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Great Father Great WorldLife is like a very long street, with friends, relatives, lovers come and go, shuttle in the crowd, then lost in the crowd. Only the parents, accompanying silently until late in the evening still behind you. In your ups and downs, suddenly look back, you are over there pucker in a smile, but no words.In my memory father’s young appearance is very fuzzy. But there is a , photo canvas printing printed from my young father, which bring me lots of memory. Three-quarters …