Father s poems songs are OK, too, improvised, with song titles.

Who is it who holds up a sky full of love for us with his thin body?

Who is it that builds a happy home for us with industrious hands?

It's you, my father!

My ordinary and great father!

When I was a child.

You put me in the palm of your hand.

Treat me like your everything.

Like all kids.

Father. In my eyes you can do anything!

As I grew up.

We are destined to separate.

But deep down in my heart.

There is always a location.

That's you. My father.

My father who never gets old!

Now I'm a grown-up.

The leaves are facing the sky. But the roots are with you.

You're not with me.

But I always feel like you're with me!

I can't forget what you taught.

I can't forget your loving eyes.

I can't forget your strong arms.

Can't forget your energetic voice.

I can't forget your back in the wind and rain.

Can't forget. Father.

You are my driving force.

Give me the courage to overcome difficulties.

You're so ordinary.

But you are the greatest person in my heart.

Father is a river, flowing through the years, telling the vicissitudes of the world.

My father was a piece of the sea, holding up the sun and flying the wings of the sky.

My father is a mountain, tough and strong, and the fragrance of the earth is upright.

Like a mountain, father's love is like a mountain.

My tired father.

You will always be in your son's heart.

The purest psalm!

Today is Father's Day 2009, and Mediacorp wishes all fathers in the world a happy holiday, all parents in good health, happy families, and all the best!

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Father's Day greetings 2009.

People are like this for a lifetime!

Life is so short, life is so ordinary, cherish what should be cherished, have what should be had;

Cherish yourself, be kind to others, transcend suffering, grasp happiness, health, joy, positive life, discover the beauty in life, cherish what you have now, enjoy life to the fullest, if your heart changes, your attitude will change;

Attitude changes, your habits change;

Habits change, and your personality changes;

Your personality changes, and your life changes.

Be grateful in good times, still be happy in bad times, live seriously in the moment, and love everyone around you with your heart!

The feeling of the sailor's bitter sand blowing on the face.

Like a father's scolding, mother's crying.

Never forget.

When I was younger, I liked to be alone by the sea.

Rolled up his trousers and stepped barefoot on the beach.

Always fantasize about another world at the end of the ocean.

I always thought that the brave sailor was a real man.

always looks like a weak and uncontrollable species.

When I was being bullied, I always heard sailors say.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Wipe away your tears and don't ask why.

When you grow up, you work hard for your ideals.

Gradually, I neglected my father and mother.

News from hometown.

My life now is like acting.

Speaks insincere words and wears a mask of hypocrisy.

Always deceive yourself with insignificant achievements.

I always feel a burst of emptiness for some reason.

I always need a little alcohol to anesthetize to be able to sleep.

Half-asleep, it was as if I heard the sailor again.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Wipe away your tears and don't ask why.

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Searching for evidence of being alive was not found.

The asphalt roads in the city are too hard to step on the footprints.

Proud and ignorant modern people do not know how to cherish.

The ocean, the world, that has been trampled by civilization.

Only by getting away from the crowd can I find myself.

Breathe freely in the salty air.

The sound of whistles and the laughter of sailors was heard again.

Always hear the sailor in the deepest part of my heart.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

He said that this pain in the wind and rain was nothing.

Feel the thinning hair.

Look at the fire-like crops.

Father stands on the plateau.

Lost his father at a young age and lost his grandmother at a young age.

Father, why don't you cry?

Lift the thin whip.

Carry the heavy Lang Lang.

Father walked into the school.

In autumn, the river in my hometown swells wildly.

Father, have you been there?

Wave goodbye to the old headmaster's gray hair.

Married an eighteen-year-old mother into the house.

It was terriblely overcast.

But my father planted it on the plateau.

Three crops. Wheat, peas, flax.

with an iron wall of copper.

Build a strong barrage dam.

Put a lot of hearts.

Far from remarrying. In the distance, the flock of geese began to return home.

Plateau Father holds beans and wheat in both hands.

It is followed by flax.

Watching all three children grow up.

Father. Why are you laughing and not answering?

Fei Xiang, don't say it, Dad.

Tengger: Father and I.

"Prose Poems Written by My Father".Lyrics:

The 1984 crop was not yet harvested.

My daughter was sleeping so sweetly in my arms.

I didn't have time to watch tonight's open-air movie.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house to borrow some more money.

The child cried all day and was clamoring for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt drilled into my heart in pain.

Squatting on the edge of the pond gave himself two punches.

This is the text from my father's diary.

This is a prose poem left over from his youth.

Decades later, I watched as I burst into tears.

But my father was as old as a shadow.

The 1994 crops had already been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

The daughter ran into the school with a ponytail.

