Five short articles about remembering my late father.

For us, my father's strong body has lost a lot of weight. He cares very much and gives up many beautiful things. Don't wait to lose it to cherish it. Go home and spend more time with your parents. The following is a short article I compiled for you about remembering my late father. I hope it works for you!

Essay on Remembering My Late Father 1: Remembering My Late Father.

The twelfth day of the first month is the anniversary of my father's death. It has been two years since my father left us. Dad's Memorial Day, I can't go home to visit his grave in Sichuan, burn several stacks of paper money for him in front of his grave and cry for him. I have other sadness in my heart, and I haven't slept for several nights. So I use this network to write my memory of my father and tell my father under the grave!

I will use these ten words to summarize my father's life; & ampldquo is ordinary and great, hardworking and simple. & amprdquo's father grew up during the war, and his grandfather died when he was a child. Grandma leads a hungry and cold life with several underage children. Dad became the pillar of the family when he was a teenager. Suffering from human sufferings also cultivated his perseverance.

As long as I can remember, my father has been supporting a family of ten by himself and living a hard life. In the era of earning work points, my father never wanted to delay a job. He works in the team all day, and he can't even earn food all year round. Only by raising two pigs and a few rabbits can we maintain family expenses.

Dad is very diligent. He once remembered the winter of 72. It's freezing, the snow is very heavy and white, and the road is covered with thick ice. The work in the team is drawing to a close, but there is no money to pay dividends to the players, so we have to send a car to the city to pull our feet. It's freezing, and no one wants to go. But dad for this family, for the business trip fee of 80 cents a day. I resolutely left home. In that cold winter, mom and we looked forward to dad coming home early every day. But he stayed out all winter and didn't come back until the 27th of New Year's Day.

In that poor era, it was difficult not only to live on food, but also to burn firewood. For this family, my father sold all the firewood he could get from the team in a year and supported his family by collecting firewood. From ridging in spring to plowing in summer, my father used the rest time in the field to pick up the plowed stubble in the newly plowed ridge hook. Sometimes when you are too tired, you pull the firewood on the sled, but after a long time, someone tells the captain. The captain is a heartless man, who scolded his father in front of the team members. From that day on, my father had to carry the firewood he picked up every day on his shoulders.

No matter how hard life was, dad gritted his teeth and persisted. 1977, my brother and I both went home to work in line, and our family life really changed. Dad devoted himself to raising rabbits and became a well-known rabbit expert. And attracted an interview with the commune radio station, but also on the honor list of rich leaders.

1979, my father finally quit the collective and became a professional sheep farmer. One day, the wind came and the rain came. In the cold winter, my father stood in the open field and looked at his sheep. Dad's hard work has brought wealth to the family. In the past eight years, the family's savings have exceeded 10,000 yuan, and it has truly become a well-off household known far and wide. Dad's life of herding sheep lasted for more than ten years, and he was rich and tired. Dad's life is too hard to express in words.

Dad's arm is bent, his leg is bent, and he has a heart attack. It is difficult for him to accept the torture of illness and lose confidence in life. He once had the idea of suicide. With mother's careful care and children's care, dad's condition has improved. 1996, my sister's child was admitted to the university, which was a great news, and my father's spirit was completely uplifted. Since then, 13 children born to our seven brothers and sisters have been admitted to universities every year. My father was proud of this and told others everywhere to find hope for life again.

I remember my son went to see my father when he was seriously ill. He took his son by the hand and asked with concern: ldquo Xiaoyu, can you go to college? & amprdquo's son replied categorically &; A smile appeared on ldquo's face. Whenever I recall my father, every past event will never be forgotten by me.

A short essay about remembering my late father 2: Tomb-Sweeping Day&; Mdash remembers my father.

Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I think of Du Mu's poem: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

I don't know how many years Tomb-Sweeping Day hasn't been at home. I always feel unspeakable guilt about my dead relatives. It seems that I can't go home to visit my father's grave again this year. Only the infinite sadness in my heart is pinned on this article. My father has been away from us for a long time, but I always think of my father occasionally. He is over forty years old, so he can't cry in his mother's arms as he did when he was a child, let alone in front of his wife and children. He really wants to find a place to cry casually, but he can't, or busy, or for no reason &; hellip& amphellip

My father and I have the same job nature. We are engaged in power construction and seldom go home once a year. I remember when I was young, my brothers and sisters seldom played with my father. Every time I miss my father, we will run to ask my mother: When will my father come back? Mother always smiles and says to us:&; Ldquo soon, children, dad will bring you a lot of delicious food when he comes back. & amprdquo At that time, we were always waiting for Dad's return hopefully, waiting for Dad's hug and kiss, and waiting for delicious food.

