My daughter, like a peach blossom blooming in spring, is both gentle and a bit stubborn. She has her own thoughts, much like a fledgling bird learning to fly, always eager to explore every corner of this world.
Her laughter is like the morning sun—warm and bright—capable of instantly dispelling all the shadows in my heart. Her tears, however, resemble the fine rain of autumn, simultaneously heartbreaking and irresistible.
Daughter, you often say that the sky is a vivid blue, and clouds make the best beds. In your eyes, the world remains simple and pure. As for me, I am the eternal tree guarding your sky.
Every time you stumble, I want to wipe away the dirt for you and offer the warmest embrace. Yet, I also understand that these falls, these bumps, are the marks of your growth.
Your future is unpredictable; there may be winds and rains. May you always remember that no matter where you go, home will forever be your strongest support.
Daughter, you are the most beautiful chapter in my life. I am willing to use every drop of ink to write each word, each story for you.
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