father

Years are like, the years have left a little trace on their faces, silver has replaced their black hair, no gorgeous language to portray, only the simple action to prove; no external reaction To be sure, only the judgment of conscience is needed; there is no need for too many people to admire, only the support of the family.

They won't use succinct words, they will only order us with cold faces, sometimes we hate them because of this, hate them, but we should understand their intentions.

The rose blossoms, a ray of sunshine climbs in through the window, accompanied by a burst of fragrance, the sun is exceptionally gentle, like a beautiful paving for this day, I look at the father's love story in the hand, I often I left tears for those touching stories and thought of my father. I don’t want to have such a father. Maybe my father is like this, but I haven’t found it yet. Whenever I think of it, I will smile a little, it will be the past.

They don't have money, but they have a sincere heart, they will work hard, not money, they will do their best to satisfy us, in order to give us a warm home, full of hope for our days, I I don't think such fathers are shameful. I think they are the greatest fathers.

There is a volcanic gentleness behind the iceberg, and there is a flowing feeling behind the cold. They are not good at expressing, they will only use actual actions to prove their extraordinary.

First day: Lu Hanmo