父亲您是我生命中的一棵胡杨,永远以树的伟岸,挺拔在我遥远的记忆里。走出您宽大的手掌,如同一把喑哑的吉他,我在流浪的主题里左碰右撞。带着累累的伤痕,我靠您预支的坚韧,在生命的历练中变成一块坚硬的石头,站在了岁月的山顶。曾经,您一句沉重如铁的言语,犹如穿越千年的钟声,撞醒我一个昏睡多年的梦。从此, Father you are a Populus in my life, forever with the stalwart tree, upright in my distant memories. Out of your large palm, like a dumb guitar, I left the right bump hit in the wandering theme. With a lot of wounds, I rely on the strength of your advance, in the life experience into a hard stone, standing on the peak of years. Once, you a heavy iron words, like the bell through the millennium, wake me up a sleepy dream for many years. Since then,