his father’s hand

A song about love songs, the total flow in the memory, always linger in the middle of the night. The young father pain is so imprint is engraved on my heart. My father left for twenty-eight years, is still not the shadow of young father loss last year vacuum tube.
The winter of that year, a phone called me out of the classroom, father suddenly died the news knocked me down. Hurried home, see is the father of cold body, that moment, I be keenly aware of what is broken, what name heart. Next is the mourning, for funeral. Seven days later, the father be laid to rest, I had to go back to school, last semester of grade three.
His father is gone, forever gone, not because of my academic work and leave, not because of the two brother's young and don't give up.

That year the college entrance examination, and the university just miss the person or opportunity. No tears, no sorrow, because his father left the responsibility, I have to bear, I like men hold up a home. Not because of his father's early death, and two younger brother to go to school, but they still learn nothing, as in the past to live this earthly life.
Tenth years old father left, father Shu Bei, pack a grave, completed the father left my heart silently promised.
Sculptra Now to the middle-aged people, as a father of two children, I do a father should have a duty, responsibility. Not arrogant, not spoiled, I know that life is not a rehearsal, no regrets and try again. Love, is to give children a pair of strong wings, let it fly freely in the sky. Fatherly love is the sea to fish stocking.
Children do not understand me, just like I do not know father. Naturally, I think they know my time not too far.
"Once you gently held my hand / across the grass on the hillside / you said that the castle forever stand / water it no end forever / life is a bloody battle / not to fail / Oh dad, why do you walk in a hurry / to tell me to tell me you go / survival conditions to bear / stand / why real torture when I needed you most / much without holding your hand." My senior year was listening to this song, I be personally on the scene, my tears flow surface. Because I can not pull his father's hand, forever, forever......
After twenty-eight years today, hear this song of Gao Lingfeng again, I still have tears streaming down the face, not a charming love, I understand a title: father. Over the years, groundless talk, bitterness, how helpless, how much persistence and endurance. As a father, alexander hera I didn't lose face!