Tisch
Father:
You're leaving.
moment
It's not for me.
Half a sweet word,
Sleep quietly
Elegance point
Cat-legged
Think carefully about your concerns.
A gentle smile
Say to me;
The world has changed.
I want to go back.
My own home
I stepped forward and burst into tears.
Reach out and touch
But this is a beautiful illusion.
You leave with the cold spring,
Generations have written quatrains.
Drink three buckets of old wine,
Who regrets impermanence?
XXX
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extreme
Dear father:
Another year of Qingming. It has been three years and five months since you left me.
Three years and five months ago that autumn, the weather was gloomy, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and my breath seemed to be a little short. Many things have happened in my life. Of course, the biggest thing is your death.
I went back to Wenzhou to visit you and your mother after a series of lectures. In fact, it was just an ordinary trip to visit relatives. Although you were ill for a long time, no one expected that the day after I got home, you left. In retrospect, you were actually waiting for me.
You have been ill for many years and lived on rice soup and egg soup for more than a year. But your vitality is really tenacious. You hold on to the world with your remaining strength, because there are still people who love you and love you. You are skinny, and your sparse white hair is messy and long. Mom complained that she couldn't find a master who would go home and cut your hair. I casually promised that I would come, in fact, I have never done a complete geography for anyone in my life. I cut your hair the other day. It's not going well, but you look refreshed. When I was born, you cut my first fetal hair. When you left, it was the last time I cut your hair. The so-called "filial piety" in life is probably like this.
The next morning, my mother called and said that your condition was very bad. I left the apartment in a hurry, and you have difficulty breathing. Your near-death state lasted for a long time. I'm sorry to see you struggling to breathe weakly. Then I asked everyone to leave the room-I want to have one last chance to be alone with you.
"Dad, thank you for giving me so much love in my life." I lie in your ear and tell you gently.
"I will try my best to take care of my mother and take care of this family."
"Dad, you are so tired. Close your eyes and sleep. You will go to a good place without tears and sadness. Don't worry, you are safe with God. "
Out of the corner of my eye, there is a cloudy tear. I finally know that you have been listening to me. I received your last blessing.
After I told you, I went to the outside room and left before I could put on my socks. No one wants to lose his father, but no one can keep him. I told you something else in this way, and my sadness was deeply comforted.
At the farewell ceremony of the body, the people in your unit made a well-intentioned life introduction. I feel strange and far away when I hear it.
No, this is not my father. It seems that the man who appears in this long biography is not my father.
But who is my father? If I had to pick up the fragments of memory, which one would float on the surface?
/kloc-in the summer of 0/980, I returned to Wenzhou from Shanghai for my first college summer vacation. At that time, I had lived in the big world of Shanghai for a year, and I began to see the metropolis fashion that a small town woman had never seen before. At dinner, I casually said that I wanted to curl my hair, but I didn't know where I could buy curly paper.
The next morning, I was awakened by a harsh sound. I got up and went to the backyard, only to find myself sawing a long bamboo pole with a blunt saw.
"Son, here you are, your paper." You are sweating, and your face is a kind of happiness and satisfaction that I can't describe.
Your childhood was spent in a very difficult environment. Mom has told us many times that you, a miserable child of Fanshan, don't want to wear shoes and go to school barefoot. Growing up, we have been taught to live frugally. Buy an apple at home and cut some petals to share. In my childhood memory, almost no family went out to eat.
But one afternoon in my sophomore year, I just came back from playing volleyball on the playground and suddenly found you waiting outside my dormitory. You said that your company sent you to Shanghai on business, which was really unexpected.
You took me out to dinner the other day and ordered two simple dishes, a plate of jiaozi. You can't bear to eat, just watch me eat a whole plate of jiaozi in one breath. There is so much pity and love in your eyes, which wraps me layer by layer and is infinitely warm. One night, you seldom talk, but you keep sighing, "The food at school is terrible."
Later, I graduated from college and went to Beijing. From Beijing to Canada. Leave home again and again, and go further and further again. There are fewer and fewer opportunities to see you. Every time I come home, I find that you are getting old. Later, your movements became more and more difficult, and the recent memory maintenance time became shorter and shorter. I didn't have my own place at that time, so I will live with you when I get back to warm up. Whenever I go out to meet my friends at night, no matter how late it is, you will stand at the dark door of the house and wait for me to get home safely-until you are finally bedridden. Looking back, I will still clearly remember the way you stood hunched in the wind, and your white hair was rolled up by the wind, which made you cry for your ignorance.
The love you gave me laid the coordinate system of my life. You have taught me tolerance, patience, sympathy, appreciation of every benefit of others, silence when misunderstood, anxiety when praised, gratitude for everything in life, and no false desire for what is missing in life.
Of course, you also taught me to use my real name on any occasion and honestly take humble responsibility for every word I write.
I am deeply grateful to God for giving me a father like you.
This Qingming, I came to Wenzhou again. This trip is both public and private. Privately, including sweeping your grave. In fact, I don't need to think of you when I worship my ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, because you have injected the password of your life into my blood forever. As long as I live, I will always take you. When my life is gone, you will still live in my book with my words-I mean your spirit and blood.
Dad, although I can't bear to part with you, I know that one day, we will meet again, in a place where there is always spring, no tears and no sadness.
Your eternal daughter Zhang Ling.
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Tisso
Father:
Run
Walking sound
In the distance, the world of mortals is rolling.
The distance is just the back of your departure.
Why is the sky overcast and steaming?
I really want to clear the clouds.
Chasing your lingering soul.
But the world I follow
This is just a lonely hay grave.
my love
Flowing into the evening breeze
A continuous spring rain cannot last forever.
my heart
Filled with lead water
Waves flow with the river.
......
I walked in
Walk into the land where you walked.
You can't walk into the mountain village where you live.
I untied it.
Untie the poem you read.
Can't solve your profound knowledge
Spring branches
I really want to see you.
Look at your handsome figure and loving eyes.
Thunder in the clouds
I really want to hear it.
Listen to your voice of singing and loving the people.
In my heart
Your immortal classic
Give it to me.
be in fine mettle
you don't have
An uneasy heartbeat
Makes my blood boil.
You're gone
Walk so gracefully
Do not dye the world of mortals.
Why are you avoiding it?
Don't look at the depressed children behind you.
Don't look at you
Pointing to mountains and rivers
Who will inherit?
Don't look at love and hate.
Whether to sprout and take root
What about you?
A world of inaction
That flying soul
leave
You walked out.
Stages of life
Didn't go out
Your child's heart
You gave me the whole world.
The world is not prosperous now.
only
The concept of morality
It can only be used to soothe the soul and wipe away tears.
Your legacy
Not gold, silver and jewels.
Just be frugal.
Add a kind heart lamp
leave
You didn't go far.
On the other side of heaven
You mark the standard of a man.
In my living space
Always drive away evil spirits
leave
You didn't leave.
Before god.
You pray for the innocence of the soul.
On the desktop in my heart
Have you brushed the dirty dust?
A cold night
Have your warm body temperature
Although I ... ...
have nothing at all
You are my rich spirit.
Although it is
The road ahead is rugged.
You are my journey.
Run
An old man.
Here we go.
I can't blow away my father's soul.
I will taste it with my heart
Thinking about the smell of the distance.
Today's freshmen
I will taste it with my heart
Taste the invisible elephant
A loud and sparse voice
XXX
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