The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are long in the air

After about two and a half years of struggling with the disease, my father could no longer hold my hand tightly; he could no longer lay out the eggs for me to return to the city; he could no longer tell me to slow down the road and return home; he could no longer use the crutches that his son bought for you... I don't have a wall of care to shelter from the wind and rain; I don't have a mentor and a friend who teaches me, I don't have a father who is industrious and upright... Thank you for ever having your purest and most simple and selfless love, I think of me

Stick to the grass

Be a qualified father, take the torch of your love, and pass the light on to your loved ones, friends and strangers around you. Heartfelt thanks to our friends, colleagues, and patients who have encouraged each other together, we are encouraged by your kindness! The laws of nature are irresistible, and without saying goodbye but never seeing again, I would like to express my sorrow for my father and my gratitude to the good people!