Four touching fatherly love stories?

Lead: Father's love is a bright light in my life journey. When I got lost, it lit up my journey. The following is a touching story of fatherly love. Welcome to reading.

Chapter one: A touching story of fatherly love. June is my father's holiday. When I think of my father and that deep concern, the past is like catkins flying all over the sky, lingering.

My father in my memory is extremely strict with me. No leftovers when eating, no quarrels with friends when playing, take the initiative to say hello when you meet your elders, and help your elderly grandmother do some housework as much as possible. At that time, I was still young, and my father left me with the impression that he was not only severe but also severe, and even lacked the warmth that a father should have.

When I was in the third grade of primary school, my father was transferred to work in a foreign land. It will be half a year or even a year before I can see my father again. Later, my father retired and returned to his hometown. I joined the army and became a soldier. Time and space have widened the distance between me and my father, and my father's love is getting farther and farther away from me. And my father still uses his way to express almost harsh strictness. I remember that at the beginning of my enlistment, all my letters were written and sent by my mother, and my father hardly received any letters, whether it was family letters or daily necessities. Even if there is an occasional letter, it is only a few words, mostly. Obey leadership and command? Such requirements.

My first taste of fatherly love was in the winter vacation of my sophomore year in the military academy. A party coincided with a snowstorm, and I stayed at my classmate's house at night. Early in the morning, while I was still sleeping, someone knocked at my classmate's door. When I opened the door, I saw a snowman standing at the door. I didn't know it was my father until I heard the sound. My father's sudden appearance surprised me. When I got home, I heard from my mother that my father stayed up all night and went to my classmate's house early in the morning.

I don't know when there was a map of China on the wall of my hometown. On a vacation, I accidentally found that many places on the map were circled with red pens. Looking closely, the circled place is where I have been in the army for nearly 20 years. I didn't know it was my father's circle until I asked. My mother said that shortly after I joined the army, my father bought this map specially. For many years, wherever I went, my father would stand in front of the map whenever something happened.

If maternal love is like a trickle and warmth is everywhere, then paternal love is like a mountain. Behind the silence, there is the same love, but the way to express love is different. That night, I lay in bed and thought for a long time.

Chapter 2: A touching story about father's love 1968. My two-year-old son has a cold and a cough. Because there was no money to see a doctor, the illness dragged on, and soon the child had a high fever and was unconscious. My wife cried, and I was worried.

You know, this little son is my lifeblood. My wife and I gave birth to four baby girls in a row after marriage. This baby boy was born at the age of 42. I love this child very much. I'm really afraid of falling into my hand and putting it in my mouth. The child's illness made my heart ache, and I rushed to the local hospital with him. The doctor said after examination that he had a fever of 40 degrees and pneumonia. Only when streptomycin is used to diminish inflammation and reduce fever can the baby get better. But what is terrible is that the hospital was in a state of semi-paralysis because of the struggle between the two factions. I didn't have this medicine a few days ago, so I had to buy it in Baoji, Shaanxi. At that time, the supply of streptomycin was tight, and only the hospital certificate could buy it. The doctor immediately gave me a certificate and urged me to buy medicine in Baoji.

I was dumbfounded when I heard it. My home is in Tianshui, Gansu, more than 300 miles away from Baoji, Shaanxi. The children are eager to take medicine. Is there still time? If you don't buy medicine, there is no hope at all. I decided to go to Baoji, but I didn't even have the money to look after the children at home, let alone take the train. In order to seize the time, I decided to take the train. The doctor told me that one streptomycin costs 95 cents, and my child needs six. I tried my best to put all the pieces together and only raised 5 yuan, which was not enough to buy 6 medicines. I have to go to Baoji first to see how much I can buy. It is urgent to save the child, and it can't be delayed any longer.

When I came to the railway, I chose a bend, where most trains slow down. Just then a bus came, and I jumped on it easily. But this train stops at the station, and I am in a hurry. How can I stand the train being so slow? I jumped out of the car and wanted to wait for an express train. At this time, I was so hungry that I tightened the hemp rope tied to my waist and tightened my stomach to get on the bus. Sure enough, a van arrived in Xi 'an, but it was too fast, as fast as flying. I'm a little timid, and I dare not answer it after several attempts, but when I think about my baby's illness, I can't care about anything. I can't save the child. What's the point of my living? The carriage flashed by me section by section, and life and death were at this moment. If I catch it, maybe my child will be saved. If I can't catch up, I will be run over by the train and I will do my duty as a father. I took two steps back, staring at a doorknob, getting up my courage and taking a big leap. Ah, my right hand slipped. Fortunately, my left hand firmly grasped the door handle, and my body suddenly floated up, and the wind roared in my ear. I managed to stick my body on the car body and step on the steps at the door. I took a deep breath and felt hungry, tired and dizzy. I told myself to cheer up. If I passed out, I wouldn't fall off the train and die. I struggled to untie the hemp rope from my waist, first tied myself to my waist, and then tied both ends of the hemp rope to the handles on both sides, which was much safer. I just stood there, not knowing whether I was asleep or hungry, and I didn't know anything.

