Fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, but it is different from maternal love, but it is everywhere.

When I was young, because of curiosity, my father was our doll; When we grow up, our father is our enemy because of rebellion; After marriage, my father became our abandoned child because he was busy. Father, father, what can I repay you?

My father is a migrant worker. When I was young, I didn't know there was such a thing as "migrant workers", so I said it was to build houses for others. When I was a child, I was a little afraid of my father, because as long as I made a mistake or didn't do my homework well, I would be beaten, so as long as my father gave me the order, I would be honest, and I was really afraid of my school teacher and my father at home! I remember one summer vacation, I went home happily with a pile of homework left by my teacher. At that time, my father was building a house for others and had no time to take care of me. I still remember the feeling of getting high and playing all day. At that time, I never thought about "money", but my father knew that he was carrying this family on his shoulders. It was terribly hot, so I found a cool place to play, but I never thought that my father had nowhere to hide when dealing with bricks and cement in the sun. I was really ignorant when I was a child. School will start soon. Dad asked me if I had finished my homework. I lied. Everyone knows how to say, "it's over". Hehe, that's my answer. The hardest day of my life came-March 1 day, I didn't do my homework at all, so I was named by the teacher and called my parents. Haha, needless to say, I know what the result is when I go home. I have the idea of not going home for the first time, but I can't help it. This family is very busy. Grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt are all here. Why? Because my mother knows my fate, but she is eager to love her son and place her hopes on her relatives. It's a pity that this beating has not escaped.

In a blink of an eye, I went to junior high school and my grades got worse every day. I also learned to fight, smoke, surf the Internet and have a girlfriend. Sleep in class every day. At first, the teacher took care of me, but later, no matter whether I went to school or not, no one took care of me or called my parents. Last semester passed in such a muddle. I won't go until the beginning of next semester. I really can't go on studying. I dropped out of school. Dad advised me: "study hard, it's not too late to regret, and you can change schools." I didn't agree. At that time, there was a feeling, or an illusion-my father was crying, and I didn't know whether it was true or not. When I was a child, I only thought that my father was a Transformers, and Altman would not cry. I stayed at home for a while, found a job as a white elephant and worked for a long time. After that, I changed a lot of jobs, and my father stopped talking about me because he knew I had grown up.

That day, when I got home, I saw fragments of glass windows, doors, televisions and pots and pans all over the floor. I still remember this scene vividly. I just stood there, afraid to come in. My grandmother came out and took me to his house. I cried and asked what happened. My grandmother didn't say, but I asked my mother. My grandmother said it was at my aunt's house, and I wanted to go to my mother's house. My grandmother is with me. I cried when I saw my mother's face was black and blue. I know my mother was beaten again. This time, I finally couldn't help shouting: "I hate you, I hate you!" " "He just looked at me and said nothing. I hate him. For the first time, why did he hit my mother again? I hate him enough to want to hit him, hate not to call him dad, and hate not to forgive him! Because of drinking, I hit people every time I get drunk, and every time I say I will never drink again, but I break my word every time. I also wanted my mother to divorce him, but my mother would forgive him every time, but I couldn't.

I finally decided to go out to work. Father objected, saying that I don't have to worry about it near my home. I agreed to nothing. That was the first time I quarreled with my father. Very fierce, maybe it is resentment in my heart, or it may be a rebellious heart. In the end, he couldn't stop me. I left alone and no one saw me off. I know I broke their hearts, but my heart was also very painful at that time. When I was sitting in the taxi to the station, I cried and suddenly turned around and saw my father's figure. At that time, my mood was very complicated and hard to say. I know my father misses me too. At first, I worked as a security guard in a shopping mall in Shenyang. Later, I changed my job and made many friends. I have cried, laughed, been happy and sad ... that year, I hardly contacted my family. During the Chinese New Year, my father called me and said, "Come back, it's the Chinese New Year." I told him not to drink on the pretext that I couldn't go back to this job, which was bad for my health. So I haven't been home for three years.

