A modern poem about the greatness and severity of paternal love. There must be authors. Authors want

When I was a child, you were a mountain, and I lived under your heavy shoulders, and that taste was safe.

When you grow up, you are a bridge, and when I hold your rickety body, that feeling is vicissitudes.

However, it doesn't matter if it's a mountain or a bridge.

All the imprints on your body have turned into love and poured into my soul!

Where is your love for your father, who can't write?

Father's love is the mountain, the fire of life; Fatherly love is the fire, the lamp that ignites hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Father's love is the way to guide your life.

Dad, you've worked hard

Can you forgive the child's unfilial piety?

I haven't been able to be with you for so many years.

Nagging together at home.

Dial one for you.

Gray hair. Father.

You've done a great job. Can you ignore the child's carelessness?

I haven't been able to hold your waist for so many years.

Let's take a leisurely look at the sea.

Gently for you.

Beat your back. The world couldn't be bigger than your smile.

In your heart, I will always be a small burden.

Yes. "The Father".

Hands on the railings of the city.

Look at your hometown. Scented earth.

I think of my father, who walked on the dirt a thousand mountains away.

Then. My father.

Walk like the wind. Changing the posture of various hoes.

Together with farm implements.

Close to the dirt. Love the dirt.

Kiss us.

Roll through the fields of March in high spirits.

In those days.

I'm not too rich in poetry.

Grow in the fields.

Section by verse. Over the top of his father's head.

Stand like your father.

It was my father's wish for me for many years.

I have been away from home for many years.

A hunchbacked figure.

Vividly. Hand in hand with a shiny scythe.

Standing in September. Standing on the golden ridges of September.

Blessing. "To the Father".

It's all about the wind. Can blow stones apart.

It's all about rain. Can corrode steel.

It's all about the years. Can bend your spine.

Only your will.

Indomitable. Senma remains the same.

Provoke the whole family.

The weight of a lifetime.

Father" Tenderness is water.

Play against you. A thousand-year-old endgame.

You lure me across the river with your honorable year.

I'll bet your youth on you.

Your car rushes left and right.

Sweep through my defenses.

My horse is in camp step by step.

Straight to your lair.

"The Father".A game of discord.

I can't destroy your moat.

You can't attack me'Crystal Palace.

Father's Father's Road.

Tell me. Erected heart monument.

will be a signpost on the way forward.

this road. It's going on in my life.

Ordinary father.

There are no carols. There is no feat.

Only stories that I miss.

I should have a courageous faith.

Stride forward. Will be the father's way.

Stretch for a glorious tomorrow.