One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

"Well, I'm a single parent, my mother died when I was very young, and my father raised me alone.

Once my dad was hospitalized with a sudden cerebral infarction, I was in a hurry, but fortunately, the doctor said that it was delivered in time and that it was not life-threatening, but I needed to be hospitalized.

I went home and packed my father's change of clothes, because I didn't know how long he would have to stay in this situation.

When I got back to the house and was about to put my clothes in my backpack, I happened to find an old diary in the corner of the closet.

Actually, my father always liked to write poetry, and I thought it was written by him.

I was a little curious, so I picked it up and looked through it, but I didn't expect it to be my father's diary.

Speaking of this, the girl paused slightly, as if she had thought of something, and an irrepressible laugh came out of the phone.

Gu Qingyun didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, but he still asked curiously:

"There should be a lot of things in the diary, do you remember the contents? Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, forget it, after all, everyone has secrets." The

girl put away her laughter and replied: "It's nothing private, it's just some trivial things in life, but I'm afraid that you will think I'm verbose."

"No, no, it is often the trivial things in life that can reflect the true side of a person.

"Yes, then I'll tell you what I saw in my diary, but I don't remember it very clearly, so I'll try my best to think about it.

"Well, think slowly, don't rush. "

At the same time.

In a hospital ward.

An elderly man in a hospital gown is lying on the bed.

There was a radio in my ear, and the volume was turned on very low.

Listening to the content on the radio, the old man's eyes were confused and surprised, and in the end, his eyes were full of complexity.

A certain taxi.

"Master, please turn on the radio a little bigger, I can't hear what I'm saying clearly. The

passenger in the back seat spoke to the driver.

"Okay, I can't hear you clearly, but I'm afraid of making you noisy, so I'm too embarrassed to turn up the volume. The

driver raised the volume and sighed:

"This new show is really good, I can listen to the real story, it will be much stronger than the previous story." "

A factory.

The machines roared, and the workers were working in full swing.

"I said Lao Zhang, you turn up the volume of your loud speaker, I can't hear anything clearly!" Lao Zhang

wiped the sweat on his forehead when he heard this, raised his hand to screw the volume to the maximum, and shouted at the person just now:

"Listen to it now, this show is a bit interesting, it will be much stronger than the previous story, and I will fall asleep when I listen to that show!"

Gao Jie's house.

"This is the show that replaces your storytelling?

Gao Jie's wife was lying on the bed with a mask on, and the radio on the bedside table was on.

Gao Jie didn't say a word, and listened carefully with a frown.

He wants to see why the show is replacing him.

...

"Twelfth, fine.

The crops in the field have not yet been harvested, and it seems that the rainy season is approaching, and if they are not harvested, it will be too late.

However, seeing that the daughter in her arms is sleeping soundly, it is not easy to put it down, in case of waking up, it is not good.

Forget it, let's talk about it when my daughter wakes up, and try to finish it before the rainy season when the time comes.

The sixteenth, cloudy.

Today, the team organized to watch an open-air movie, it is a literary film, I really want to watch it, but I still have to take care of Nannan, I still haven't gotten there.

The eighteenth, cloudy.

Nan Nan is about to go to school, I don't know why I suddenly clamored to eat biscuits, it seems that I have to borrow some money from my neighbors, and the sewing machine at home is also a little old and needs to be repaired.

On the thirtieth, it was sunny.

Today is the day when Nan Nan goes to school, and it takes me enough money to scrape together, sometimes I really hate myself, I hate myself for not having money, and I even have to borrow money to go to school.

Speaking of this, the girl couldn't help but choke up a little, and the sobbing sound was a little sad.

Gu Qingyun's eyes also turned a little red, although he didn't have children, he had a deep understanding of this powerlessness.

Listening to the girl on the phone, Gu Qingyun opened her mouth and comforted:

"Girl, don't cry first, although we don't have the right to change the past, we can strive to make things perfect in the future."

You should be able to understand the hardships that your father paid to raise you, so you should be more filial to your father in the future.

