Father's prose

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

Father's prose

几十年后我看着泪流不止。

那上面的故事就是一辈子…

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