My father's essays

There is an essay about my father. 1

I am old, my hair is gray, my eyes are not good, my legs and feet are inconvenient, and my heart is still beating-that kind of deep love.

You said that other people's children were admitted to the university, and you said that others were not as educated as you. You asked why your children were not as good as other people's, and the language was full of loss and sadness. I feel sad and want to cry. I'm sorry to disappoint you and your sweat.

The outdoor high temperature makes many people complain and avoid. I was in a tall building, looking at the sky outside, as if I saw your hard work under the scorching sun. Sweat is the most thing you have, and what accompanies you every day is fatigue. I see your calloused palm, so I care for my growth. I can't do your pride, I can't do what you expect, and all I hear is your sigh, and I will cry and be sad-it's all my weakness after I turn around, and I don't want you to worry.

When I was young, it was your concern and expectation. Later, when I grew up slowly, I found that I could not be myself as you expected. There are cowards who want to escape, but I am still willing to do my best, even if I get hurt in the end, I don't want to let you down again.

How much you have paid, and how can I repay it? Don't laugh at my lack of confidence, but you have given too much-my father has essays about my father. 2

The topic about my father is a bit heavy today. Especially for a farmer's son, the material wealth that can be inherited from his father is really limited, and that's all: farmyard, land and cattle, surplus grain in granary, and extremely limited surplus money accumulated by frugality. I am like this, but I am happy because I have a father.

Mountain people rely on mountains to eat. Since I was thirteen or fourteen years old, my father took me into the mountains to pick yams and carry mountain products on my back, looking for things to live on in the mountains. In spring, the trees revive, the flowers bloom, and Shan Ye is colorful. I also followed my father's example, tying the rope around my waist, parting my axe around my waist, and following my father into the mountains to carry mountain products. Bargain, shovel, pickaxe, flail ... When it comes to chopping, it goes into the mountains before dawn and comes out at dusk, and then it is sold to the commune supply and marketing cooperative before going home. In autumn, Shan Ye is full of fruits, and it is a mature season. Wild Chinese herbal medicines have begun to be mined. My father led me to climb the mountain with gastrodia elata and go home when the moon rises. Astragalus membranaceus, Radix Hedysari, Radix Codonopsis, Radix Notoginseng, Black Medicine, Poria, Herba Asari ... whatever they pick, they carry it back to the commune medicine purchasing station and sell it to buy clothes, shoes and socks for the whole family for the winter.

It was my father who introduced me to mountains and forests. It is a cornucopia, and the key to open it is called diligence. As long as you are diligent, you can have whatever you want.

Father has a saying: "A boy of fifteen has the power to take away his father." It is said that a fifteen-year-old boy can support his family for his father. I learned to plow when I was in junior high school. There is a white mare at home, and my father has trained me to be human. When I hear my father's voice, I make a clamor, and my egg-like eyes are full of affection, so my father can do whatever he wants. When plowing, my father picks up the flail board of the plow, and it will put its neck into the flail board by itself. No matter whether the ground is flat or steep, wide or narrow, my father can turn left and right and intensively cultivate. If there is a dark stone in the ground, as soon as the tip of the plow hits the stone, the white horse will stop immediately and wait for his father to move the stone before continuing to pull the plow forward. When I was fifteen, I took the plow handle from my father. At first, my father was not at ease. He always came with me to teach me how to plow, how to get back to the horse when I got to the farm, and how to communicate with the white horse to make it obedient. Only a few days later, I was able to work independently. My father taught me to sow seeds and fertilize. I learned to farm and became a farm boy who can do any farm work.

I like to plow the fields. Every summer vacation at school, I hold the white horse to plow the stubble as soon as the crops come on the field. Gastrodia elata is bright on the ground, and the sun shines on the edge of the ground and then rests. My father said that it was cool during this time, and people and animals were relaxed. Every time I finish plowing a field, I sit on the edge of the field and pour mud into my shoes. When the white mare is grazing happily on the edge of the field, I will look at the newly turned land and hum a few songs. The wet land erupts with the fragrance of the earth, and when you smell the smell of the earth, your heart is sweet and refreshing. I know that all creatures in the world are parasites of the land, and no one can live without food given by the land. Waiting for the land is to support yourself.

It was my father who taught me about the land and loved it deeply. It is my inexhaustible source of wealth.

