The rain in the sky will not stop his smile at his son. The night thunder and wind cannot change his concern. He can't take medicine to treat a doctor, and he cannot avoid his care. The earth witheres and cannot collect his words to his son. The moon sets and sunrises, and cannot change the embankment where he is waiting. The clouds turn into snow, and cannot change the heart that is sincere, and cannot wash away the feelings of all kinds of people. No matter whether you are on the first day of the day or the fifteenth day, you can only keep your eyes in front of you. His name is Father.

He held the sweat in his heart tightly and said persistence, and clenched the song of the lovesick string, and in the fate of squandering time, he did not seek long-term or advance or retreat, but was willing to use all his heart to replace his son's capital to start. He stepped on hatred and was unable to walk on happiness. He said and said without saying anything. The fate of time staggered his years opened his son's door to hell, and released a blessing and generous and bright appointment.

The capital for learning has been organized, which changes the child's sorrow and ability control, determines the child's efforts and the adjustment of words, and sets up a barcode for foreign speech and judgment in his mind. He strives for the keys of the children's four seasons and builds his own bridge of dedication for the children's warmth and coldness. He does not worship Buddha or seeks God, and believes that labor will gain something. He does not stay because of his youth or give up because of his old age.

The vertical and horizontal time of time arranged his heart for him. He said, "The heart is inside, the words are outside, the outside can be determined, the inside cannot be determined, the outside is outside, you must remember that the heart is priceless, it is to experience not picking up the wrong clothes and not eating dirty words and vomiting." His dedication expressed the blueprint of my mind, describing the fragrance of my mind. I will not forget his kindness because of time, and cannot wipe the sweat he has passed by because of time.

He was wearing sunny clothes and escorting my lifeline journey. He held the shackles in his heart to resist the wind and cold for me. He guarded the snow, waiting to stop, swept away the ice in front of me. He stayed, not gave up because of my young poverty, his words and words did not leave because of my wrong words. His gathering and separation was the blue sky in my heart, and his face was the pride I had to protect in this life.

He eats less, afraid that his son will be hungry, he wears less, afraid that his son will be cold, afraid that he will add clothes on his son in hot weather, afraid that he will be heatstroke, and dare not give his son a quilt in winter, afraid that his son will catch a cold, this care, this torture of heart and time did not change his smile to me because of my naughtyness, nor did he ignore me because of my anger, he said, "The call of your soul is the greeting of a smile."

He did not take me to see the sea, but said to me, "The sea water is salty, and the salty salt in the house comes from there. We are healthy because of it, and we set sail because of it. The feeling of dripping water is the condensation of many people, not the fortune of one person. When you eat salty salt, you must realize that behind it is a combination of many businessmen, and then transport it, and pay more attention to someone refining the sea water."

His sweat is more expensive than gold, because his heart is complementing each other, his words are even more than the mountain, because life is dependent on each other, his voice is more beautiful than the change of the four seasons, because tears and joy are replaced, his eyes have been squandered, and the magical paintings like air are in my heart. I do not give up happiness because of tears, nor give up growth because of poverty. This landscape is accompanied by emotions, and this place of blessing is established by sweat with destiny.

Time will not lose romance because of poverty, time will not lose happiness because of sweat, life will not block hope because of tears, thoughts will not cut short because of protection, heart doors will not weave mails because of waiting, and roads will not replace eternity because of hatred too late. Perhaps he believes that "time is better than money, fame and fortune. In this world, what gives life is parents. Heaven and earth can give us some of what we deserve, and will take away some of what it wants."

He devotes himself to the outside of the home, and she devotes to the inside of the home. They protect the sun in their hearts and look forward to the moon in their dreams. They will not take away the joy of their children because of the sparseness of stars, nor will they change their smiles for their sons because of the change of time. They know how to pave the way for their children, build bridges for the heart, pave the process of thinking in their minds, and write blessings in hopes.

I felt a fire in my heart, I would not burn my son's past, I would say a word in tears, I would not hit my son's mistake, I would give up, but I would sweat sincerely, I would gather and part with me, I would not disperse my child's arrogance, I would not disperse my child's arrogance, I would not talk to my child's eyes, I would not speak to my child's face, I would have a handful of soil, I would not hit my child's top, I would have listened to dirty words, and I would not speak to my child.

The shadow of the building has also gone with the moon. It is difficult to repeat the song. The child's heart is difficult to show the bright moon. The heart has been supported and changed to old age. This is a mirror. The moon water is tears. If you don't enter the door of thought, you will see the two lines of tears. The lines are hurt and busy. The strings in the words are the heart. I have also looked at me, weaving my heart and thinking to the heaven and earth. The softness and emotion are drawn. One word swept in the building of time, and the heart of a young man changes with the wind.

The meaning of slowness is to look back and make an appointment in the dream. He doesn't say anything, I don't say anything. After waking up, I hear the sound of joy. My heart walks into the confusion, leaves the door, looks back and smiles continue, the sound is still there, the sound that cycles in my heart, and calls out to "father". In fact, he has suffered a lot, but has never shed tears for it. There is a lot of pain in his heart, and he has never talked about it.

How strong is he, the beloved and great "father", when his son is helpless, he hopes to change his position, when his son crys, he thinks about things being replaced on him, he transcends the magic, replaces the four seasons, without saying bitterness or hurt, he wipes his son's heart with blood, and he uses flesh to resist the wind and cold, and his bones for many years have supported the backbone behind his son.

What he likes to hear most is his son's call, he does not give up on appointments because of tears, nor does he avoid gatherings because of happiness. What he likes to see most is his son's appearance, he does not change his words to his son because of his ugliness, nor does he give up management because of his inability to rely on himself. What he wants to say most is, "You bear the wealth yourself. If you gain illness and poverty, if you can replace me for you, even if you use my life as a bargaining chip."

When you meet, you will laugh in the clouds, and you will be in ignorance in this world.

Don’t be afraid of distance without painting. He once said to me that my heart was dreaming.

Wrinkles appeared on my face, opened the door to my height, and calluses were all in my hands. I changed my clothes and wiped away my tears. But what I had was ignorant growth, unable to reduce their age, unable to remove their sweat, a heart, two tears, and it was difficult to enter the autumn painting and dream. This appointment, that meeting, I wish to make a wish in the sky of the next life, express blessings for them, and describe joy for them.

Looking back, under the shallow lamp, words were once the pipa in my heart, deeds were linked to the mail in my heart, and the key was their life. If I could choose, I would like to stick to the fairy tale of youth for them in this life, without growing up and hurting her, without having to invade him with the disease, look at my heart, guarding the source of blessings, boiling a cup of boiled water, and then wipe away their tired and sweat with care.
Chapter completed!