Three years later, I am ready to go home. I told my family and friends. The night before we left, our friends held a party and we stayed up late. The next day, my friend took me to the station. On the bus back to Huludao, Xinyu made a phone call by hand and asked me to call them and keep in touch. I only slept for a while along the way and I was in a particularly bad mood. I just feel very lonely. It didn't take long to get to Huludao station. To my surprise, the first person I saw when I left the station was my father. Rustic clothes look like construction sites. It is a pain to see my father's heart. In three years, my father turned black, with a few wrinkles on his forehead and a little white hair, which looked much older. Dad came to get my bag, and we went home by taxi. Dad kept talking all the way, and I was in a fog. At home, my mother went in and out of the kitchen alone. She is very happy. She kept looking up and down when she saw me coming back. She also said that I was fat, tall, caring and careful. I seem to be afraid of accidentally leaving again. It was not until I joked that "the pot smoked" that my mother remembered that she was cooking. Dad didn't go back to the construction site, made a phone call and said happily, "My son is back and won't go today." At the dinner table, my father wanted me to have a drink with him, but I was still worried about the past and had to smile reluctantly and refused my father's kindness. My grandparents came that day, and they asked me how it was outside, whether it was bitter or not. In fact, I really want to say, there are many times I want to come back, but the words are on my lips and I swallow them. I just responded as a joke. When I was sleeping at night, my mother asked me if I still hated him. I didn't answer, just smiled. I have asked myself more than once if I still hate him, but I am still there. Wandering for three years, the taste of this dream is only clear to myself, and it feels good to have a home for the first time.

When I grow up, I gradually understand that fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, asking for nothing in return. Father's love is like a mountain, unknown and invisible, only those who are attentive can understand it. I didn't understand this sentence before, and I didn't feel it until after one thing. Once I went to the hospital to visit a friend and saw a woman crying, crying so heartbreakingly. There is a man next to her. They stared anxiously at the emergency room. Through the glass door, I saw a little girl lying inside, with oxygen, and several doctors were busy nearby ... I think that girl should be their child. The man was in a hurry, but pretended to be calm, hugged her and comforted her. I looked at it a few times out of curiosity, and when I got to my friend, I couldn't help telling him about it. We met at the driving school. He is much older than me and is going to be a father. He said that in fact, the man was also fighting back tears. If he is as fragile as that woman, no one in this family can support him. He is not worried about his children, but he must pretend to be strong. After listening to his words, I seemed to see my father standing in front of me. Transformers in childhood memories, Altman, robots that can't cry, miraculously emerge in my mind. When I came home at night, I asked my mother, "How is Dad?" My mother somehow asked me what I was talking about. I wonder if my father looks like a man in my mother's eyes, but my mother smiled. She said, "Your father has been carrying it alone for so many years. He has to do this for you. I will get married when I grow up. He has to earn a building for you. Now our conditions are not good. We should make more money while we can still move, so that when you grow up, it won't be too painful ... "

Yes, for so many years, my father never gave up playing with those reinforced concrete jobs, and someone introduced him to light work, but he refused. Dad said that although these jobs are dirty, tired and not taken seriously, the money comes quickly. He wants his son to live a good life ... Think of those fathers who sometimes fall asleep when they get home and forget to eat tired meals. My heart hurts like a needle! Fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, but it is different from maternal love. It will not be said anytime and anywhere, nor will it be shown off as a stunner, but it is everywhere.

Only blame yourself for being young and ignorant. I hope it is not too late to understand.

I will always remember how warm my hands are on my shoulders when the wind blows and the rain blows; I will always remember how broad-minded I am in the face of contempt from outsiders and misunderstanding from my family, so that I can cry and fight. I will always remember how fragile the backbone that bears my growth is when it is no longer tall and straight after the wind and frost. Dad, you bought my worry-free and happiness with hard years. You have worked hard all your life and paid too much for your son. You never say you are tired. You are very silent. Dad, please forgive your son for being naughty, immature and reckless. Dad, my son sincerely says to you: I'm sorry! In the meantime, thank you!

In fact, I wanted to say a long time ago that I didn't hate you the moment I got into a taxi and saw your figure.

My father and mother are separated by a Weihe River. More than 60 years ago, a ship carried my mother from Dabaozi village on the south bank of the river to Jiahuibao village on the north bank of the river.

According to my father, there is another story about why my mother can marry her father. The reason is this. My mother's neighbor promised to marry her daughter to her father. When she got married, she heard that her father was bald and had no hair on his head, so she wanted to cancel the marriage. Later, my grandfather learned about it and was very angry. He said, how can a person be so dishonest? Later, his daughter married her father and later had me.

My mother had two daughters and two sons before she gave birth to me. She was in her forties when she was pregnant with me, and I was still a twin. In the late 1960s, under the conditions of social unrest, material shortage, food shortage and backward medical level, it is not difficult to imagine how my brother and I were born in this world.

We two brothers are doomed to have an eventful autumn. They are all one year old, but he died, and I dragged my body, which was born three and a half pounds, to survive tenaciously. Lucky? Life?

Whatever, I'm almost 50 now. I lived most of my life, got married, gave birth to a child, and the child grew up. After graduating from college in two years, I should move towards my future.

