A kite, a dream in my heart-for my daughter.
You are my kite.
Fly in the blue sky
Let your heart slide
In a free space
Harness Changfeng
Choose dreams
Kite! Kite!
When you are tired of flying
Don't forget to trace the roots.
Connect you with my lovesickness.
Back to the warm harbor
Stop your tired heart
There are great expectations there.
Waiting to warm your loneliness
There is enough love there.
Cheer up and sail for you.
Kite! Kite!
When your heart is blue
Don't forget to open the window of your heart.
Let the sun shine
Light up your chest through dark clouds
Kite! kite
When you dance with the wind happily
Don't forget the other end of the phone.
Have a heart to help you navigate.
She is willing to spend her whole life.
Carrying all your vicissitudes.
She wants a kite far away.
Can fly out of life
The most beautiful gesture
Blooming in the blue sky ...
Chapter 2: Writing letters to my daughter.
Spring has accumulated the rings of years.
And you filled it with baby shoes.
Dad's regrets and debts.
I know
In your nonsense.
Dad is not your concept of babbling.
My daughter.
although
Dad is a cloud floating in the sky.
But you are the moon in dad's heart.
Even though it's separated from Wan Li.
You can always burn dad's heart.
Looking at your picture,
Like spring growing in someone else's field.
often
Father's tears flowed freely.
Your smile
This is a blessing woven by silver stars.
Warm dad's dream of wandering in the four seasons.
Your crying
It is the language of colored silk thread threading.
Mend dad's hope of chasing day and night
My daughter.
You are the purest flower my father picked from his beloved Snow Lotus Mountain.
You are the most beautiful one that Dad chose from the dreamy Garden of Eden.
Your birth
It is the most beautiful scenery in dad's life.
Chapter 3: Writing letters to my daughter.
Call your name gently.
Can feel tenderness
Slip through a man's heart
Because of you.
Create homesickness
It's harder to install.
After much thought.
In order to find one
A name that suits you.
A long silence.
I hope everyone
When I called you,
Lightweight and soft
It's not just me
In your life.
I can accompany you to geometry again.
I think there is such a person.
There will always be such a person.
When I called you,
Full of infinite tenderness
Chapter Four: Poems for Daughters
Your crying.
With October's guess
I have no time.
Two clean and dust-free lakes waiting for you
Shine on yourself
With your rosy little hands
Holding the sacred throne.
Your body is too soft.
Just like spring.
Slender willow branches
I'm afraid of my clumsiness.
Will accidentally break you.
You are like a full seed.
In the soil of my love
swift growth
I always use my hurried steps.
Chasing you
On your increasingly stretched waist
Capture hardships and happiness
In winter
You are like a wheat seedling that is afraid of cold.
I turned myself into
Cover your snow.
You will curl up.
Snuggle up in a warm embrace.
in summer
You are like a restless butterfly.
I turned myself into
A rotating parasol
Put all the heat energy
Be inhaled into the body.
It's in my travel bag.
You have become a necessity.
We can't live without it.
Days without each other
You are like a clean and flawless canvas.
I grind myself into colored paint.
I want to help you realize your dream of graffiti.
Cut the right clothes.
On the day you were born.
I also planted a wish.
Hope on the branch where you grew up
Healthy green leaves
Blooming with more happiness