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In the Morning Light of Hope, Gazing upon Every Mountain of Fatherly Love

Fatherly love is like a mountain,
Silent yet steadfast.
It grants us the courage to face storms unbowed,
Holding ordinary yet tenacious dreams aloft.
With his spine, he builds a road sign leading home,
With his gaze, he charts a starry map for far-off roam.
He's the boulder in the depths of Songping Valley,
Standing unbent, against time’s wild flurry.
He's the silent vessel on Mumian Lake,
Bearing us through life's tempestuous wake
He's the basalt of Qizi Bay's embrace
With steely contours outlining eternal vigilance in place.
Fatherly love is like a torch that burns bright,
Unspoken yet searing in its light,
Forever lighting the path ahead.
On this day brimming with reverence and gratitude,
Let us take the years as our witness,
Write deep affection into weightiest verse:
May your steps move with unhurried grace, and may life always look back on you with tenderness!