Three articles in memory of my father

Dad left, really left, without leaving any message! There was no one around, and my heart suddenly died on the side of the road. On March 3, 20091day, the time stopped at this time. I will never believe that my father left us in a hurry on this day. At noon, my sister called me and said that my father had an accident and was taken away by the emergency center. I was very calm. I don't think that must be my father. Although it was judged by the hospital many years ago that life would not last long, my father's vitality is very tenacious. He experienced this disaster. He has celebrated his 80th birthday this year. He said: I want to live well when I am old and catch up with the prosperous times. My father always faces life with an optimistic smile, thanking the society and the party for giving him a happy old age.

In the early spring of this year, my father went to the hospital for health care. Every day after blood transfusion, he goes for a walk and basks in the sun nearby. It turned out that he and his father discussed that spring had come, flowers were blooming and the grass was green. After leaving the hospital, the family went for an outing in the suburbs to express their feelings. I didn't expect my father to leave so soon. In the emergency center, the doctors rescued my father who had stopped beating for more than two hours, and finally said to us: Deal with the aftermath! Watching the staff change my father's clothes was carefully prepared by my sister and me several years ago. It's decent and stretched. We wiped our father's face in turn, and tears brushed his cold face with trembling hands. At this time, we called my father one after another. Why don't you open your eyes and see all the children around you? I don't believe that a cheerful and enthusiastic father can become so indifferent. I don't believe that a father who loves to talk and laugh doesn't say a word at the moment. I don't believe that a father who loves to go out for a walk can never sleep. We cried, knelt beside our father and looked at our loved ones who gave us life. Qian Qian has a million regrets and pains in his heart: I thought we were filial and did a lot for the elderly, but I blame myself? Why didn't you go with your father that day and let him die alone? Why was I so careless that I didn't bring my contact number to him? Why are many things not thought of in advance? Why do you have to wait until dad leaves to know that I owe dad too much! ! !

Leave the emergency center and look back at my father. In this cold morgue, only my father is left at the moment. I know my wife loves his lively father, so he must be unhappy when he is lonely. But we should pull ourselves together and take care of dad. He is very popular, has many friends and likes to be decent. We should take care of things and reassure dad. My brother and sister went home to decorate the mourning hall. The first feeling after entering the door is that my father will never return to this warm home again. Who would have thought that my father's departure would be a farewell? Dad's portrait has been remake, and I dare not take a look, because it is just tears and heartbreaking pain. Before his death, his father asked for a simple funeral, wearing a black veil and not crying, and the ashes were sent back to his hometown where he was raised. There were many mourners on the day of the memorial service. Father is an old revolutionary, and old friends, colleagues and neighbors all came to see him off. The leader of the unit personally delivered a eulogy for his father: Comrade Fu Shukai, a retired cadre in Shinan District, participated in the revolution during War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's period, loved the cause of the party all his life and was infinitely loyal to the party. During the War of Liberation, he was responsible for the supply of grain and grass for the frontline field troops, and made great contributions to the battle of Ping Jin. After liberation, I am meticulous in my work, I love my work, I work hard, and I am willing to be a public servant. My father is kind and honest to people, selfless, diligent and simple to himself, and worthy of the party and the people all his life. After the memorial service, funeral music sounded and we entered the mourning hall. My father is lying in the flower bed. 80 roses bought by his two daughters covered his whole body. The old man is calm and serene. My friend hugged me and said, don't cry. This is the last time you saw his father. You must look carefully. . . . . Facing the father's body, we shouted with thousands of voices. How much do we have to tell my father?

Father! Do you know that?/You know what? These days, your child is suffering from the grief of missing!

Father! Is heaven warm? Is everything okay with you? If you have any requirements, just give us a dream and we will realize it for you!

Father! Although you live in a different world from us today, you can still see your amiable smile and listen to your inculcation in the sea of children's memories.

