In 1984, Haven't finished harvesting crops
Daughter lying in my arms sleeping so sweet
The outdoor movie tonight
Don't have time to see
His wife reminded me the pedal of the sewing machine repaired
Tomorrow I will go to borrow some money
Children cried all day
Make and eat biscuits
Blue dacron khaki blouse
Pain to heart drill
Sitting on the edge of the pond to his two fists
This is my father
Diary of the text
This is his youth
Stay prose In a few decades I looked at more than tears
But my father is old like a shadow In 1994,
The crops has already finished harvesting
My mother left the room last year
Daughter with ponytail, ran to the campus
But she is a bit lonely recently lost a big circle
Think about the future
My age a pile of old paper
At that time the daughter must be very beautiful
Have a love her man to marry her home
Can be thought of these
But I cannot bear to see her
This is my father
Diary of the text
This is his life
Stay prose In a few decades I looked at more than tears
But my father is old like a piece of old newspapers
Old newspapers
The above story Is a lifetime
几十年后我看着泪流不止。
那上面的故事就是一辈子…
最近很喜欢的一首歌，分享给大家，有没有想起自己的父亲…
又或者有没有很想去见见自己很久不见的爸比，给他一个拥抱…
