Selected Works in Memory of Father (1);
You left on a happy day. On the first day of my nineteenth birthday, when I just came to my senses, didn't you feel sorry? My father. "Dad", I hope you can answer me how excited I will be.
Don't rush to repay your love, let you see your son go to college, let you see your wish come true, and take you to another beautiful sky of mine. Everything always comes in a hurry, because you walked too fast and didn't leave me any remaining opportunities.
Can't forget, can't forget your love, your expectation for me; I can't forget how much I owe you.
I always complain about myself. I always thought you left because of me. Maybe you wouldn't give up the world so early without me. I understand your pain. You feel pain in the other world, because your leaving hurts us. You will hate yourself until you leave. You will hate yourself. Then why don't you come back? Go back to me and my family. I will listen to you. I will study hard and get into college. I promise, I won't let you down again Come back! My father.
It's cruel of you to abandon me and my family and leave for yourself. Who gave you the right to leave? I didn't promise you! Do you just want to escape from this world and go for a walk in heaven, but you can't find your way back? You are so heartless, you must be in love with heaven, where you are happy, where you don't have to work for others, work hard all day, or even work hard. It's perfect, but you should go home! Even if we just come back to say goodbye, we won't blame you. It will make you feel at ease.
You are so heartless. Go away, why do you always come back to my dreams and memories to sting my heart? Go if you want! Why do you always look back at us and remind us of our wounds? You are so heartless, my father.
I hope to see you again one day, my heartless father who is not eager for love. It doesn't matter where it is.
Selected Works in Memory of Father (2);
I woke up suddenly at night with a dull pain in my heart. Missing my father often makes me cry in my dreams. Touching a big wet pillow, it is difficult to restrain the emotion of missing my father, so I toss and turn in the dark night?
My father is my idol forever. My father loves to sing. Wherever my father is, there is always a loud song coming. When I was a child, when I went up the mountain and down the river, there were scenes where my father took his children: sometimes I trotted happily, sometimes I shouted at Shan Ye, and sometimes I rolled up my trouser legs and caught fish and shrimp in the river? On the rugged and winding mountain roads, in the vast open fields, beside the gurgling streams, we often walk, often echoing loud songs, and often appearing pictures of laughter and laughter. Father picked a leaf casually, and the melodious melody immediately rang all over the field. The breeze blows, the green leaves dance gracefully, the birds chirp, and we sing along with our father's rhythm. When my father was free, he took our brothers and sisters and sat in a small wooden chair at home. Let's watch him pick up tools to make his own erhu, stop playing, tune the strings and audition. Everything is so skilled and warm. After playing the erhu, my father was very happy and insisted on showing us something. Therefore, my father devoted himself to the performance, interpreting the songs that were excited and frustrated at that time, sometimes high and sometimes gentle. I didn't know much about music when I was a child, but I was intoxicated by the melodious melody.
Father writes a good hand. Every festive season, people in the village will step on my doorstep and ask my father to help them write couplets. Pick out the couplets, spread out the paper, and with a stroke of a pen, the big characters appear in front of the guests at this moment until the guests leave with a big smile. Under the influence of my father, I also love calligraphy, concentrate on calligraphy, imitate my father's handwriting, learn from my father's calmness, inherit my father's style, and be a down-to-earth person like my father.
Father likes sports, especially playing basketball. There are many fathers and brothers. Every Spring Festival, there is a basketball match in the town. My father and his brothers took part in the competition together. The names of the five Zhujiajian brothers are very famous in the whole town. On the field, my father is as brave as a tiger, uniting my uncles and winning the championship every year. Influenced by my father, I also like sports. I often play badminton and sometimes practice table tennis. I am a member of the women's basketball team, and I galloped on the court as my father did. Fortunately, my acquaintance with my father Niu also started from playing basketball. My father brought me not only a healthy body, a sports-loving life, an optimistic personality, but also a happy marriage.
It has been 17 years, and it has been 17 years since my father left us. /kloc-in 0/7 years, my mother worked hard to bring up my brothers and sisters, put aside the idea of son preference, overcame many obstacles, borrowed money and loans, and endured humiliation until we graduated smoothly, entered the marriage hall and had children? However, how happy and wonderful it is to have a father in the warm scene of playing with grandchildren! Whistle, sing, play erhu, play chess, take my grandson to play ball, climb mountains and play with water, and let him ride horses? Happy!