Father! You have a rough life, but you are upright and upright. You educate your children to be honest, fair and upright.

Father! Children know that the death of the elderly is a natural law, but we can't face life and death with you. Your departure makes us feel that life is so short, and it also makes us know how to cherish everything we have now and cherish the good times.

Father! If time and space can be reversed, we will definitely spend more time with you so that you are not lonely.

Father! We kneel beside you, and you will never hear our sorrow and crying again. We will definitely burn more paper money for you. Don't be as hard and thrifty as before. You should learn to enjoy life and live a comfortable life.

Father! You can't read my article any more, and you can't tell me your war years. Today, I wrote this commemorative article with tears in my eyes. I want you to feel your children's unparalleled respect, deep thoughts and eternal love in heaven. . . . . .

Mourning for Father Part II

Mourning party, farewell to his old man's house, here, our whole family would like to express our heartfelt thanks to you!

During his father's illness and many hospitalizations, he was cared and cared for by leaders, relatives and friends of * * District Forestry Bureau, * * District Bureau of Retired Veteran Cadres and the Second People's Hospital of the city. During the mourning period, everyone gave us selfless help and support like family members. Here, I express my deep gratitude!

My father died at 4: 30 p.m. on June, 5438+02 due to illness. No matter how our sisters begged and stayed, my father left us and died. Suddenly, heaven and man are separated forever, and our hearts are as painful as Wan Jian's.

My father's life is an active life. Although he lost his father at the age of two and was poor since childhood, he grew into an excellent revolutionary cadre by his own efforts. He successively served as the director of the office of the Forestry Bureau of * * District, the chief of the financial planning department, the stationmaster of the forestry station, the main leaders of the county and township governments of * *, the chairman of the trade union of the bureau and the secretary of the discipline inspection commission. Father is strict with himself, tolerant of others, caring for subordinates and the masses. During his tenure, he traveled all over the villages and townships under his jurisdiction and traveled all over the mountains and rivers, solving countless difficulties for the masses. My younger brother, Li Xianjun, was a child who was saved from death during his work in villages and towns in the 1980s.

My father has been diligent and conscientious all his life. We have many sisters, and my brother is mentally retarded due to illness. Although the burden is heavy, my father never makes us feel burdened. Although I was busy at work and went to the countryside, I never forgot to tell my mother to make the most beautiful flowered clothes for us before the New Year came. I will bring back our favorite train package when I am on a business trip, watch the Spring Festival Gala with us, set off firecrackers, and do tricks to tease my sister when she is sad about her newly cut short hair. He taught us to read and write, and also taught us to be human beings, encouraging us to be positive and strive to achieve our own life and career.

Father is strict, he never allows us to be complacent about our achievements; My father is also very kind. When we encounter setbacks, my father will turn into an angel to comfort us, gather us around, cheer us up and heal us.

It seemed like yesterday, but my father left us forever. No matter how you call it, you will never get a response from your father. Father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like the sea, and thousands of tears can't repay his father's kindness in raising. Only by fulfilling his unfinished wish can he comfort his soul in heaven. Please rest assured that dad will take good care of mom and settle down his brother. We will turn grief into strength, work hard and live happily! Be your child in the afterlife! Father, please go! Father, rest in peace!

Mourning for Father Part III

In the dead of night, I sat alone in my room and looked at the stars in the sky, but my thoughts and memories drifted into the past. Whenever I think of my father, the guilt, sadness and pain that have been hidden for many years are beyond others' understanding. I miss my father, his words and deeds, his stubbornness and seriousness. I think our father and daughter seldom talked before he left. This has become a pain in my heart forever. It is true that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it.

In this long years and historical rings, our lives are only fleeting. Those who should come will always come, and those who should leave will always leave us, just as my father once told me. Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't be at a loss ? Whenever I encounter difficulties in my life, I will think of what my father taught me. He let me know:

Life is a trek, a trip;

It is waiting, it is meeting;

This is an adventure and treasure hunt;

Tears and songs.

