Main content: When I was a child, my parents were very happy to know the word "Shang". Later, my father always taught me to read poetry and led me into the temple of poetry. My father took good care of me when I was ill. When my father finally came home from home for a long time, my brothers and sisters and I were very happy. Later, when dad was paralyzed in bed, he didn't forget to read poetry. He recalls the past through poetry. What my father taught me is deeply buried in my soul.