A poem for my father

There are many poems written to my father, including ancient poems and poems, as follows:

cherish the memory of

Rongju Tanaka

Chunting's love is like a flowing spring, and Runzi's body and mind are as busy as a bee.

This year, the old man has returned to the world, leaving only tears to remember year after year.

A poem for my father

I used to think that he would never get old.

I just haven't slept much at night recently, just casually,

Time climbed to the corner of his eye, and the wind and frost stained his brow. It will be fine in a few days.

I thought he would never be unsmiling.

I just started to study the skills of emotions recently, so I can't help but express them.

I often pull out an unskilled smile on my lips, and my joys and sorrows are like grass growing wildly in March. Just stay for a few days.

I thought he would never fall.

It's just that I've been lazy recently, so I bent down.

Before crossing the road, I stumbled onto the path and my steps became a little light.

I know he will grow old, too. He once shouldered my heavy shoulders and could no longer bear too much weight.

I know that he also has tenderness, hiding in front of the ancient well without waves, which is a wall to give his family a sense of security.

I knew that he was tired and paralyzed, lost in the deserted corner around him, and straightened his back in the bright light.

He loves me. He never said it, but I know it.

Please let me be his wall in the future and clean up all the troubles in the world for him.

I love him, I never said it, and he knows it.