Year after year, time flies by like this, and the time spent with my father is still so little. When I saw my father's hard figure and wrinkled face, I knew that my father had experienced a lot, but I still didn't feel the hardships of life at that time. Many years later, I also went to work. My father told me to work hard and cherish this hard-won job. Finally, my father retired gloriously, and I took over his career and continued to struggle outside! From home to abroad, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, I have been wandering like this. These years of infrastructure life, let me gradually understand the hardships of my father's work and the pressure of life. I really want to take time to chat or play with my father, but I have never had time. There are too many engineering projects. If you do it for one year, you will do it for one year, and a few years will pass in a flash. When I got married and the baby was born, my father died of a cerebral hemorrhage and left us forever. Up to now, I haven't spent such a happy day with my father. From then on, whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day was resting at home, I would go to his father's grave to see him, stay by his side, think about those happy times when our father and son were together, and talk from my heart.

That's what people do. I don't know how to cherish when I am alive. I don't know that my father's hard work has brought me too many happy lives. I don't know that my father lost a lot of weight for my naughty, and gave up many good things. I don't understand! Now people are middle-aged and their children are older, which also worries me. Finally, I understand my father's feelings. Although I can't go home to see you in Tomb-Sweeping Day this time, I still silently wish my father happiness in that world from the bottom of my heart! I also hope that my father will bless our family with happiness and well-being in the spirit of heaven! All the best!

Father! I love you deeply!

Essay 3 on Remembering My Late Father: Remembering My Late Father

My father left, and in the summer of filariasis many years ago, in our heartbreak, I went to that little-known world forever, leaving me with infinite pain and endless sadness &; hellip& amphellip

The moment my father left is the only place I have ever experienced where you will go. That moment is unforgettable! That moment made me understand the pain of losing my loved ones for the first time in my life!

& ampldquo; It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival &; Rdquo is another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I stand in front of my father's grave, and tears and rain blur my eyes &; The Qingming flowers swaying in the hellip& amphellip wind remind me of my father's infinite thoughts!

According to my mother, my father spent his childhood in the biting wind and rain: my father was the second child in the family and was born in the west gate of Chengguan Town. Because of his poor family, he had to herd sheep at the age of six, and his thin body was almost buried in the wolf's stomach because of the wild animals in the mountains. The helpless grandfather sighed and adopted his father to Tang Yecun's grandfather. Fortunately, his grandfather in Tangye Village never gave birth to a child in his life. He took his father as his own and raised him for his school. Once upon a time, I was bitten by a wild dog on my way to school and cried all the way home. This scar is also the mark of my father's unremitting efforts.

After ups and downs, the boy's father finally lived up to expectations and was admitted to the famous Huanggang Secondary Normal School at that time with 1952. Two years later, he was assigned to teach in the mountainous area of Luotian County, when his father was 22 years old. The wandering life will accompany my father's life from this moment on. 16 years, he traveled to every corner of Luotian Mountain and dedicated the best years of his life to the education of Dashan and Luotian!

& ampldquo& amprdquo During this period, my father was somewhat implicated. 1970, he returned to his long-lost hometown. I was born that year and my father was 38 years old! According to his mother, his face was not excited at all because he had a child in middle age.

When I get home, everything will start from scratch. Father was assigned to Damiaoshan School to strengthen &; Ldquo learning &; Rdquo accepts & educates rdquo and gives him the heaviest teaching task. There is no complaint, only strength. 1972, 1973 During the Spring Festival, although my father was close to us, he could not go home for the Spring Festival. The school gave him the task of nursing the school during the winter vacation. Loneliness has become a terrible meal for dad on New Year's Eve! Every time I think about it, I cry all over the floor! Many years later, I laughed at my father: Dad, you have a constant complex with Dashan in your life!

As far as I can remember, my father was serious. He is unsmiling, but he loves me very much. I remember my father came home once a week. On Saturday afternoon, I sat quietly on the grass beside the road, waiting for my father to come home. Because he has children's expectations, when I see the familiar figure appearing at the other end of the road, I will greet him from a distance and hold those thin and powerful hands. When a few sweets and biscuits with body temperature fall into my small pocket, it will be laughter all the way. When I grew up, I really understood that it was not just a few ordinary sweets and biscuits, but my father's heavy fatherly love!

