In my memory
Father has a pair of big rough hands
This was waving his hands sickle pickaxe
Work with the Fen River south bank of an Tianchou
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In my memory
Father has a pair of strong big hands
It was holding a shovel ax with both hands
Start a train heading for each station
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In my memory
Father has a pair of magnificent big hands
This hands had clenched thin blue pen
Taught me a paddle to smooth vertical and horizontal written
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In my memory
Father has a pair of big hands wide
This has been propped hands sunny home
Whisk net soil my clothes so I look forward
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Or is this pair of big hands
Already veins exposed
Pick up the hardships of life
I come home at the junction
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Or is this pair of big hands
Long lean meat bone
Wipe the dust of happiness
Will meet to play notes
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Or is this pair of big hands
Long gully thick
Took heavy luggage
Ignoring the long waiting
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Or is this pair of big hands
Long wrinkled black chap
About his son’s outstanding
Never still vigorous shaking
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In my heart
Father always has a pair of powerful hands
Until I and he broke his wrist that back wins
My tears could not seize the orbital and the flow ......