My father is an excellent revolutionary soldier. He is fair, kind, sincere and not greedy. In my memory, my father is a gentleman with his head held high. His broad mind sheltered my sister and me from the wind and rain. His stern eyes always protect our growth. In my young mind, my father is a towering tree. Whether it is raining cats and dogs or thunder and lightning, my sister and I feel very safe and warm as long as we are by my father's side.

Of course, in my childhood memory, my father was always strict. At that time, he worked in Jiuquan Launch Center. He is usually very busy and hasn't come home many times. My mother has always loved me and never talked about me. After a long time, I became a naughty child. In fact, who was not naughty when he was a child? As a result, every time I get into trouble, my father will give me a good lesson. He is busy with time, so naturally he has no time to lecture me. Usually he just takes me home like a chicken, and then he makes my little ass red. Whenever this time, I will cry my eyes out. When my father relents, he will let me go. Haha, it's just that children always remember to eat but not to fight. After this fight, they will make the same mistake next time.

In my impression, my father also likes reading, which is quite a bit of a scholar, and the scope of reading is still very wide. There is nothing he can't help reading about a hundred schools of thought and a subset of classics and history. Military philosophy and theoretical research are his favorites. Whenever he reads a book, he likes to tell my mother and me that we should be his loyal audience and make a long speech every time. At that time, my father seemed to want me to learn something. Once at home, he brought me a book, Selected Poems of Chen Yi, and told me to copy one or two articles every day, just as practicing calligraphy. I still remember a few lines in the poem:

? If you don't reach out, you will be caught. ? Will the party and the people supervise? . Later, I understood my father's good intentions. He is using the opportunity of teaching me poetry to teach me how to be a man and be an upright person like him. Later, he was transferred to the city procuratorate as a leader, and he was busy with his work. He did not forget to read a few pages every day. At that time, he always said: Chairman Mao teaches us to read every day, so you should study hard, right? .

In my childhood memory, my father was a busy man. Every day, there seems to be endless work waiting for him. He came and went in a hurry. I asked my mother. Why does dad always leave in such a hurry? . Mom told me: Your father, he is a hothead, which is something at work. He won't be at ease until he goes to see it. This old man? . Then, there will be a smile on mom's face, where the bread contains admiration, pride and pride. It seems to say that our family has a good mouth. Dad is famous for his hard work. Every time he does important work in the unit, he should study it carefully with his roommates in the unit and think twice before acting. This is his pet phrase. In order to prevent mistakes in his work, he usually studies every problem repeatedly until he finds a solution. Every time I encounter difficulties at work, others look sad and depressed, except my father. He was a little excited. If you pay close attention, you will find that there seems to be a smile flashing around his mouth. Then, dad will slowly take off his coat, roll up his sleeves, gulp down a large glass of water, then rub hands and plunge into difficulties to find a solution to the problem. I remember my father once told me that dealing with difficulties in work is like using weapons against the enemy. You are a revolutionary soldier. You must show courage to face difficulties. If you don't beat them, they will beat you. A revolutionary's heart is not afraid of any difficulties. Another time, an uncle came to the house and asked his father to do something. Another man is engaged in the construction industry and hopes his father will help him. Uncle also brought two bottles of malt extract, saying it was for children to drink. You know, malt extract was a good thing at that time. I just remember staring at the bottle and drooling inadvertently. But? Dad is dad, and his stubborn temper seems to tell me: I will never leave those two bottles of malt extract again, okay? . I looked at my father, and there was an elusive look in my resolute eyes. I said simply, Lao Zhang, I am really glad that you can come to see me at home today. It's just a matter of work, which is decided by the organization. I personally can't say anything. As you know, construction projects are very important. As the relevant person in charge, I will not bear the heavy responsibility entrusted to me by the party and the people. Why don't you take this back? . Finally, uncle took the things and left. I stood at the door, looked at the two bottles of malt extract with nostalgic eyes and said goodbye to them. Goodbye, my malt extract, I can't eat you. It's my father's fault. Someone else gave it to me. Why did he refuse? I felt the same way when I was young, and the small feeling of injustice made me uncomfortable for several days. Many years later, I was assigned to work in the anti-corruption bureau. In my long working life, I understand my father's behavior in those years. At the same time, I was influenced by his words and deeds. My father is my role model. Whenever I encounter difficulties in my work, I firmly tell myself in my heart that, like my father, you are his daughter, and his blood is flowing in your body. You also inherited his excellent qualities. Do not give it to my father.