My father taught me very strictly, especially how to be a man. One sentence he said impressed me deeply: be honest, don't have evil thoughts, and don't have too many friends, but intimate friends are indispensable. Being kind to relatives, friends and everyone around you is actually being kind to yourself. It is this sentence that benefits me for life!

My father retired at the age of 50, and I inherited his mantle. How much he told me, and how much he expected!

At home, he lives a comfortable and full life: hard work in one acre and three points, joy of harvest after autumn, leisure fishing and drinking before meals &; hellip& amphellip

When my father was 60 years old, I married my wife and fulfilled his long-cherished wish. From that year on, he talked more, got more oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, looked more in front of the stove, got more birthday red envelopes and more lucky money &; Hellip& amphellip but he never tires of it, never tires of it! The following year, my son Zi Han was born, and I saw the brightest and most comfortable smile in my father's life & hellip& amphellip.

God is so unfair! The 67-year-old father has stomach cancer! The bad news came as a bolt from the blue, and neither my wife nor I could accept this reality. For the next two years, my father struggled and struggled tenaciously &; hellip& amphellip

Diseases are always merciless. When my father died, he called my wife and me to bed:&; Ldquo Sheila and Xia Mei, Dad can't be with you anymore. Live hard and cherish happy days. Don't quarrel over trifles, and everything will be happy at home! Dad left you nothing, maybe this is the only sentence &; Hellip & hellip& amphellip& amprdquo's father's eyes are full of tears, with infinite expectation and nostalgia! Father just left. Although he didn't leave us rich material wealth, he gave us inexhaustible spiritual wealth throughout our lives. Many years later, when I think of my father, I feel that I owe my father too much, and I always have too much self-blame. & ampldquo The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it, but not stay &; rdquo！

After years of cold wind and rain, my father's grave still faces the river with his back to the castle peak. The lush weeds have made our thoughts grow too much. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will return to our father's side, repair the increasingly dry earth grave, and recall every section of the road my father walked and every warmth he gave us.

Essay 4 in memory of the late father: Father's condolences

Dear father, you have quietly gone to another world, and the sadness of the wind tree and the call of thousands of voices can't bring back your life. How many sleepless nights, tears streaming down your face, you are still so kind. You always pretend to be in our dreams, in the blue Zhongshan. We don't believe that you have left us. How can I forget that my heart stopped beating at 5: 47 pm on March 28th of the 20th lunar month? My brother and sister only shed a thousand tears. I think of my father with tears in my heart, and my voice is broken.

Father, your ordinary life is written with kindness and simplicity. Although there are not many words, they are full of wisdom everywhere. You, a farmer who plows fields and gardens, have propped up a home and a world with your good farm work. Under the care of you and your mother, our brother and sister grew up and got married. The biggest position in your life is the warehouse keeper of the production team. Because of your selflessness and honesty, you got this position, which is the trust of everyone. At this moment, your great-granddaughter is two years old. Father, you can also smile in the grave. Just travel with peace of mind and live a good life in that Xanadu. Don't be reluctant to eat or wear any more. Your children and grandchildren will grow up healthily, live safely and be upright under your protection.

Father, you love the land under your feet, and you have been working hard all your life until the end of your life. You are still feeding chickens and ducks, and you can't bear to eat them. You always give your children the best food. Shame on you, we didn't give you much in return. In 90 days when you were ill, you took care of yourself with the help of your mother for 72 days. Only in the last 18 days, we stayed by your bed and made our children's modest contribution. We are ashamed of your father. Father, before you left, you repeatedly told us to handle the funeral with diligence. When the lamp of life is about to burn out, you are still thinking about this family and your children.

Father, we will always remember your kindness to our brother and sister for life. You never beat and scold us. You respect our choice and support our cause. I remember you often go fishing and touch snails in the river, let Xiaohai catch the tide and find us delicious food. You are ingenious, mending tiles and reeds, building bricks and walls, and you are proficient in everything. You often help your neighbors. For 74 years, you have never quarreled with anyone. Kindness and integrity are models. During your old man's illness, relevant leaders, relatives and friends, and old friends from the neighborhood all came to visit you and chanted about your goodness. Father, how extraordinary your ordinary life is. We should carry on your legacy, carry forward your virtues, be an upright person and be a kind person.

& ampldquo The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it, but not stay &; rdquo。 Father, after you left, we have read this sentence countless times in our hearts, so that our tears will flow forever and our thoughts will stay forever. Now, no matter how we call our father, we can't respond. Ldquo children want to raise but never give up&; Rdquo, heartbroken, heart ached!

Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing, and crows have the feeling of feeding back. What's more, people's children are unfilial and can't stay at the bedside day and night. The filial piety left behind is empty and ashamed of their father's kindness! Now that the dream is ethereal and the paper is swaying, why does the father regret it! It hurts! I can't be with you day and night. At this time, the child choked up, tears welled up and he lost his voice several times. I really want to say that dad is safe.

Father's kindness is as high as a mountain, unattainable; Father's kindness is as deep as the sea and unfathomable. How can I repay my father's kindness when a cavity of sadness can be worth a few lines of tears? It is difficult to see the father's voice now, and it is not all filial piety to the children. If you want to miss him, you can only close your eyes and miss him, and there will be a long pain in your heart!

The paper is short and sentimental, and the pen is clumsy and far-reaching. I can't think enough of my father's kindness, and thousands of tears can't repay my father's kindness. My chest is unbearable, my thoughts are hard to get rid of, and I have a few words. I have the right to vent my homesickness and condemn the repression of my thoughts.

Alas, kind father,

Alas, painful heart!

Xia Feng was very excited and sobbed her child's endless sadness.

Clouds are silent, taking away our eternal concern.

Dear father, you are so tired that you need a rest. Rest in peace, father! We believe that what has passed away is only your weak body, and what will be sublimated will be your eternal soul. Let your soul shine on your descendants forever like the morning sun in spring, and bless our big family to thrive from generation to generation, with everyone healthy, safe and harmonious everywhere.

Dear father, bon voyage, rest in peace!

A short essay about remembering my late father 5: Remembering my late father

Mom asked me to help her tidy up and throw away the old clothes, so I went through the old clothes. It's really time to pack up. I still have all my childhood clothes! Throw those old clothes into the garbage bag one by one. When I was about to throw away an old vest, my mother said aside, is this still your father's?

Father, it has been seven years since he left us, and these two words are getting farther and farther in my heart. If it weren't for this old vest, I don't know how long my father's memory would be dusty. Perhaps I am really unfilial, and my father's kindness before his death was forgotten in my heart. Now it brings me back to my old memories and deeply hurts my heart. I think, let it hurt, the more it hurts, the better.

When I think of it, many memories follow, and I don't know which one to remember. In tears, I seem to see my father wearing that old vest, rubbing his hands with cold, holding & hellip& amphellip

My father is in a small business. He goes to the market to set up a stall. He sells iron drums, kettles, spoons, etc. And help people change the bottom of aluminum pots and pans. We burn firewood there, so usually the aluminum pot in aluminum pot is covered with ashes. Clean people also know to let their father repair it, and unclean ones will be taken directly to their father. Every afternoon when I finish my work, my father's hands are full, even his nose is gray.

That day, because my mother was busy, I couldn't help but go to the market. I happened to be at home during the winter vacation, so I set up a stall with my father. I was in charge of selling those iron products, while my father sat there repairing them. It was very cold that day, and because the Chinese New Year was coming, the pots and pans were very broken. I was angry and blamed my father. Won't ldquo answer less? It's so cold & amprdquo So he took off his cotton-padded jacket, which contained only a sweater and a vest. Father's vest zipper was broken, and mother didn't have time to sew it, so she pulled a rope around her waist and tied it. Father didn't finish his work until it was getting dark. He washed his hands in cold water in a hurry and was busy packing. After cleaning up, I climbed on his tricycle and said to him,&; Dad, I want to eat ham sausage. & amprdquo He said to wait, and then he hurried to the store. When he came out, because of the cold, he put the ham sausage on his arm, kept rubbing his hands and took a breath from time to time. The vest was puffed up by the cold wind. He didn't put on his coat until he handed me the sausage.

Driving his uncovered tricycle, I followed my father all the way. Ldquo bounce &; Rdquo, go home. My father has been numb with cold because he has been driving all the way again. Mother said aside,&; Ldquo, don't wear thick clothes. Look at your hands. How many incisions are there? & amprdquo's father said with a smile,&; Ldquo, I'm afraid wearing too thick will delay my work. Isn't my daughter cold at the party? & amprdquo I didn't care what my mother said, so I ate ham sausage with my brother. Of course, I'm not cold. I wore the down jacket I just bought and blamed my father at the party just to get home early.

Many years have passed, and I just went to college for a month when my father had an accident. That day was just near the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 12, and now he has left us for seven Mid-Autumn Festival. His tricycle is still there, but we all have new cars, and no one drives it anymore. On many happy days, we all forgot the thin father with black hands and nose. His old vest seems so old that it can be broken with a snap of his fingers. Time cruelly erased everything and left us no trace. When I saw it, I deeply regretted it and fell in love with memories.