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My brother is really difficult to teach. My brother has a bad temper and is not sensible. He is ten years old and throws things all day. Dad has high blood pressure, and it is dangerous to be stimulat

My brother is really difficult to teach. My brother has a bad temper and is not sensible. He is ten years old and throws things all day. Dad has high blood pressure, and it is dangerous to be stimulated. I My story with my father One quiet noon, I was preparing for a nap, but I saw a sentence from Xi Murong: "The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, as if waving my hands in the fog ... "When I think of my hometown, I can't help but think of my father, my father. It has been many years since I waved goodbye to my father, but today I think of it inexplicably and feel deeply. The feeling of missing is very strong, and so many years of dribs and drabs have returned to my memory. I feel guilty about all kinds of misunderstandings and irrationality about my father in the past. It turned out that I really didn't understand fatherly love until I grew up, just like a stream trickling through my heart. So I got up from my desk and wrote this article in calligraphy. Dad is an ordinary farmer. My father had a good job when he was young, but he didn't marry his mother until he was 27 because of his poor composition. Our home is in Weishan Lake, the birthplace of the Flying Tigers. However, my father is straightforward, not interested in officialdom, and will not flatter. He was framed by a villain and lost his job in a promotion opportunity. People around him are complaining about his father, but I have never heard a complaint from my father in the next few decades. Our family went back to our hometown, a rural area in southwest Shandong, which was relatively backward at that time. It was the cold winter and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. I was sent down when I was only one month old. I was smart when I was a child, and my father especially liked children. He treats other people's children like babies. It's certainly better for me to hug and kiss the visiting children and give them candy. When I went to kindergarten, I was good at singing and dancing, and my father couldn't put it down. At that time, my father went to work in the city and made a living by doing construction work for others. It's hard. He often goes home for a long time. Dad has a broken bike called Dajinlu, which most people can't ride. It is extremely difficult to ride. But he cherishes it, like a baby. Every time a villager comes to my house to borrow a car, my father always enthusiastically introduces his big golden deer to others, but ordinary people often say awkwardly at a glance, "Thank you, no need." And left. Leaving dad alone, he said to himself, "We are all neighbors, so there is nothing to be ashamed of." In my impression, the bell of that car rang, and it rang by itself, as long as someone rode it. At that time, I looked forward to my father coming home every day. As soon as I heard the bell, I rushed out to meet him. My father never forgot to buy me a bag of candy or a box of colored chalk. I really felt so happy at that time! I like painting, but there is no paint seller in China, so my father squeezes out a little money from his meager salary every month to buy me colored chalk and starts to build me a slate as a canvas. Later, because the old yard was abandoned, the slate disappeared, but the memory left for my childhood was forever. Mother keeps a lot of poultry, a dog, a cat and so on. After each painting, my father happily said yes! On summer nights, the leaves rustle and are very cool. Listening to the insects, my father shook the cattail leaf fan and told me stories. My father always has endless stories. What I like best is the story of the brave long-term worker who outsmarted the rich man. I sing and dance for my father and often fall asleep while singing. In my childhood memory, my father is so kind and gentle. He went behind my back to the village to watch a big play, telling me that bad cops are good people, bad cops are traitors, and clowns with bird droppings on their noses made me giggle. Dad worships Chairman Mao very much and often listens to him sing in the morning, such as Dongfanghong, Beijing Jinshan and Hu Wei. In my father's mind, perhaps Chairman Mao has been sublimated into a spirit. Although Mao Zedong made serious mistakes in the Cultural Revolution, it was also a reason why my father and I quarreled later. We have argued for more than ten years, but we haven't convinced each other today. At that time, we were poor, but we lived a quiet and happy life. Dad is also a hero in my heart, and there is nothing that dad can't do. I grew up gradually, and when I reached the age of studying, my brothers and sisters were all studying, with a heavy burden. People often tell my dad that I'm a girl and I'm not raised by others. Don't make me read too high. Graduation from high school is enough. But my father always said, "I have no education, and I have suffered enough in my life." As long as she wants to study, I will provide for her to go to school, not to mention this is a responsibility! " Dad is a boor and he doesn't speak very well, but I can't forget this sentence for so many years. I often think that my eyes are wet. A simple farmer expresses his love for his children with the most simple words! Dad can also be a carpenter and earn some extra money to supplement his family. I am very competitive. When I was in the first grade, I showed thinking beyond ordinary children. Some teachers even gave me the title of "prodigy". According to common sense, parents usually show off, but dad never mentioned it. In many large-scale exams, I am the first in the region. So, many teachers began to be interested in my background, until one day, my English teacher found out that my father was actually a migrant worker laying bricks outside our classroom! At school, my father never talks to me. He is afraid of embarrassing his daughter. My poor father! You sweat in the sun but still don't forget to keep your so-called self-esteem for your daughter! Every time I got my license, my father just smiled and said, OK! I have never praised me, nor have I been forced to supervise my study, but I have never forgotten my father's sweat. I think this is the biggest motivation for my study. But my body is not so optimistic. I am in poor health and have often suffered from insomnia since I was a child. When my father saw me studying, he never forgot to say "Come and watch cartoons ~ ~". I remember that my favorite