Father's love
There is a kind of tough love,
which always becomes softer after the children become the mainstay.
Father's love is
a roof to shelter from the rain;
a thick wall to block the wind;
a small boat to rely on A solid and stalwart;
A big mountain with trees growing on it.
The majestic father,
his straight waist has been bent into a bow,
that is to shoot the arrow of growth for his children;
The clear eardrums have been polished into cocoons,
Just because Lianxin’s receiver is always missed.
A sleepless lamp at night is always lit for the lost children in spring;
Drops of salt water of love
Every time The bloodline of the sick child must be transfused;
Between the lips whose teeth have been bitten by love
A few touching words will be revealed inadvertently.
When we were young, we always had a pair of thick fingers to help us comb.
Only after talking with Qiu did we understand the warmth of winter.
The elegant aroma of wine makes the south wind slightly intoxicating,
The cigarette smoke lingers like the fog of the northern morning.
A father's love is as deep as the ocean.
We who can bear the burden finally understand
why our father's eyes changed from cold to kind.
Let us carefully fold it into our hearts,
continue this selfless love,
let the brilliance of humanity illuminate the whole world.