A poem for my father

The poem written to my father is as follows:

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, there are still many unfinished wishes and blueprints.

Your figure is like a majestic mountain peak and a bright moon. Oh, history doesn't drive you. Everyone is talking about you.

To my father.

It is said that the wind can crack stones; It is said that rain can rust steel; It is said that time can bend your spine.

Only your will, indomitable and unchangeable, can arouse the weight of the whole family.

Father.

Tender as water, playing with you is an unsolved endgame for thousands of years. You lured me across the river with your honor, and I bet your youth. Your car swerved suddenly and swept my defense. My horse walked step by step to your nest.

Father, a discordant game, I can't destroy your moat, and you can't break into my crystal palace.

Father.

My father's way tells me that the erected heart tablet will be a road sign for progress. This road continues in my life.

Ordinary father, no ode, no feat, only stories I miss.

I will stride forward with brave faith and extend my father's road to a brilliant tomorrow.

paternal love

There is perseverance in the ordinary, and there is no lack of fortitude in the easy-going, just like the warmth and selflessness of the sun, as broad and deep as the sea.

Loyalty and integrity, you taught me the truth, forgiveness and patience of life, and you taught me the rules of life. Like all great fathers in the world, you are not good at boasting, but you will express it with actions.

Your deep father's love will never forget the happy scene of father and daughter together, the worries on your daughter's forehead when she comes home at night, the back when you drive her to school by bike, and the many ways you seek medical treatment for her.

You don't have the gentleness of your mother, and the autumn moon is clear. You hide your tenderness deep in your heart. Under your wings, I am eager to fly, and you accompany me to arouse my lofty sentiments in the storm of the world.

Hello, dad, no matter how much water Qianshan has read, even if the wind and frost are exhausted and the birds are tired, you will always be the safest harbor in my daughter's heart.