All parents in the world have the hope that their children will be successful, and fathers are no exception. After graduating from high school, due to my poor family, I gave up the idea of taking exams, but I was not at ease at home. Father has a friend who works in a railway station in Haibei, Qinghai. I call him Liu Shu. When Liu Shu visited his home, he asked me to go to Haibei, Qinghai with him and try to find a job for me. My father also agreed to let me go, and told me that he had several friends on the Qinghai Railway, all of whom had built the baoji-chengdu railway and Lanqing Railways with him. At that time, my father was laying tracks and bridging teams in the Northwest Railway Bureau. After the Lanzhou-Qingdao Railway was opened to traffic, my father returned to his hometown. At that time, during the three-year natural disaster, grandma and aunt were starving to death, and they wrote to their father for help. For home, my father came back. All the workers left behind are in Qinghai, so I may be able to help if I go.

however, after I went to Haibei grassland and unloaded the goods at the railway station for two months, Liu Shu said awkwardly, I didn't expect it. He originally wanted to put me in the railway educated youth brigade and then arrange a job, but my household registration was helpless and I couldn't get in. At that time, the placement of educated youth was over, and he was helpless and had to be helpless. I understood what Liu Shu meant, packed up and left the beautiful Haibei grassland and returned to my village.

I went back to the village to make a joke for the villagers. My father said, it's none of my business to come back, no matter what others say. He lost an upright railway worker and asked me to look for him. Is it possible? There is a saying in the Internationale that "it is up to us to create human happiness". By whom? Depend on yourself! This is my first time to go out for a career. I still remember my father's words when I got home, because it benefited me for life.

Later, I became a rural teacher. No matter how difficult I encountered in my work and life, I always tried my best to overcome it by myself. My father taught me "Everything is Dont Ask For Help". I put a mirror before and after, and I cut my own hair. I can cut my own hair, and there are not many things that really ask for help. But I tried to do it. I cut my own hair and had to get a haircut. I said to my father, I want to stay apart. What should I do? Father smiled and shook his head, which was of course unreasonable. Is that still called "Everything Dont Ask For Help"? Father didn't speak again. He smiled and pointed to his head, which meant to make me think. Later, I finally realized that in real life, some things must be turned to others, or they can only be completed by cooperation. I know my father wants me to do what I can, and don't rely on others.

My father is 76 years old, and his children and grandchildren are full. I fell in an accident seven years ago, and my left leg was lame. I couldn't see my eyes last year. Today I can only move with the help of a crutch, which is both his leg and his eyes. But my father's life can still take care of himself and live happily. He compared himself to an old machine, which has passed its retirement period, can still run and enjoy family happiness, which is enough.

Money and materials are valuable and limited. What my father gave me all my life is much more precious than tickets, houses and cars. My father taught me how to stand on my own feet, which is priceless and infinite. Because of my father, my life today is happy.

I wish my father a long and healthy life and a happy life with his children and grandchildren! Essays on Father 3

Under the jurisdiction of Weifen Town in Xing County, there is a village called Dongpo Village. The village has a population of 5 households, which is still a relatively large village in scale. The county seat is located in the northwest section of the Lvliang Mountains, and the Loess Plateau passes slowly from here. This has brought endless hardships to the working people living in this yellow land. Even the problem of food and clothing depends on whether God is happy or not, otherwise it will suffer if the weather is not good, and life will be hopeless.

My ancestors moved here from other places, and when they came to my grandfather's generation, they completely left their native lair and settled here. Since then, I have been far away from my ancestors and become strangers.

My parents, my mother is a native of Xing County, and my father is from another town. To my grandfather's generation, my father's generation has gone through thousands of waters in Qian Shan and finally settled in Xingxian. At that time, the family was penniless, and there was nothing but a few mouths to eat idle food. My father and mother got to know each other because of my second grandfather. After he came to Xingxian and called the inheritance, my grandfather moved here with him. The second grandfather came to Xing County and left his home in Dongpo Village. By coincidence, he became the head of Dongpo Village. Since then, the second grandfather has been in charge of Dongpo Village.

Before I was born, Dongpo Village had already discovered a rich coal seam, which was very thick and could be excavated for decades. When he got the news, his second grandfather assembled ten rich people in Dongpo Village and formed ten shareholders to raise money. He opened the coal mine with great prosperity, followed by every household in the village who bought cars and pulled up coal. Dongpo Village suddenly became hot.

who would have thought that Dongpo village, which has been silent for many years, has undergone earth-shaking changes because of a coal mine? This is undoubtedly an unprecedented "reform" for the people living here. In addition to keeping the fields and farming for a living, villagers can also work in the mines, and work and agriculture kill two birds with one stone. As soon as the situation changed, the villagers' mouths were all happy, and their hearts were filled with joy, which really envied the villagers living in this black ditch. As soon as Dongpo Village became famous, the neighboring villages in the neighboring towns and townships were eager to climb a relative with Dongpo Village.

that's how my parents became a family. My father was lucky to move to Dongpo Village. At that time, no matter whether the man's family had money or not, as long as he heard that it belonged to Dongpo Village, he immediately cheered. In fact, at the beginning of my father's move, the family was really isolated. There is nothing but many brothers and sisters. I don't know how my mother got married. Perhaps, it is really as rumored.

