On father

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me.

Father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.

Father's love is like a mountain, stable, heavy and majestic; Father's love is like water, soothing, calm and long; Father's love is like the sky, broad, blue and broad!

Father's love is Beidou, which can help me identify the direction even at night when I can't see my fingers.

My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution.

Father's love is irreplaceable and cannot be copied, so father's love is boundless. As children, we need to cherish this love and love our father so as not to let him get hurt.

Father doesn't need to praise him with good words, like a hardworking cow!

The year of parents is indispensable. One is joy and the other is fear.

I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. The world is in your hands.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.