Chapter 1: Father in the Snow
Father in the snow,
I left two footprints in the snow, carrying my childhood:
The group stayed on the way to see the doctor,
A line leading to a warm thatched cottage.
Father in the snow,
Once accompanied me to leave two strings of voices in the snow:
A string of squeaky footsteps when stepping on the snow,
A string of laughter is when we have a snowball fight together.
Father in the snow,
Leave me two numbers:
When I was sent to college, there was only one station square left.
One of them was left at the school gate when I was given living expenses.
Father in the snow,
For many years,
You are shoveling snow with a shovel in your hand.
Shovel down the big and strong cabbage,
We share the joy of labor and the joy of harvest.
Ah! Father, my father is in the snow!
Today, today!
I can only walk into you in the snowflake dancing.
You walk into the jungle,
Walking into you covered with snow,
Call dad silently! Dad!
It snows again! It snows again!
Dad! Are you cold?
And you, you'll never see it again,
I can't see the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Never hear my call a thousand times again!
I can only kneel before you.
Open the paper to worship you!
I can only miss you with * * * Mingbi!
Can only serve
Snowflakes fall on your grave.
You can only leave lonely footprints in the snow.
Ren Xue and tears blurred you in the snow!
Chapter II: To Father
Father's eyes
Like fire
I'm scared.
scald
Father's expectation
solid/firm as a rock
Shenxundian
Pressure in
upper arm
Fatherly love yo
Lofty or bottomless
Really, you can't use a ruler.
measure
Fatherly love yo
Pack mine.
travelling bag
lively
way
I'm even better.
brave
Full of courage/drive/courage
Fatherly love yo
In the cold
winter
Like touching.
sunlight
Warm the atrium
Warm and brand-new
dream
Fatherly love yo
Like poplars
Ye Er Green
Generzhuang
Grow up in spring.
Shan Shang Gang
Ah, father
I cannot praise you too much.
mercy
Let the child write a poem.
Let it go to the elegant hall
Give off the scent of ink
With the sons and daughters of the world
* * * Share with
Chapter Three: Father's Hair Tip
Always ask you for it, never.
Say thanks.
I won't know until I grow up.
It's not easy for you
When these heartbreaking melodies
Ring in the ear
Disobedient tears will
Turn around in your eyes
When you get used to it
You forgot to be grateful.
The sky is big, but the heart is small.
My heart is full of my father at the moment.
That shaky shadow
When the moon is at the willow tip.
I miss my father who gets up early and is greedy for black.
Like Bai Yueguang.
His euphemistic voice came from the other side.
I counted how much I had.
sleepless night
Memories of yesterday
The time interval is still so close
But I miss you all the time
So far away and ancient
Father sat quietly that day.
The breeze gently moved my father.
White hair tip
But slap my face.
The pain in my heart
Maybe he realized my eyes.
Until my father found out
How smart my turn is.
In fact, tears have wet the fundus.
After today.
When I secretly stared at my father again,
He seems afraid that I will be sad.
Hair is black.
In fact, I also saw that my father still
Have a heart that refuses to accept old age.
He was optimistic all his life.
His voice can always be heard in the crowd.
Laugh heartily
So he observed people his age.
Much younger
How many times did you go through?
365 Li Lu.
Father's face is covered with wrinkles.
The temple is gray and frosted.
Sometimes I'm afraid to look it in the eye.
Father's face
Because I'm afraid of stabbing the same heart
Can't hold back my tears.
Now I look at my father with half-gray hair.
I prayed silently in my heart.
May you move on in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Walk through the festival that belongs to you
Selflessly loving sun
Everything is born.
The moon reflects the brightness of the sun.
At night, I put my bright love.
Disperse the world
There was a time when I wanted to say
Father, I don't want this.
Chapter Four: Father
One side is soil and water, and the other side is sky.
You are a symbol of the times.
Time is not suitable for you. We miss you.
Alas, how many wishes are there,
How many blueprints are still unfinished.
Your figure,
Like a majestic mountain peak,
As bright as the bright moon.
Oh, history doesn't drive you. Everyone is talking about you.