Unlike our generation, they can't choose their own way of life. At that time, I couldn't go to school, so I naturally went to work as a temporary worker to catch up with the first wave of urban village demolition in Xianyang. I was requisitioned by the factory and changed from a farmer to a worker. This is a great good thing for parents. So, our family moved out of the painting and lived in an apartment like a pigeon cage.

However, after working in the factory for ten years, I resigned and went home without hope. This blow is undoubtedly fatal to my parents. Yes, it's fatal. In less than two years, first my mother died of illness, and half a year later, my father left on a cold morning. I remember that when I learned the bad news of my mother's death, my father only said one sentence: "The sky in our family is falling, and I am going to die."

I can't say it's because I let the sky fall at home, but my resignation and marital discord made the sky fall slowly, without a corner of support, which is beyond doubt. I feel guilty about it.

Once upon a time, every morning, when our two brothers took turns to help our elderly father walk and exercise in Jiahui Shopping Mall, the villagers all cast approval and envy eyes.

Dad went home and sat at the door, and mom immediately brought back the fried dough sticks and tofu brain I had bought for dad. After settling her father's food and drink, she rushed over to feed steamed egg custard to her walking grandson. What a pleasant and warm picture this is, but it was fixed in my mind forever sixteen years ago.

For sixteen years, I have always wanted to do something for my parents, not just send some paper money in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I want to talk about them, although trivial and ordinary, but I can't raise my hand and write. I am not confident, I have no courage.

I know that it's not easy for them to bring up our children, especially me, who is a few years old and still cries after my mother suckles, making the neighbors laugh. When I was a child, I was often bullied. I wore my own thick black cotton-padded jacket and was laughed at by children in the city at school.

This kind of inferiority is beyond others' imagination and understanding. So I often shut myself up at home, chat with the virtual characters in Chinese and foreign masterpieces, say whatever I like, get angry whatever I like, and rise and fall with them in the story.

Although I have experienced some things, met some people and gained some experience over the years, I still lack confidence compared with them. I read books by myself, but practice writing at home. I dare not write, even if I do? People watch. Although it is clear, some people write so much.

However, with the growth of age, health is getting worse and worse, hospitals often go in and funeral homes often go out. I'm really afraid that if one day I leave, or encounter great changes like Sima Qian, I can still live silently, and there are no words for future generations to remember.

The most proud thing of my father's life is that on his wedding day, the police of the county government put a row of guns by the Weihe River as firecrackers to marry his mother, because my uncle is a red man in front of Xianyang County.

Whenever my father drives away, my grandmother always leans against the door every day, expecting her son's return. It was a hot and cold summer, and my father traveled all over Shaanxi Province with two railway tracks. Later, when I settled down, I opened a coach shop in Ximen, the county seat, and the business was booming. It's on fire. It's on fire.

However, the rotation of political parties was liberated in the blink of an eye, carts were paved by * * *, livestock were returned to production teams, and people joined advanced agricultural cooperatives. According to my father, he shut himself in the house for several days, without eating, drinking or talking. He couldn't figure out why the possessions he had worked so hard to save were gone. My grandmother saw this and kept at the door for fear that her father would take it hard and commit suicide.

Later, my father realized that he couldn't die because all the people in the family were counting on him. So, my father became the breeder of the production team.

I have lived in the feeding room with my father since I can remember, smelling the smell of urine, helping my father mow the animals and transport forage, and there is always endless work to do every day. Originally, it was my second brother's job with us, but he was always lazy, because he was afraid that his father would be angry, so I did the rest of the work alone. Who let me be the youngest and accompany my father every day?

What impressed me the most was the hot pit in the feeding room. Every winter, I lie naked on the mat and watch the members in a meeting, not knowing what to say. I fell asleep before I knew it, and I was woken up in the middle of the night to shout for heat.

Father doesn't have any special hobbies on weekdays, but listens to Shaanxi opera, smokes cigarettes and drinks soju. Every fifth day, my father has a friend from xiyang village who always comes to see my father. Father poured some wine from a small small wine cup, lit it with a match, and heated it with a small portable aluminum hip flask. After that, the two of them pushed a cup for a change and talked about the troubled times when we used to own a sports car together. Later, when the old man was old, he stopped smoking and drinking, so he listened to the opera all day to kill time.

My father's poor legs and feet may be the root cause of his early years in the wind and rain. His blood pressure is high and antihypertensive drugs have accompanied him for decades. Father may not like children very much, and he has never seen him hug them. Every time my father sits in front of his house after walking in the morning, his grandson, who is less than two years old, staggered up to him and called grandpa. He touched the child's little hand, shook it, smiled and said nothing. The little grandson walked away bored when he saw it. Father is such a person. He hid his love for his children and grandchildren in his heart, not in his words.

