Indeed, father's love is silent, he is not nagging like mother. He is not like his mother who gets what he pays for and just waits silently; he is not moody like his mother, who just quietly observes; he is not like his mother who is happy with a little reward, he just shares quietly and slowly savors my progress bit by bit. Happiness is a wild flower that always blooms on the road of pursuit and is by your side. Just lower your head and you can smell the aroma. The sun sets. A few floating clouds in the sky look even more charming and dazzling with the "red gauze".
