.
It's already tears.
That's not a stunner on the tip of the tongue.
Family footprints can't penetrate deep alleys.
Until it's almost forgotten
Knock on our drums.
Knock, knock