The annual Western Valentine's Day comes as scheduled, and many people calm down in the beautiful atmosphere of the festival, turning their beautiful yearning and endless feelings into passionate words, flowing in the words, turning into endless blessings and rendering them in a sweet atmosphere. But I am not in such a mood at all. It's not that I don't understand romance, nor is it that I don't have tenderness. It is really my mood. Just because this Valentine's Day coincides with my father's anniversary.
Unconsciously, my father has been dead for a whole year. Perhaps the passage of time cured the bereavement, or perhaps the busy work made me indifferent to my mood. In short, now is not the past, although my father still occasionally walks into dreams, but it is a bit blurred. Only when the father's anniversary is approaching, the thoughts are superimposed again and again. Sitting quietly in front of the cold screen, in the chilly spring, I danced some stiff fingers and tapped on the keyboard, making any room burst into tears, and countless thoughts drifted away, turning my deep thoughts into words and flowing between the lines. I hope the flowing clouds will take away my blessings and the cold moon will take away my greetings.
Father, are you okay in heaven? Do you often stand on a high platform of homesickness and overlook your hometown? Miss the person you love.
Father, every time I think of you, my eyes will always be astringent and I will shed tears. Think of the pleasant atmosphere when you were alive. Now, you can only find it in your dreams.
Father, do you remember? In childhood and adolescence, the joy you brought us and the fatherly love you left us are unforgettable and precious spiritual wealth for our daughter.
Father, among the four brothers and sisters, maybe I am the only one who inherits you the most. Only you and I look the most alike. Even your palm print, commonly known as copper wrench, is inherited by me alone, both hands. Even your second grandson inherited part of it. Connotatively, you like to talk about the past and the present, and you have a good voice. You like writing and calligraphy, and so does your daughter. It's just that your daughter doesn't have your persistence, and your soft pen calligraphy has been persistent and perfect for decades. The daughter has been put on hold after marriage because of the drag of work and children. Who knows that this is actually more than twenty years, and the original superficial foundation is gone. You like Yan Ti, and you say Yan Ti is vigorous and powerful, with strong brushwork. But my daughter likes Liu Ti, because the skeleton of Liu Ti is beautiful and elegant. But this does not affect our interest in calligraphy. You pay attention to perfection in everything, even the paper you practice writing should be smooth, with the same spacing, and each grid has its own points. We will cremate the new brushes and neatly folded papers that you didn't use up before your death, so that you can relax when you are lonely in heaven.
Father, your eloquence and eloquence are so great that the neighbors admire you. Even the head and brain will give you three points. Perhaps the daughter is honest and quiet, and has not inherited much. However, in terms of organizational ability, the daughter is not inferior too much. I remember that I had already entered the factory at that time, and every time I communicated with my relatives and friends in my hometown, I replied by myself, and all of them were in small print, block letters and vertical editions. You and your family are used to calling me "Hou Daizuo", and you will always think of me when you encounter letters that are difficult to reply. Once, by coincidence, I just came back from visiting relatives, and you gave me the question. When I showed you the manuscript, you praised me as "soft and firm, neither supercilious nor supercilious". In fact, you are fully capable of replying, just testing your daughter's ability to choose words and make sentences and deal with complex affairs.
Father, you have always been proud of your children. In the late 1970s. A large number of educated youth have returned to the city, and there is a shortage of teachers. The farm should openly recruit students from previous high school students. After passing the cultural examination, both our sisters were admitted, and many neighbors cast envious eyes. How satisfied and proud you were at that time. You decided to let me into the factory after careful consideration. Perhaps it is this mistake that has always made you feel sorry for your daughter and delayed her bright future. In fact, father, you don't have to blame yourself too much. This may be caused by fate.
Father, did you have a good time in heaven? Are you still writing diligently? Can you sing when you are happy? Are you still chatting with three or five old friends? Do you often miss your mother and your grandson?
Father, when you leave, my daughter will personally make gold ingots and burn paper money for you in several major festivals every year, praying for you and blessing you! Whether all this is true or not, whether you can enjoy it or not, it always shows your daughter's filial piety and infinite yearning for you. Father, you must feel it in heaven!
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Time is like an hourglass, and it is another year in a flash. Today is the end of the year. Father, before you know it, you have been away from us for almost two years. Although our homesickness is far from heartbreaking at that time, we will always think of you in every major traditional festival, and we will ask the bright moon and the breeze to send us distant thoughts and continuous blessings, and we will personally make gold ingots and burn paper money, mingbi and gold ingots for you again, so that you can enjoy happiness in heaven.
Dad, today is also a big day for you, because today you will move to a new house. The memorial hall built by the farm for all the officers and men of your 102 division is too small to accommodate thousands of heroes of your division, and this place is also included in the planning and reconstruction scope of the farm. So, the farm has opened a new place for you to be together again in a brand-new environment. Now, you are not limited to a small memorial hall, but let your relatives who are willing to contribute to set up a cemetery for you. It is precisely because of this that today our four brothers and sisters are once again gathered in their hometown from all corners of the country.
Father, your new home is really gorgeous now, and you will be very satisfied. Your new home, a tall gatehouse, is surrounded by a white fence. There are tall white marble screens in front of each row of tombs, surrounded by four Zhou Songbai, and there is a huge parking lot at the door. The first batch of 460 tombs were all made of marble purchased from Shandong. The lighting pattern and the black tombstone look solemn and magnificent. From the appearance, the Qing style is very organized, just like your dress in the army, and the appearance and scene are as uniform as your army queue. Your tomb is in the front row, at the top, and its geographical position is very advantageous. This is the first general cemetery, in the land of Fuyuan. Father, do you know? Your family worked hard for you to get this cemetery. My sister and brother-in-law lined up for a few days and nights, and they were also bought through skilled people. You will be sincerely satisfied to know that your children are filial in heaven.
Father, you always advocated thrift when you were alive. Today, many people have moved to their new homes for their ancestors. Many people bought bonsai flowers and put them in their graves. We know that you have always liked simplicity and never liked decorations such as flowers and plants, and because you were strict when you were alive and opposed extravagance and waste, the housewarming ceremony we held for you today was simple and warm. It is said that the hearts of relatives are interlinked, father, everything we have done for you, you will certainly feel it in the distant kingdom of heaven.
Father, in this harsh winter when the north wind is howling and everything is depressed, and in this empty country where the winter rain is flying, today we stop in the cold wind and the intermittent winter rain to pray and bless you. Although we will still shed tears of yearning and disappointment for you, we will give you sincere wishes and deep greetings from the heart. Let the whistling north wind send the poems written by my daughter for you to your side.
Dedicated to a loving father
I don't like tables and I don't like traveling.
Enjoy the charm of China's calligraphy alone.
Drive a crane for a day.
It's a pity that blood and tears are all over the sky.
I dreamed of kindness several times.
Walking into the rain in Qiu Si.
Want to ask Xiangyun to give a loving father.
Travel in the sky and show your happiness.