When I woke up, the car had arrived in Baoji. I quickly untied the rope and jumped out of the car After only a few steps, I was yelled at by two people coming right against my face. Looks like a railway worker, about my age, and looks fierce. They asked me what I had done and I told them the truth. They don't believe me. They looked me up and down. I showed them the doctor's certificate, and they softened their tone with a grain of salt. When they questioned me, my stomach kept growling, my whole body ached and sweat dripped from my head. They asked me what was wrong, and I said I was hungry. They looked at each other, and one of them pointed to the hut in front and said to me, come with me and give you something to eat. ? I am skeptical, for fear that they will coax me into the cabin and detain me, so I don't want to go. The man said:? You are so hungry that you can't eat anything. They walked in front and I followed. When he arrived at the hut, the man took out one? Gold and silver? Steamed bread made of wheat flour and corn flour is in front of me. God, I really met a great person! I picked up the bun and ate it with tears in my eyes. This steamed bread smells delicious. I haven't eaten steamed bread that smells so good for almost a year. A steamed bread was quickly eaten up. The man asked me if I was full. I still want to eat, but I dare not say anything. I got up and left without saying a word. The man grabbed me and brought me two steamed buns: eat, whatever. ? Seeing their eyes are sincere, I told them about the baby's illness and the bitterness along the way while eating, saying that they are the great benefactors I met and I will never forget them in my life. I just wanted to eat steamed buns, and I didn't ask the name, so I foolishly ate three big steamed buns at one go and felt a little full. They asked me if the fare was enough. I said, don't worry about this. Isn't there a two-part allegorical saying: Gansu people don't miss the train? I came here by car. They advised me that it was too dangerous to take a bus and gave me 2 yuan to go back by car. After eating other people's buns, how dare you ask for other people's money? They insisted, I don't want it. I don't think there is enough money to buy medicine for the baby. Plus this money is more than enough. I took the money and said to them: I am a farmer and I owe you today. I'm afraid I can't do it in my life. Let me kowtow to you on behalf of the baby. When I was talking, I was going to kneel down. They quickly pulled me back and told me to go.

I bid farewell to these two great benefactors and went to the drugstore to buy seven streptomycin. When buying medicine, the problem came out again: the medicine was packed in a thin glass bottle and broke when it was accidentally squeezed. What's more, I have to risk my life to go back by train, and I don't know how many times I have to hit it. This is a medicine to save the baby's life. What if it breaks down? Holding the medicine in your hand is in the way, and it is not safe to put it in your pocket for fear of collision and hold it in your arms. After much deliberation, I came up with a good idea: put the medicine on the trouser legs and put a bottle of medicine in a circle, and the trouser legs of seven bottles of medicine were pulled up seven or eight times. This will not interfere with hands and feet, but also be safe and secure. It's just a painful leg. In cold weather, it's frozen naked.

So I got on a truck to Tianshui. When he got home and gave Eva two kinds of medicine, he woke up from a coma. The baby recovered before seven pills were used up.

Now that I am old, I want to go to the cabin of Baoji Station in my lifetime to see if the big brother of the railway worker who gave me bread and 2 yuan money is still there and thank them.

Chapter Three: A touching story of fatherly love. In our life, unforgettable farewells abound.

My father is a bitter child. His parents died when he was a child, and 13 went to Shanghai alone. Later, I entered the factory, swept away my blindness and lived a new life. Slowly, he rose from steel worker to technician. My mother is a primary school teacher and there are two boys at home. She is not rich, but at least she has enough food and clothes.

My father is a contented person, but my mother is a very challenging woman. At that time, my mother quit her job and went to a private enterprise factory in other places to run supply and marketing. It's hard. She only comes back once a week. She learned to drink and smoke in order to socialize.

I inherited my mother's genes, ran around with others in my spare time, and earned some pocket money to supplement my family. That day, I got a message that a performance team needed an handyman to load and unload the stage, and at the same time, they could dance at the beginning. I am very excited. I told my father that I would leave tomorrow morning.

Father said, did you ask for leave from school? I said, please help me. Father said, your mother will come back at noon tomorrow. Please wait for her. I said, the train can't wait You can take me to the station by bike tomorrow morning.

At that time, we lived in Minhang, which was far less prosperous than now. It was a village in the city, and we had to go to Shanghai by coach. Father took him there? 28? My bike, I sit behind him with my bag on my back. At 6 o'clock in the summer morning, there are already people selling breakfast and morning exercises on the roadside.

