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The night was so quiet, the sky was drizzling, as if to express my father’s sad mood for me, and the night wind also played a sad melody, it seems that I have engraved a deeper trace of thinking about my father in my heart…… Dad, do you remember? You have been away for a whole year. How did you live this year? Is everything good for you? Time is passing, but my daughter’s mood of missing you is not only decreasing, but also increasing day by day. You left the pain of thinking about you to your daughter, and also left countless memories to her. Her daughter recalled in heartache, heartache in memory, crying in heartache, more heartbreaking in crying. Looking at your photos every day, it seems that you are right in front of me. My daughter holds your warm big hand and snuggles beside you, listening to you singing “The East Is Red” and listening to your story of fighting, our daughter enjoys Father’s love, we are happy, we are happy. Tears shone in my daughter’s eyes….. But the reality indeed shattered my daughter’s dream. Now my father is far away from us. We only meet each other in a dream. Tears flow in my daughter’s eyes, but blood flows in my heart. When my father and daughter miss you, tears can’t stop, even cry loudly, deep in my heart, the voice of daughter miss you echoed for a long time. In the winter when snowflakes were flying, my daughter looked at the sky, and the window of her heart was covered with a sad veil, hoping that she could turn into a white snowflake, fluttering to you and brushing away a trace of dust for you, moisturize your cheeks. Spring is coming, my daughter hopes to turn into a wisp of spring breeze, and then invites a butterfly to sing softly for you, and then presents the dance to you. In the hot summer, my daughter hopes to turn into a white cloud under the blue sky to cover the ultraviolet rays for you. In the golden autumn, my daughter hopes to turn the fruits of eternal life into wine with sincerity, so that you can be healthy and live longer than Nanshan Mountain. My dad and daughter know how lonely you are, how lonely you are, and how fearless you are. Every time the morning glow rises, the Lark on the branch is my daughter and I are chatting with you, then I will sing “father” for you. When the night comes, my daughter will shake the moon boat, invite stars to light up the lights for you, or chat with you, play hide-and-seek with you. Dad, my daughter misses you, misses you, thinks you don’t want to pull yourself out, just want to let this heartbreaking pain like waves and tides, deeply drown my daughter, dad, my daughter misses you, misses you, thinks you still have to cry, let my daughter miss you deeply with her deep love for you. My daughter asks you to promise one thing. While taking care of yourself, you must bless your mother’s health and longevity, and accompany your children for decades. Dad, although you are too far away from your daughter, her daughter will miss you all the time and even care about you forever. If there is an afterlife, I will be your good daughter, and my daughter also believes that there is an afterlife. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…