After all, all the people in the world will dislike you, but your father will not, he will always stand behind you and shelter you from the wind and rain.

Even if one day he gets old and can't hold on anymore, then it's time for you to protect your father.

I'm sure you'll protect your father, right?"

the girl choked up and replied

, "Well, no matter what happens, I will protect my father, and even if he doesn't recognize me in the future, I will still try to be by his side."

"That's right, you accompany me when I am young, and I accompany you when you are old. May time be gentle on you.

Well, now it's my time, and I'll sing a song for you, and for your father, hoping that your father's condition will get better, and I wish him health, joy, and peace. "

Well, thank you host. I will pass this blessing on to my father.

Gu Qingyun picked up the guitar standing beside him.

At this moment, Zhang Hongwei, Wang Xiaoxiao, Deputy Director Li and several other ministers.

They all looked at Gu Qingyun holding the guitar seriously.

They listened to the story just now, and the diary was full of the old father's love for his daughter.

With such a story, they want to see what kind of song Gu Qingyun can write.

All the radio listeners couldn't help but hold their breath, and they also wanted to see what kind of songs the other party could write, to the point that you told the story and I wrote it.

"Is it convenient to ask how old you are this year?" Gu

Qingyun spoke softly into the microphone.

"I'm forty-three. The

girl replied.

Gu Qingyun nodded, tightened the guitar in his arms, and said,

"Okay, ready, I'm going to start."

After saying this,

Gu Qingyun's right hand gently swept the guitar.

The prelude sounds, and the strings are strummed in a very simple C key.

"In 1980, the crops were not yet harvested.

My daughter was lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air movie, I don't have time to watch it.

My wife reminded me to fix the sewing machine pedals.

Tomorrow I'm going to go and borrow some money from my neighbor's house.

The child cried all day and clamoured to eat cookies. "

Children are always the treasure in the hands of parents, no matter how poor they are, as long as the children want, parents will find ways to meet them.

When Gu Qingyun sang this, his mind couldn't help but think of the father in the story, and his voice couldn't help but become a little hoarse.

"These are the words from my father's diary.

This is a prose poem left by his youth.

Decades later, I watched tears streaming down

my eyes, but my father was already old, like a shadow. "

...

"In 1994, the crops had already been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

The daughter wore a ponytail and ran into the schoolyard.

But recently, she has lost a lot of weight by being a little lonely.

...

There was a man who loved her and wanted to marry her home.

But when I think of this, I can't bear to look at her.

At this time, outside the broadcasting room, Wang Xiaoxiao's eyes had begun to redden, listening to Gu Qingyun's song, he couldn't help but think of his father's shadow in his mind.

The same is true for Zhang Hongwei, whose father has passed away and has a cerebral thrombosis, but recalls his childhood.

Although the old father often beat him, every time he was bullied, his father made the decision for him and went to the person who bullied him to theorize.

And the female listener was already crying at this time, and this word was clearly tailor-made for her.

The crops haven't been harvested yet, and my daughter is sleeping so sweetly in my arms, I don't have time to watch tonight's open-air movies.

Isn't this exactly what I said in my diary, I didn't expect it to be so good when it was sung as a song.

On the street at this time.

Several taxis pulled up to the side of the road in double flashes.

Someone looked curiously, only to find the sound of music coming from the taxi.

Some taxi drivers had tears on their cheeks.

Listening to the song, I can't help but think of my daughter, and I also think of my aging father.

Some taxis had passengers, but surprisingly, none of the passengers were dissatisfied with the taxi's approach at this time.

There was even a passenger who had already arrived at his destination, but still did not choose to get off the bus, still sitting in the back seat, quietly listening to the songs on the radio.

"This is my father, the words in his diary.

This is the prose poem that his life left behind, left behind.

Decades later, I watched as I burst into tears.

But my father was as old as an old newspaper.

Old newspapers....

The story above is a lifetime. "

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PS: "Prose Poems Written by Father" Singer: Xu Fei, Composer: Xu Fei, Lyrics: Dong Yufang.