Father is the song in our hearts! Father is the god in my heart! I often laugh and cry when I miss my father. On the way to struggle, I didn't stop moving forward. My sister and I both inherited my father's business? As an engineer of the human soul, my brother also found a satisfactory job, and everyone worked hard in their respective posts.
Miss my father's days, I need to be optimistic and strong! Miss my father!
Selected Works in Memory of Father (3);
Father. Father.
Think about your back, I feel tough; Touching your hand makes me feel hard; Unconsciously, white hair is exposed at the temples, and wrinkles are quietly added to the corners of the eyes; My father, the person who loves me the most; There are ten points in the sweetness of the world, and you only tasted three points; I love you, my father?
Father, have you fallen asleep? At this moment, I suddenly thought of you. I have too many words, but I can't say them? Will you forgive my words that hurt you and your frivolous thoughts?
I was lying in the dormitory, thinking about my father. Before I went back to school, I had an awkward conversation with him, because last week I heard my mother say that my father would take me to the temple fair next weekend. In the past, my father went alone. This time, the organizer of the temple fair gave my father a table, and I was deeply proud and excited about it. But because my uncle was alone, more guests were invited, and my father wronged me and gave up my position! In a rage, I refused my father's recommendation that I take an extra seat. I think it's because I cried to my grandmother. I don't want it! The more I think about it, the worse I feel, as if there is a fire of expectation in my heart. But a pot of cold water came down, leaving only sad smoke, which made my eyes red?
But I also thought that when I went back to school, I would have contradictions about my father's abuse, eating inside and picking outside, being a stupid idiot and unfit to be a father, and so on.
On Wednesday, I go to the doorman to get food, which is the third day of every Wednesday. My mother specially wanted to supplement my nutrition, but every time my father personally sent it to me. I was half an hour late because of the teacher's detention. I went to the gatehouse and looked up. The poisonous sun licked the ground. Every angle is like the focus of a fire mirror. My father stood outside the fence, sweating profusely. He came up to me and handed me the box skillfully.
I suddenly feel very sorry for my father. He is a man, and his feelings are naturally not as delicate as his mother. However, he is like a house, shielding all the storms; He is like a pit, burying all grievances; He is like a mountain. Should he forgive everything?
My father is generous, so I should, shouldn't haggle over every ounce, shouldn't be selfish, shouldn't swear, and shouldn't question my father's love?
Always ask my father for it, but never say thank you; It is not easy to understand you when you grow up; Every time I leave, I always pretend to be simple; Laugh and go back, then turn around and wet your eyes?
Time is slow, don't let your father get old again; I am willing to trade everything I have for my father's long life; Father, what can I do for you? Little problem. Take it. Thank you for everything. Hold up our home with both hands, always do everything well and give me the best. Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up! My father!
Selected Works in Memory of Father (4);
Since my father suffered an unfortunate stroke on May 13 last year, my mother, two sisters and daughter-in-law began to wait and take care of my father by turns during the day, and the four brothers arranged to wait and take care of my father by turns at night. They come back every Friday to Sunday and wait to take care of my father. They rush back to work in Qianjiang early Monday morning, rain or shine.
On the evening of March 9, I took care of my father with my sixth brother. I couldn't sleep all night when I heard that my father was ill. I was sad when I got up at 6: 30 in the morning and left my father. I went to my father's bedside, woke him up and whispered to him that I had gone back to work and would come back to take care of you next Friday. My father held my hand and said, nothing, never mind, let's go (but I understand that he is afraid of my worry and comfort me and say, Dad, you should take care. Holding my father's trembling hand and looking at the tears in his eyes, the pain in my heart is beyond description.
Before the Spring Festival, my father's illness worsened, and he managed to survive this winter. My brother hopes that his father will get better in spring. Who knows that at 7: 30 on the third night after he left, Brother Liu called and said that his father died instantly, his mind was blank and his heart was extremely sad. At this moment, there is only one very urgent desire, and that is to see my father at once. My wife quickly called a car and went back with me. However, it is too late. I will never see my father's eager eyes again. I knelt by my father's bed, touched his cold hand and cried and asked him, why did you leave so suddenly? Just three days after you left home, you died Why didn't I see my son for the last time?