After his mother left, his father suddenly collapsed. Although his children come to talk to him from time to time, only his father knows that no one can stay with him instead of his mother. Fifty years of ups and downs, accompanied by shadows, who ever wanted to die, but I can't sleep alone every night. Finally, after 100 days and nights, my father ended his life on a cold winter morning.

Mother is the boss of their family, and there are two brothers and a sister under her. She may not have thought that her lifelong event was settled by her father's angry words and married a man who may have never heard of it. This man is my father.

When I was at school, my mother was almost fifty years old, my brothers and sisters were all grown up, and my sisters were all married. So my mother gave me all her love, and only I felt the deepest and most painful for this heavy love. Because only I know, it was my ignorance and selfishness that ended all this, and I haven't had time to repay her old man's house well.

I vaguely remember that in the cold winter, when I get up, my mother always takes my cotton-padded jacket and trousers to the fire to warm up, and then puts them on for me. Whenever I was sick, she seemed particularly helpless, so she squatted on my kang, made a bowl of cold water, put a pair of chopsticks in the water, burned a piece of paper money next to her, read a spell that only she could understand, and prayed that the chopsticks would not fall off. Mom used this ancient one? The sick prescription kept the youngest son safe, because she had already lost one and didn't want to lose another.

Under the care of my mother, I grew up day by day, and she grew old and frosted her temples. Mom is a very strong person and doesn't talk much. After marrying my family, she has to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the whole family, not only our sisters, but also the children of my uncle's family. Because my aunt died early because of illness, leaving a few people older than us unattended, I called my mother "second mother" from an early age. There are ups and downs, only the mother knows. Therefore, when my grandmother died at the age of 87, my mother was so sad that she cried her eyes out, as if she had cried all the grievances she had endured for many years at once, and all the listeners were amazed.

Since I moved the building, I don't have to make a fire to cook. Every morning when I was still sleeping, I heard my mother cooking on the balcony, and the smoke made her cough. At this time, my nose is sour and my eyes are red. When I was a child, my mother cooked and I pulled the bellows to light the fire. I squatted on the bellows with a small radio, telling stories or pop songs, or reading and pulling comic books in my hand. Life at that time was beautiful, carefree and enjoyable.

Yes, people will grow up, get married, have children and have children. However, our parents have no education, don't know a few words, and won't say anything. However, they gave us an education in life and taught us how to be a man and how to do things with actions. And we are always so ignorant, always thinking that they are healthy, can walk sideways, have no disease or disaster, and everyone knows that disease and death are coming to them step by step.

My mother got coronary heart disease and made a mistake. Every time I buy her medicine, she always says it's too expensive to eat. That spring, I just took an old photo of my mother, ten inches. The old man is very happy. As a result, in summer, because my mother bought herself a beautiful short sleeve, she wore it happily and sat at the door to enjoy the cool. As a result, she caught a cold and did not get better after intravenous drip for several days. When he was admitted to the hospital, the old man kept chanting when he could leave the hospital, saying that his father was left alone at home.

However, her old man never came back. Finally, after eating a bowl of instant noodles in the hospital, she left this world and her relatives with endless regrets.

It was1June 6, 999, and it would be her seventieth birthday in 20 days, but she didn't wait. Half a year later, my father left to accompany my mother. In this world, only a grave full of winter jasmine flowers and a low tombstone are left for future generations to mourn and pay homage to. The mother's name on the tombstone is Dong Yulan.

The old man left so suddenly that he didn't wait for me to understand what filial piety is. In the first few days, I couldn't accept this fact. I always feel that my mother is out of town, visiting relatives and will come back in a few days. There are so many people waiting for her at home. But one day, two days, ten days, eight days, with the passage of time, seven days, three days, seven days, one hundred days, the anniversary, finally understand that mom will never come back.

When we miss our loved ones and watch others get together in festivals, we are like rootless grass. When you meet friends, tell them that parents are the treasures of the family, and just stay with them without regrets. The old saying is right: the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it and not wait for it. However, how many children can feel lost when their parents are around? What else can I say? It hurts! Heartache!

Life is given by parents. The reason why I am not such a bad person is that my parents made me. Up to now, my son has been admitted to a famous university because of his parents' accumulation. But what can I give my parents? Now we should turn this deep homesickness into words, read them as a memorial, and show them when we go to the grave on Qingming Festival.

You were worried about every child when you were here, and now your children and grandchildren miss you, too! Especially in this winter, when my father's sixteenth anniversary comes, my sons are here to tell you the truth.

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be your son, and I will repay your kindness in raising me.