Mother's home is also close to the county seat, and the transportation is convenient. My grandfather is a well-known figure in the village, and everyone in the whole Lijiata village knows it. It is such a disparity between the two families that parents finally walked together.

The second grandfather took over Dongpo Village, and his family began to prosper gradually, from being an outdoor surname to being a resident. Obviously, it is not easy. Grandfather and second grandfather are brothers, but their family backgrounds are very different. After the coal was discharged from Dongpo Coal Mine, the village became better and better.

when my father was twenty-two, my grandfather became a family for him. But there was no place to live. In desperation, my parents lived with my grandparents. It was not until my sister was born that my family moved out of the old and dark cave.

My father's self-reliance makes my mother feel more comfortable. My grandfather, after he made a home for my father, took care of nothing else. Father was forced to survive and did a lot of business. Repairing cars, selling popsicles and working for other people's fields are all labor. Finally, for the sake of my second grandfather, I managed to find a job in the coal mine. Father is very strong, because he earns less and can't bring more wealth, he resolutely chose to go down the well. This decision made my mother's heart ache terribly. Going down to the well earns a lot of money, but it is very dangerous. My mother wore out her mouth and said nothing to keep my father from going down the well, but my father would rather be stubborn as hell, coaxed her with good words and started a business like "traveling to hell"

under the dark mine, life and death are unknown. This kind of business is like "swimming in hell", and life seems to be sandwiched between rocks. As long as there is a little accident, then it will be a painful result. Knowing this danger, my mother got up on time every morning, cooked for my father, and sent him away. In the afternoon, when I get off work, my mother will always stand on the mountain ridge at the end of the hospital and look forward to my father's safe return. Imagine what a scary life this is! From the green grass in the spring to the snowy winter, day after day, year after year, the luxury of life seems to be to see my father's return, and the rest wants nothing more.

after my mother gave birth to me, the burden of life became even heavier: on the one hand, I had to farm, and on the other hand, I had to pull my sister and me. The burden on my father's shoulders has also increased the weight invisibly. Grandparents and grandmothers never ignored their parents' difficulties, but turned a blind eye. Father can understand this situation. After all, in addition to the father, there are several fathers' brothers who have to rush to get married. Mother's difficulties, father is to see in the eye, pain in the heart, although the mouth does not say, but the heart is very clear.

As the days passed, we also got up in daily growing. Day and night, like two blooming epiphyllum, are gone in a flash. My father is still working hard under the mine, while my mother is dragging my sister and me to live an ordinary life. After my father went to the mine, his living conditions obviously changed a lot, and his days got better day by day. Then my father rebuilt two caves on the "back slope cliff" with his hard-earned money. From then on, my father left his grandparents and lived in our own home. Then, my remaining uncles became families one after another. By this time, the grandfathers were really far away from the windy beach of the Yellow River, and they could no longer hear the rolling and passing water of the Yellow River ... There was an essay on my father, and I don't know when my father offended my second grandfather invisibly. In a rage, my father quit his job in the mine and went to work in agriculture. Mother is very worried, and it is impossible to support her family by relying on that acre of land. If nothing else, my sister and I have both gone to school, and my sister has just been born. The expenses at home can be said to be beyond our means! My father hesitated under the window of the cave, and there was a faint blood in two deep black eyes. Father raised his own slap and slapped his face hard. Father sighed deeply, like a man who lost his soul, he had no color at all. Mother slowly climbed up from the heatable adobe sleeping platform, staggered to the door, leaned against the door frame and said, "Ling, his father. We don't have to worry, we can find our business slowly, and it won't help to worry. " My father got up without saying a word, and stumbled towards the mountain ridge ...

In the evening, the summer rain washed away this barren land. On the high loess mountains, drizzle silently moistens the yellow land. Dongpo River has risen slightly, and it has overflowed the stones of pedestrians. When my father came home, he was all wet, the beads of rain on his clothes were still ticking, the cloth shoes on his feet were soaked, and a pair of pale scarlet socks were stained with a lot of mud. Mother was worried and scared and asked, "Where have you been? It's raining so hard. It's really worrying!" " My father was silent. He took off his wet clothes and put on a clean one. He sat next to his mother and said with a smile, "I found a business.