#PI A father's love is like a mountain, silent yet strong. You supported my childhood with your broad shoulders and sheltered me from the wind and rain with your rough palms. Time has carved wrinkles on your forehead, yet it has hidden the deepest strength in your silhouette. When I was young, I touched the starlight while sitting on your shoulders; as I grew up, you stood behind me, gazing at my distant future. Those unspoken concerns have long transformed into the lighthouse of my life.
Dear Dad, thank you for not being Superman, yet becoming万能 for me. May time take it slow, wishing you heal