Father, ordinary father

A sorghum flower that can't be patted clean

A body of loess foam that can't be shaken

My father, this is my father

- The father who raised me from childhood to youth

His father was a farmer

A farmer who works with the loess

A farmer who rises at sunrise and rests day by day

My father was as simple as the yellow earth under his feet

His father was as honest as the yellow earth under his feet

The father was very literate

But his rough fingers—

I can skillfully write spring, summer, autumn and winter on that land

Write green hope

Write the golden harvest

My father

You can also blow up the whip in your hand

With his mighty voice

- Woo - oh - drive!

In that vast expanse of land—

Wake up spring, wake up dawn

Father's love is rustic

It was as simple as the vast yellow earth under his feet

My father's mind was very rough

It was as rough as the vast yellow earth beneath his feet

Father's hand

It is a five-finger mountain that reaches into the sky

In my years

Raise a blue sky for me

Father's palm

It is an umbrella for shade

In the palm of my father's hand

I don't know what a summer frost is

That's all—

In that blue sky

I let my dreams and beliefs fly

Under the umbrella

I fly my own journey

Let the sun shine, the wind, or the showers

There are these hands of my father

I have nothing to worry about

Just a childhood dream

In my father's smile of relief

Grow slowly, stage slowly

My father's heart is a port

Peaceful and warm

And here it is—

I'm tired of mooring

Anchor a new day

Father's deep gaze

Guarding my bumps and risks

Father's shoulder

Pick my spring and summer

also pick my warmth and coldness

Pick up hope

Also provoked me today

My life-

It has always been a burden that has never been lifted from my father's shoulders

I have picked more than 20 spring and autumn seasons

Bent his father's back

also pressed the shoulders of the cocoon

However, my father is still picking, picking......

I prayed in my heart that my father would put me down

I know—

It's just wishful thinking on my part

Until one day he fell

I don't want to throw this burden off my shoulders

Perhaps, deep in my father's heart

Firmly believe that——

Pick one ride after another, one day

You're sure to pick out a smile of relief

A bright spring will surely be singled out

That's what the father is—

My ordinary father, my father who worked tirelessly for me

Father's eyes

Sometimes warm as water, sometimes stern as a sword

It reflects the care in the heart and the size of being a person

When my pen can write pencil words

Father's smiling teary eyes

It is a comment on the emotion and pride in my heart

- I have such a son!

This brilliant hope and solace is in my father's heart

It is getting worse day by day

He would never have thought of it

Disappointment can suddenly make him dizzy

- I walked into a prison that my father never dared to imagine

So, my father's stern eyes

Began to flow cloudy tears

I am very sad and regretful

Father's inquiring gaze

Vaguely telling me-

His disappointment was only a brief bout

Walking through the trough is the peak

When the ice and snow melt, you can hear the rolling spring thunder

I cried, I cried apologetically, I cried with gratitude

I have such a simple and tolerant father

I began to endure humiliation, I began to carry weight

I began to learn to take a resolute step forward in the low point of my life

In the fighting arena against Destiny

Even though I'm already scarred

For his father's eyes to no longer be disappointed, he can proudly fly the world

- I have such a son!!

The haggard heart will be vigorous again

- Defeat fate!

Win warm applause and cheers for my father:

- Thank you for giving the world such a son!

Father, my ordinary father

There will come a time

I will proudly say to you -

You have such a son to be proud of!