movie at that time was "Smart Rest" in Japan. Dad is afraid that my brain is broken! However, as I get older, my temper is somewhat similar to my father's. Both of them are stubborn and stubborn, so they often quarrel. Father has a bad temper, a typical northern man, who likes to use force. He said I couldn't beat him. Maybe I have adolescent rebellion and always like to fight against him. I often cover my head and say to myself: Dad, you are a tyrant! My name for my father is: kind tyrant. Hehe ~ ~ ~ After my father hit me, I ran as fast as a rabbit. When I got into the firewood pile, he couldn't find it. When it was time for dinner, he forgot. Hehe, my dad is so generous that he never lets bygones be bygones. My father has gradually become less kind in my heart, and I often wonder if my father doesn't love me. Looks like my duckling, isn't it really cute? At that time, some classmates fanned the flames and said that I was not born by my parents (of course, it turned out to be a rumor later), so I was even more indifferent to my father. Anyway, I admire my father in some ways. Maybe in the land of Confucius and Mencius. My father's ethics are very strong, and what I hate most is unfilial people. Treat grandpa (grandma died long ago) and dad in every possible way until the day when grandpa died. Educate my uncles and aunts to be filial. Grandma has no relatives, only a younger brother's daughter-in-law, (this younger brother is not grandma's and mom's). That is, my father's nephew, and southerners call him aunt. Father's aunt's house is far away, and the traffic is very inconvenient. My mother said that my grandmother had been dead for so many years that I didn't have to visit every holiday, but my father refused, saying that I couldn't call my relatives without going back and forth. Every holiday, he rides his big golden deer for several hours to visit. Dad is very generous and has great prestige in the village. Anyone who quarrels with his mother-in-law or daughter-in-law will be asked to mediate if the housework is not handled well. My father is a construction worker. Rural people like to build houses in winter, and they all need my father's help. Father is always enthusiastic and doesn't charge a penny. Some people say that they managed to scrape together some money, but my dad always said that no one in the village needed help. I admire my father's character. He taught me to be an upright person from an early age. He said that he hated those corrupt officials and plundered the people most. Some contractors couldn't pay their wages at the end of the year, which made my father miserable, and sometimes a long time of hard work was in vain. Now, I am the boss of the construction unit. Every time I see them asking for the project money, I always feel a little pity. I think of my father, who was disappointed because he couldn't get the money. That money is rare for the boss, but it is a source of support for his family! If you ask me what I learned from my father, it is faith! Stay strong at all times! Apart from my grandfather's death, I hardly saw my father shed a tear. He fell off the scaffold and didn't cry. The cruel contractor didn't give him a penny, and his father didn't cry. He was framed by a villain and never cried. He is a happy farmer now. I am content every day. Every time I encounter setbacks, my father always encourages me, and everything is just a trivial matter. Later, I was admitted to a university in Nanjing. I was far from home, so I naturally had less contact with my father. In view of my heart, I still have a misunderstanding about my father. It costs a lot of money to go to college. It is no longer enough to rely on my mother to farm and my father to build. Father vacated the house on the street and started a business. In order to save money, my father also works as a coolie and gets up at 2 am every day to make a fire. Dad's physical condition is not as good as before. He often has leg pains. It breaks my heart to watch my father gritting his teeth and panting to move things! ! ! This is also the reason why I decided not to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I really can't stand my parents working for me anymore. I must work early and earn money early. I strongly urge the school to combine the two-year courses and finish them in one year. When I got my first scholarship, I bought my father a wool gray hat, which seemed to be 15 yuan. I didn't remember to bring it back until the summer vacation. My sister really made a joke, but my father was very happy and said it was good. Later, every winter vacation, I can see my father wearing that gray hat. I don't know why, every time I see my father wearing a hat, I feel sad. When my father is old, his hair will turn white, and the tall and straight body in his childhood memory will become rickety and he will often cough. Tell me every time: don't forget to call me every few days so as not to miss you. Every time I go home, my father is not very enthusiastic. He always asks lightly: How was school? Did you eat on the way? Maybe he won't express it. China people express their feelings in a subtle way. I complained to my mom that my dad never said he missed me. My mother always said how could he not? Your father just can't talk. I work in Ningbo, a southern city that smells like the sea. Thousands of miles away from home, I have long been used to living alone in a foreign land. I am working, busy, breathing and tired every day, but I am alive, and I will also think of how my old father in my hometown is doing now. Some time ago, my father couldn't walk because of his leg pain, but when I called him, I always easily said that he was healthy. After buying a gas stove, my father knew I was a little careless. Every time I call my mother to talk, she always tells me "Remember to turn off the main valve"! At that moment, my heart suddenly understood something. I feel remorse and guilt for my misunderstanding of my father for so many years! The most neglected thing is actually the most precious thing! Dad often says: When will you go home? Dear dad, I'm going home. It belongs to our home. There is love at home, there are stories you love to tell, there are my songs, there are ducklings I draw, there are cute ducklings that will never grow up, and there are gray hats you love ... Some time ago, I saw the flash of "dry wine is not for sale" in ISSO, and tears flowed silently. I thought of my father, dear father, who worked hard all his life. ! ! But how much love does an inch of grass have? The third spring flower reports. This article is for reference only and is copied on the Internet ~ West ~