Ask for a eulogy to my father.

After spending the New Year with my mother at home, I returned to Chengdu. Before leaving home, my mother said: The 27th of the first month is the anniversary of your father's death. Remember, oh, hey, it's been fifteen years. Time flies. My heart is sour and tears are about to overflow.

(My father, the time to raise me is far less than that when he left. With too much concern, when I left, tears soaked my thin cheeks. My mother and I, my 4-year-old sister, snuggled up in front of the hospital bed, crying and calling for him. He lay quietly and never promised us again. He just did that, didn't leave a word, and even left us forever before finishing the bowl of green porridge in his mother's hand.)

I am too young, too much for everything. I can't see your familiar face anymore, and I can't hear you talk. You were sent to the operating room for countless times, and you came out laughing. You were lying in the hospital, and you wrote to me to tell me to study hard, listen to my uncle, and don't live up to your expectations. When I was a child, I was most afraid of you. I was naughty. You wanted to hit me, and my grandmother was so angry that I cried. At that time, I hated you. But now, when I grew up, I often think about you. I'm willing to play every day.

I know, it's impossible. You've gone to a distant place. I know you're lonely, too. Every time we worship you, we have to burn a lot of paper money for you. Although I don't know if there is such a world, we can only miss you in this way. Every time we burn paper money, we say: Dad, take more money to play mahjong. We can't go back to our hometown to give it to you this New Year. I burn incense, kowtow and propose a toast to you in the direction of my hometown in the yard. I said, Dad, you should protect your mother and sister's health and peace forever. You should take good care of yourself there, and if you have the chance, you will get married again, so that you won't be lonely. Is it ridiculous for me to say so? I have been educated for so many years, but it seems to be a feudal superstition to others. But this is my hope for you, and I don't need others to understand. My mother won't know my ridiculous idea. Dad, although I don't know you, my mother's waiting for you for so many years has made me understand that you are an excellent man and you have taught many excellent students. I have learned to draw, write and be a person with noble character from you since I was a child. In my bones. I have your tenacity and persistence. When I grow up, I don't like being a teacher. In order to follow your wishes, I worked as a teacher for four years, and then I switched to be my favorite tour guide. I know that you will support me and protect me. Whenever I encounter traffic jams and landslides in a tourist bus, I am very calm. I said to myself: With my father to bless me, we will be safe. I even think that you left for a change. I forgot the anniversary of your death. I feel guilty, so I decided to use this article to make up for my mistake. Please forgive me, your confused daughter.

Please bless all those who love your family, and hope all the good people will be safe and happy!

I'll have another chance to fill in the color of the words on your tablet for you.

I'm sorry that I can't visit your grave in Tomb-Sweeping Day!