清明,寄一份思念给您春雨纷纷,油菜花黄……我悄悄寻来,举目四盼,这么美丽的田野里,却不见您的身影。父亲!哪里去了呢?昨夜的梦里,我分明见您来了。我急匆匆向油菜花地寻去,小心地分开花枝,钻进那条被花浪淹没的小径。记得多少次,你牵着我的小手走进花海,用小草笠遮挡雨丝,在我头上撑起一片晴空。记得多少次,你让我在花田撒欢,追逐彩蝶,你为我拭掉小鞋上沾上的露水,轻轻弹去我裤脚上撒落的花瓣…… Ching Ming, send a miss to your spring rain, rape yellow ... ... I quietly found, looked around four hope, such a beautiful field, but can not see your shadow. Where did you go? Last night’s dream, I clearly see you coming. I hurried to the rape fields to find, carefully separated the flowering branch, got into the trail was submerged. I remember how many times, you took my little hand into the sea of ​​flowers, with a small Kusakabe rain cover, hold up a clear sky in my head. I remember how many times, you let me scatter flowers in the field, chasing Nabi, you for me to wipe the little shoes stained with dew, gently bounced on my trousers sprinkled petals ... ...