The night deepened and the wind became colder. The cold wind in the middle of the night dragged me back from my past memories, but the yearning for my father brought me back.

Time flies. I have grown up in a blink of an eye. At the same time, adolescent rebellion is also obvious to me. At the same time, my father scolded me more and more. Although I dare not do anything to my powerful father, I know I don't want to hear him scold me again. My conversation with my father is getting less and less. On normal days, we occasionally have time to talk, but we can't get together and finally break up in discord.

Soon, I will go to high school (the schools here can change by themselves). I choose to live on campus and just go home for two days every month. I don't need to hear my father scold me now. At first, I enjoyed this life. I'm free. I can do whatever I want. Every time my mother comes to see me at school, she tells me to take care of my health and not to catch a cold, but there is a saying about my father. Later, I couldn't help telling my mother this idea. After listening, she stroked my hair and whispered to me: Actually, every time I come to see you, your father asks me to tell you to pay attention to your study and health, but this old man is too strong to see you in person, huh? . I see. It seems that the seemingly unsmiling father is also a very careful and caring person. Looks like I really misunderstood him before.

Later, I found that every time I entered the house after a long journey, I could always see my father's excited and shining eyes calling my nickname: Xiaoying, come back! ? Then I will try to find a topic to chat with me, such as what books he has read recently and what news he has read. Whenever this time, I pretend to be very interested and listen carefully to my father's speech. Many years have passed, and I will never forget the picture at that time. ......

As far as I can remember, my father is in good health. He is a soldier. He eats and rests regularly every day. He likes sports and plays Tai Ji Chuan. He often said that life lies in exercise. But who would have thought that his father, who has always been in good health, suddenly fell ill.

The truth is cruel. My father, who never gave up, fell forever. He left in such a hurry that I didn't see him for the last time. When I hurried home from school, I was greeted only by a cold urn. I know that from now on, I will never see my father again, and I will never hear him call me by my nickname. I lost my father forever. I looked at the picture on the urn. In this black-and-white photo, my father is smiling. He seems to have something to say to me, but I know that no matter how hard I try, I won't say it, because it's just a photo, and my tears flow silently. As your favorite daughter, you did not leave me a word about the future. I knelt beside my father and burst into tears? Even if I shed thousands of tears in Qian Qian, I can't repay my father's kindness to me, and my thousands of shouts can't call my father back. Dad! Dad, did you just leave me quietly?

Dad really left, leaving me forever. At that moment, I realized the fragility of life and do or die. Dad, you have quietly left, and your lonely back is coming step by step. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, and your love was silent when you went to Qiu Lai in spring. You gave me all your love and the whole world, but now I can't know your pain and joy. Dad, I want to tell you that I have always understood your silent love. You planted thick and deep roots in my heart. May you rest in peace! Everything my daughter has done is deeply branded with you. Wherever I go, your love will flow in my blood forever. This love is what I will always pursue. I don't know if dad is having a good time in a busy paradise. But my daughter still wants to say: Dad, did you have a good life in heaven? Daughter misses you, do you hear? At this moment, there are tears in my eyes?

Dad, don't worry. I have grown up, and my strong shoulders can bear the weight of life. I will carry on your legacy and take good care of my mother and sister. Dad, don't worry.