The sky and rain will not stop his smile on his son, the night thunder and wind, can not change his concern, take medicine to see a doctor, can not hide from his care, the earth withers, can not accept his words to his son, the moon sets and sunrise, can not replace the embankment he is waiting for, the clouds turn into snow wash, can not change the sincere heart, can not wash the love of a hundred thousand states, do not ask the first day of the new year, do not allow fifteen, only keep in front of him, his name is father. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ten fingers clenched the sweat in his heart and said that he insisted, bit the song of the lovesick strings, and fixed in the fate of squandering time, not seeking the long-term, not asking about advance and retreat, only willing to use all the voices of his heart to replace his son's starting capital, sad to step on hate, happy to step on difficult, said that he walked without saying a word, the fate of time staggered let his years open the door of hell for his son, and released a blessed and generous covenant.

Organized the capital of learning, changed the child's sadness, the domination of ability, determined the child's pay, the adjustment of the discourse, set the foreign speech, the analysis and judgment of the barcode into the mind, for the child's four seasons key and struggle, for the child's warmth and cold on his own dedication bridge, he does not worship Buddha, nor ask God, believe that labor has a harvest, he does not stay because of youth, does not give up because of old age.

Under the vertical and horizontal of time, he arranged the heart for him, he said, "The heart is internal, the language is external, the external can be determined on the inside, the internal can not be determined on the outside, you have to remember, the heart is priceless, it is to experience not picking up the wrong clothes and wearing, not eating dirty words and spitting" His dedication and emotion expressed the blueprint of my mind, describing the fragrance of the mind, I do not forget his grace because of a long time, and I can't wipe his sweat because of a short time.

He wears sunny clothes, escorting the journey of my lifeline, he holds the shackles in my heart, resists the wind and cold for me, he guards the snow, waits to stop, sweeps away the ice in front of me for me, he stays, does not give up because of my young poverty, he speaks, does not leave because of my wrong words, his gathering and scattering is the blue sky in my heart, and his face is the pride of my heart guarded by my heart.

He eats less, he is afraid that his son will be hungry, he wears less, he is afraid that his son will freeze, he does not dare to add clothes to his son on a hot day, he is afraid of heat stroke, he does not dare to give his son one less quilt in winter, he is afraid that his son will catch a cold, this love, this torture of heart and time, did not change his smile on me because of my naughtiness, did not ignore me because of my anger, he said, "The call of your soul is a welcome with a slight smile."

He didn't take me to see the sea, but he said to me, "The sea is salty, and the salt at home comes from there, because we are healthy because of it, and because of it, we are the condensation of many people, not the creation of a person.

His sweat is more expensive than gold, because the heart is complementing each other, his words are more than the mountain, because life is accompanied by each other, his voice is more beautiful than the replacement of the four seasons, because of the replacement of tears and joy, his eyes have been squandered, like the magic painting of the air in my heart, do not give up happiness because of tears, do not give up growth because of poverty, this landscape is accompanied by love, this blessed land is established by the sweat of fate.

Time will not lose romance because of poverty, years will not lose happiness because of sweat, life will not hinder hope because of tears, thoughts will not be cut short because of protection, the heart will not weave chain mail because of waiting, and the road will not replace eternity because of hatred of lateness, maybe he believes that "time is better than money and fame, in this world, it is parents who give life, and if heaven and earth can give us something we deserve, it will take away some of what it wants."

He pays for the outside of the home, she pays for the family, they guard the sun in their hearts, look forward to the moon in their dreams, will not take away the joy of the child because of the scarcity of stars, will not change the smile for the son because of the change of years, they know how to pave the way for the child, build bridges for the heart, pave the way for the mind, and compose the blessing in hope.

A fire in his heart, not burning his son's fault, a word in his tears, not hitting his son's fault, giving up in his life, but having a sincere sweat, gathering and scattering in the covenant, not dispersing the child's slowness, fame and fortune outside the body, but guarding the people in front of him, all kinds of wealth outside the home, just caring about the children's line, the clothes have been dirty, do not touch the children's appearance, there is a handful of soil in the hands, do not hit the children's shirts, have heard dirty words, and do not speak to the children.

Lou Ying also went with the moon, the song is difficult to repeat, the child's heart is difficult to be the bright moon table, the heart has helped each other to change the old, this change of mirror moon tears in the water, do not enter the door painting dawn, talk about the clouds cover the pen tears two lines, a line of sadness and a line of busy, the strings in the language are the heart, also to me two words, weaving the heart of the mind to hang the world, the tenderness of the floating feelings, a word swept in the years of the building, the heart of the young man changes with the wind.

Slowly, he looked back at the dream for an appointment, he didn't speak, I didn't speak, after waking up, I saw a smile and heard the sound of joy, the heart song walked into confusion, left the door, looked back, the smile continued, the voice was still there, circulating in the inner voice, calling a "father" In fact, he suffered a lot, but he never cried for this, he had a lot of wounds in his heart, and he never talked about it.

How strong the beloved and great "father" he is, when his son is helpless, he hopes to change his position, when his son is crying, he thinks that things will be replaced on him, he transcends the magic, replaces the four seasons, does not say bitterness, does not say sadness, his son's heart he rubs with blood, his son's tolerance he uses flesh to resist the wind and cold, and his bones for many years support the backbone of his son's back.

What he likes to hear most is his son's call, not to give up going to the appointment because of tears, not to avoid gathering and dispersing because of happiness, what he loves to see the most is his son's face, not to change his words to his son because of ugliness, not to give up management because he can't be self-reliant, what he wants to say most is, "You can carry the wealth yourself, if you get sick and poor, if you can let me replace you, even if it is to use my life as a bargaining chip."

Laughing in the middle of the song and the clouds, in this life, I miss each other in ignorance.

Don't be afraid of painting without being afraid, he once said that my heart dreamed.

My face was wrinkled, the door to my height was opened, my hands were calloused, I changed my clothes, I wiped away my tears, but what I had was the growth of ignorance, I couldn't subtract their age, I couldn't get rid of their sweat, a heart, two tears, it was difficult to enter the autumn painting to break the dream, this meeting, that meeting, wishing the next life in the sky, writing blessings for them, describing joy for them.

Looking back, under the shallow lamp, the words were the pipa in the heart, the deeds are vertically and horizontally linked to the chain mail in the heart, the key is their life, if you can choose, I would like this life for them to stick to the fairy tale of youth, do not grow to hurt her, do not have to invade him with illness, look at the heart, guard the blessing source, boil a glass of boiled water, and then wipe away their tired and sweaty with heart.

If there were two great men in the world, one was the father and the other was the mother.