But Liang Wu is that she has been a little lonely and lost a lot of weight recently.

Think about the future when I get old and a pile of old paper money.

At that time, my daughter must have been stunningly beautiful.

There was a man who loved her who wanted to marry her home.

But I couldn't bear to look at her when I thought of it.

These are the words from my father's diary.

This is a prose poem left over from his life.

Decades later, I watched as I burst into tears.

But my father is as old as an old newspaper.

The one on top. Stories are a lifetime.

Background of creationXu Fei in 2016.

The new song is dedicated to Father's Day.

Sing the time version of "Prose Poems Written by Father".

Words are an extension of language, and those indescribable emotions can be attributed to a paragraph of words, a few lines of poetry. The song gives life to the words, making these poems vivid and full, and more easily touching people's hearts.

Singer Xu Fei's new song "Prose Poems Written by My Father" is such a song that can be sung and praised.

works. As a gift for Father's Day, Xu Fei used a unique "sense of passing" style to affectionately interpret this poem of father's love condensed after the flow of time.

The lyrics of the father's prose poem are:

"Prose Poems Written by My Father".

Singing: Xu Fei.

Composer: Xu Fei.

Lyrics: Dong Yufang.

Lyrics: In 1984, the crops were not yet harvested, and my daughter was sleeping so sweetly in my arms.

I didn't have time to watch the open-air movie tonight, and my wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I have to go to the neighbor's house to borrow some more money, and the child has been crying all day and is clamoring to eat cookies. Accompaniment.

The blue polyester shirt drilled into his heart in pain, and he squatted on the edge of the pond and punched himself twice.

These are the words from my father's diary, the prose poems left behind by his youth.

Decades later, I watched the tears streaming down my face, but my father was as old as a shadow.

Lyrics: The crops weren't finished in 1984.

My son was sleeping so sweetly in my arms.

I didn't have time to watch tonight's open-air movie.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house to borrow some more money.

The child cried all day and was clamoring for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt pained into Shou Kai's heart.

Squatting on the edge of the pond and giving himself two punches.

This is my father.

Words from the diary.

This is the legacy of his youth.

The scattered people who stayed behind called for poetry.

Years later, I watched and burst into tears.

My father is as old as a shadow.

1994.

The crops have long since been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

The son ran into the school in a white shirt.

But he's lost a lot of weight lately.

Think about the future.

I'm old with a pile of old paper money.

At that time, the son was a real man.

There was a lovely girl who made a home with him.

I hope they don't have such a hard life.

This is my father.

Words from the diary.

It was left behind by his life.

Prose poems that remained.

Years later. I watched as tears flowed.

But my father is already old like a shadow.

This is my father.

Words from the diary.

It was left behind by his life.

Prose poems that remained.

Years later. I watched as tears flowed.

But my father was like an old newspaper in the wind.

These are the footprints left by that generation.

After a few storms, the traces will be erased.

This land once brought tears to my eyes.

But how many sad past events have been buried.

The lyrics of "Father's Prose Poem" are as follows:The 1984 crop was not yet harvested.

My daughter was sleeping so sweetly in my arms.

I didn't have time to watch tonight's open-air movie.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house to borrow some more money.

The child cried all day and clamoured to eat cookies.

The blue polyester shirt drilled into my heart in pain.

Squatting on the edge of the pond gave himself two punches.

These are the words from my father's diary.

This is his youth, leaving behind the prose poems.

Decades later, I watched as I burst into tears.

But my father was as old as a shadow.

The 1994 crops had already been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

The daughter ran into the school with a ponytail.

But recently, she has lost a lot of weight by being a little lonely.

Think about the future, I'm old and a pile of old paper money. Or the cave god.

At that time, the daughter must have been stunningly beautiful.

There was a man who loved her who wanted to marry her home.

But I couldn't bear to look at her when I thought of it.

These are the words from my father's diary.

This is the prose poem of his life, stayed, stayed.

Decades later, I watched the tears streaming down my face, but my father was as old as an old newspaper.

The old newspaper, the story on it, is a lifetime.

Song background"Prose Poems Written by Father" is a tear-jerking song, and "Prose Poems Written by Father" is a collaboration song between Xu Fei and the famous poet Dong Yufang, which was performed live in the variety show "The King of Poetry". The poet took the fragments from his father's diary into words, and Xu Fei, who was deeply moved, carefully composed the music for them, using notes to convey the profound father's love and responsibility for his children, as well as the helpless interpretation of the children after perceiving the passage of time and the father's old age.

After the live performance, the audience and netizens burst into tears. Xu Fei, who has always been obsessed with this song, took the opportunity of Father's Day to rearrange the recording and launch the time version of "Prose Poems Written by Father".