Next, nearly a thousand relatives and friends who got the news came from all over the country to mourn my father. The whole family spent three days holding a grand and solemn funeral for my father, and chose the best tomb base for my father in the Tiantai cemetery about two kilometers away from my home, and made a tombstone with excellent granite. I hope my father likes this place and understands the filial piety of his children.
Father, these days, your children are suffering from the grief of thinking of you infinitely? Father! How are things with you now? Is heaven warm? I wonder if you have found your grandparents on the other side of the world. If you have, I will give my dream to my children to ease my grief.
Father! Although you and I live in two different worlds this day, your amiable smile can still be seen from time to time in the ocean of children's memory; It seems that children's ears can often hear inculcation, and children's hearts always feel your active figure appear? Children love to watch your elegant posture of Tai Chi Chuan, love to hear your charming past in my family, and love to hear your strategy of dealing with people.
Father, your life is hard and bumpy, but you are upright and upright. You left the responsibility of the whole big family to yourself, but you gave this big family great love and warmth. You should teach your children not only to study hard, but also to be honest and upright.
Father! Before you die, you always like to drink a little wine, taste strong tea, talk about past lives with friends in town, listen to music and watch plays in your spare time. I always like to play chess with others, and I am not as good at chess as my opponent. I have a charming personality under the game of closing my eyes, which is a must in town.
Father! You are only seventy years old this year, but you have passed away. If the world is naive and has eyes, why can't we live happily for a few more years?
Father! At the moment, the first thing you eat every day is to invite you to eat and drink, or does your little grandson Shen Zheng bring you wine at every meal, but I never hear you invite your children to eat together again?
Father! This Qingming Festival, I went to visit my grandmother's grave. In this big family, without you. This is because my children don't know anything. They understand that the death of the old man is a natural law, but they can't cope with parting with you. Your departure makes me feel that life is so short, and it also makes me know how to cherish everything I have at this moment and cherish the most perfect time!
Father! The child regretted it! If time and space can be reversed, I will wait on you at your bed and make you happy for a hundred years. But father! Dear father, you will never hear the sad cry of your favorite child again!
Father! Kneel at your grave and ask your children to burn more paper money for you. Don't work as hard as before, learn to enjoy life and live a more comfortable life.
May my father reunite with his grandparents in heaven and be happy!
Selected Works in Memory of Father (5);
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." I sang this poem and stared at the night sky outside the window. This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the bright moon is always like a shy little girl, hiding in the clouds, so there is not even a star in the sky tonight, only a cool breeze.
This is the third time I haven't spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family. I think, "The foot of the bed is so bright, is it frosty already?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. The nostalgia for hometown and relatives is a yearning and tenderness, just like the smoke curled up on the plain being pulled to the endless horizon by the wind.
When I didn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my relatives once, my young heart suddenly felt a sense of loss, only bitter tears flowing in my eyes. Miss for relatives, nostalgia for hometown, floating around in this quiet night?
The wind is blowing, and there is a faint and long fragrance of lily. I think that's my father's scent.
My father, who is a doctor, is so busy in the infirmary all day that he doesn't even have time for a cup of leisure tea. Every holiday, dad has no time to accompany us. When I was a child, I often lost myself on the full moon night, thinking about the secret my father told me: "If you miss your father, tell the moon, and it will tell me what you said!" " "The moon really can talk? When I was a child, my father brought me many perfect longings and longings. Maternal love in life is meticulous, within reach, like cloves, emitting intoxicating fragrance. But my father's love was deeply hidden in that full moon.
In my memory, I only understand that my father's love is strict. Of course, it's hard for me to understand being young. Until now, I gradually appreciate the profound charm contained in the love of strict father!
The light of Mid-Autumn Festival is still so soft, like a father's love. How many times before, in the dead of night, I was tired at my desk, and I looked up with a cup of tea on the coffee table, leaving only my father's tall figure? I seem to see that the silent warmth of the great "father who bought oranges" diluted all the fatigue. The moon is still quietly hanging in the dark blue sky, and the gentle moonlight shines on the tea leaves?
Outside the window, the moon is still hiding in the clouds. I looked at the sky and thought about my father's love, which made me feel that I was not alone. Family and friendship are still passing on to each other in this quiet night sky!