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Dad's grass shoes

Oct 8, 202385

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The narrator's father has a pair of grass shoes that he often stares at, as if looking at a ship on the vast sea. One tear falls on the shoes, reflecting a long story. The grass shoes represent a boat and the father represents a sail. The narrator's grandmother's advice fills the boat. The father sets sail with dreams and hopes. The boat stops at the Yellow River and the father climbs aboard the thick yellow soil. The boat docks at Qingsha Pass at night and reaches the mountains and seas at dawn. The journey continues to Jiangnan, where the scenery is perfect. Under Emei Mountain, it is desolate and the tears cannot be held back. The boat then reaches Penghu Bay, where the mother joins in rowing. The tired sail overcomes many challenges. The grass shoes represent the boat and the father represents the sail. The homeland's advice cannot be forgotten. Despite the sadness of parting, the father is determined to set sail again. The boat finally reaches the harbor, calling the distant homeland. The boat carries the experiences of half a century and the tired ship seeks refuge in the harbor.

(Monologue) Dad has a pair of straw shoes, placed on the shoe cabinet, he often silently stares at them. As if, gazing at a ship on the vast sea. Unconsciously, a tear drops onto the shoes. Reflecting this story, so long, so long.
Straw shoes are the boat, Dad is the sail.
Grandma's advice fills the cabin.
Filled with the dreams of a seventeen-year-old youth.
Setting sail with hope, setting sail.
The boat reaches the banks of the Yellow River.
Boarding the ship on the thick yellow soil.
Mooring at night under a green curtain.
At dawn, the Great Wall is far away.
Straw shoes are the boat, Dad is the sail.
Grandma's advice cannot be forgotten.
A sense of homesickness fills the heart.
Suddenly looking back, ready to set sail again, setting sail.
Traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River.
Enjoying the flawless scenery of Dongting Lake.
Underneath Mount Emei, it is desolate.
Unable to bear looking back, tears silently fall.
Straw shoes are the boat, Dad is the sail.
The reminders of the motherland must not be forgotten.
Enduring the helplessness of a small parting.
With firm determination, setting sail again, setting sail.
The boat reaches Penghu Bay.
Mother joins in rowing the oars.
Affectionately supporting the tired sail.
Breaking through many storms once again.
Straw shoes are the boat, Dad is the sail.
The distant homeland is calling.
Carrying the vicissitudes of half a century of drifting.
The weary boat, come and dock in the harbor, dock in the harbor.
The weary boat, come and dock in the harbor, dock in the harbor.
The weary boat, come and dock in the harbor, dock in the harbor.