Tears Fall, Sowing Sorrow with Remorse

Tears streamed down, mourning the loss,● Author / Qiyu,Father,I admire my adorable father,Qingming Festival,This day has come again,I cherish your smile,And the sweat you shed for our hometown's struggles,Let me weep with tears,And your towering figure,Like a towering maple tree,On your 90th birthday,You sang eleven anti-war songs,You've been a constant presence,Echoing through the sky,Displaying your lifelong iron and affection,Duyue,One drop of water reflects the brilliance of the sun,I said,One drop of oil reflects your boundless world,I remember,A local farmer,Gave you two pounds of cooking oil,To repay your kindness,You stubbornly gave it to the neighborhood,A huge collective,You hold countless numbers in your hands,But you don't carry a single grass from the collective,You are the clock of the farmer's toil,As long as you point your hoe towards the sun,The villagers,Always follow you home late and rise early,The most unforgettable,And unforgettable for a generation,At your bedside before you passed away,You gave your son a copy of the Red Book,I've read it over and over again,Its profound philosophy,Forever imprinted in my memory,Father,I admire my adorable father,What I've said,You must have heard,If there's a next life,I beg you,I beg you to remain my dear father,Now I'm back at your grave,I'll place the Red Book with a red leaf,Handmade a red boat,Sailing on the river of peonies,Flowing towards the vast ocean of spring breeze,Let me greet the sunrise every morning,Seeing you,Father,I admire my adorable father,At your grave,I weep with tears……

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