Dear father, you have quietly passed away to another world. The sorrow of the wind and trees, and thousands of calls, cannot bring you back to life. How many sleepless nights, in the eyes of tears, you are still so kind, you always appear in our dreams wearing that blue tunic suit, we don't believe that you have left us. I remember my father with a sad heart and tears, and my heart is torn apart and my courage is broken by thinking about his voice.
Father, your ordinary life is written with kindness and simplicity. Although you don't speak much, you are full of wisdom. You, a farmer who tills the fields and plows the garden, feed your family and support the world with your good farm work. Under the care of you and your mother, we three brothers and sisters grew up and started a family.
Father, you deeply love the land under your feet and work hard all your life. Until the end of your life, you are still feeding chickens and ducks. Give food to your children and grandchildren. Ashamed, we didn’t give you much in return.
In 72 of the 90 days when you suffered from a serious illness, you took care of yourself with the help of your mother. Only in the last 18 days did we stay by your bedside, We have done our little bit as children, and we feel sorry for you. Father, before you left, you repeatedly told us to be diligent and frugal in funeral arrangements. When the lamp of life was about to burn out, you still thought about this family and your descendants.
Father, we will always remember your kindness to our brothers and sisters throughout your life. You never beat or scold us. You respect our choices and support our careers. I remember that you often went down to the river to fish for snails, and caught the tide in the small sea to buy us delicious food. You are clever and handy, you can repair tiles, mend baskets, lay bricks and build walls, you are an expert at everything.
You often help your neighbors. In 74 years, you have never had a quarrel with others. You are a model of kindness and righteousness. During your illness, relevant leaders, relatives, friends, and neighbors came to visit you. They all talked about your good deeds and kindness. Father, your ordinary life is so extraordinary. We will definitely inherit your legacy, promote your virtues, be an upright person, and be a kind person.
“The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn’t stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed.” After you left, Father, we recited these words in our hearts countless times. We let the tears flow countless times and let our thoughts linger forever. Now, no matter how much we call for our father, there is no response. "The son wants to be raised but his parents are not waiting for him." It is heartbreaking and heart-wrenching!
Sheep have the kindness to kneel down to breastfeed, and crows have the kindness to feed them in return, so what about people? Children who are unfilial and fail to serve at the bedside day and night have no filial piety and are unworthy of their father's kindness! Now the dream is misty and the paper is swaying. Where is my father? regret! pain! I couldn't accompany you day and night. At this time, the children were choked with sobs, tears burst out of their eyes, and they lost their voices several times. Do they really want to shout out that their father is safe?
A father’s kindness is as high as a mountain, unattainable; as a father’s kindness is like the depth of an ocean, unfathomable. How can I repay my father's kindness? Alas! How can a sentiment of sadness ever be condemned? Several lines of tears have been shed now. Nowadays, it is difficult to see my father’s voice and face, and I cannot fulfill my filial piety as a son. If I want to miss him, I can only close my eyes and think about him. It will always be painful in my heart!
The paper is short but the love is long, the pen is clumsy and the meaning is far-reaching. I am so talented that my father's kindness cannot be fully expressed, and thousands of tears cannot repay my father's nurturing love. The tightness in the chest is unbearable, and the thoughts are difficult to express. A few words can express the pain of missing each other, and condemn the depression of remembering each and every piece.