There is still one kilometer to the station, and the tire is flat. I jumped out of the back seat and ran to the station, complaining as I ran. Father pushed the car behind me, so we arrived at the long-distance bus station. It was a 20-minute train, and just one arrived at the station. I quickly jumped on the bus and the door closed behind me. I saw what my father said on the platform, but I couldn't hear anything.

I lowered my head to get money to buy a ticket, and the result was a lifetime.

My father died of cerebral hemorrhage the next afternoon. He left peacefully, his face as golden as paper, and he didn't leave a word. I hung out with the caravan. On the fourth day, my friends in Shanghai found me in a coal mine below Xuzhou. Back to Shanghai, it happened to be the seventh day, catching up with my father's memorial service.

After that, I couldn't close my eyes for a long time. Every time I close my eyes, the picture of the station appears in front of me: a big boy rushes into the car, lowers his head and looks for money without even waving his hand. At the station, a middle-aged man, pushing a car, tried to say something, but I couldn't hear, I couldn't hear.

Is there the best farewell in life? Actually, no, no matter what kind of farewell is accompanied by pain. Farewell to injuries, we have to go through a lot of pain; Farewell to the dead relatives is a heartbreaking pain.

However, we can't avoid these, we can only say to ourselves: once, these people who loved us very much, they accompanied us for a long time; They are going to another city, where we have more relatives, and they are reunited there.

One day, we will also go to that city, thinking that there are so many relatives we know and love in that city.

We will not be afraid.

Chapter four: A touching story of fatherly love drifted all afternoon, and I was tired all over. I found a stall by the stream and filled my stomach first. The stall owner was a lame old man, who just smiled and said nothing. His face is full of vicissitudes, and the gloom on his forehead is particularly profound, as if he had passed the age of ancient times.

I sit on a stone and eat. When the weather turns cold, there are obviously fewer tourists, and the business of the elderly is also deserted.

The old man sat on another stone and took out a brand-new Nokia mobile phone from his coat pocket. He pressed the key carefully or clumsily, thought for a while and laughed from time to time. Did he win by playing a little game?

The old man suddenly looked at me stupefied and said, can I ask you a word? I didn't know he was not old until he spoke. He said shyly, I won't be among the flowers until next year ?

? What word do you want to ask? I saw him in the corner not playing games, but texting.

The old man said: stay up all night. ? He doesn't know Mandarin, knows a few words and can use stroke input method.

It was full of stones, and there was no place to write, so I helped him out on my mobile phone. I glanced at the words on the screen and then at the tone. It should be given to children.

The old man didn't feel shy at all, just smiled foolishly and said, I'm just stupid. A young man in the village taught me by hand for several days, but he still couldn't use it. ?

The old man had nothing to do, and I was not in a hurry to go home, so the two chatted.

The old man's wife died a long time ago. He has seven children, all of whom are working in other places, and none of them is married yet. The old man felt very sorry for them. And they don't complain at all. Everyone squeezes out 60 yuan from their hard-earned money to the elderly every month.

The old man didn't spend a penny, and it was all in the bank. He naively wanted to use the money to buy a house for his children and get married. In spring, I am busy with farm work. In summer and autumn, I push a tricycle to the drifting area and sell some roasted taro, corn, water chestnut and tea eggs. Although there are many tourists and vendors, the income is not rich, but the old man seems to be very satisfied.

The mobile phone was not bought by the elderly or given by others. It fell off when people drifted. There is no saved number in the mobile phone. He waited for a month, but he got up when his master didn't call? Bad heart? .

? I have long wanted to buy a mobile phone. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, my second daughter came back and found me fainted in the yard. My son said he would take me out, or no one would know if I was sick. I won't. My daughter said to buy me at least a mobile phone and report my safety once a day. How expensive the mobile phone is! I told them that I would ask my neighbors to call them at the village Committee. ?

The old man shrank timidly and said, this is not stealing, is it illegal?

I remind the elderly that it is also illegal not to report to the police if the amount is huge or of high value. This phone can be capped at seven or eight hundred, and people don't call to ask, so they don't care at all.

When the old man saved the message, he encountered difficulties again. He put all the short messages to seven children in the draft box. Each message is more than two pages, and the content is similar:

You said the first sentence? I am very happy and healthy today? ; The second sentence is full of questions? How are you today? ; The third sentence is different from the beginning, and it feels a little like home. There are some interesting things in the city and the countryside. The last sentence is the same: Be good to yourself, be good to others, be a good person, be not afraid of anything, and dad! ?

I felt a warm current in my heart and asked him why he didn't send it. He said:? I'm afraid I'll remember something later. ?

I smiled:? Then you can send it again! ?

The old man shook his head. It costs ten cents a piece. It costs twenty cents to send it once. I'd better wait until after dark. ?

The carrier of poor people's expression of love is often humble, but the emotions expressed are as true as innocence! What a tiny carrier SMS is, how vast it is for the old man to condense his love for seven children in seven SMS messages!