A short essay commemorating my father's anniversary?

Father is an insurmountable mountain and one of the most important people in our lives. So many people will write articles on the anniversary of their father's death to pay homage to the eternal pain in their hearts. The following is the relevant information I have compiled for you for your reference!

Chapter 1: Remembering the Death of Father 10 Anniversary-Filial Piety

Time flies, my father has left me for ten years. When my father is away, whenever his voice and smile appear in my dreams, my heart is always like a knife, and my deep feelings are hard to express.

My father was born in the 1920s, and he had a hard life since he was a child. My uncle, who is three years older than him, was arrested by * *. So, grandpa took refuge from his hometown Macheng, Hubei Province to Baihe, Shaanxi Province. In order to avoid catching young people, grandpa had to bite his father's hamstring painfully when he was 1 1 years old. Unfortunately, one by one, at the age of 12, my grandfather died prematurely, and my young father, an orphan, survived until I was liberated and saw the light of day again. Hometown 1952 has just been liberated. The first thing my father did was to move his grandparents' graves from his hometown to his home. He said it was his root and a filial piety. Then my father resolutely joined the rural peasant association and devoted himself to the land reform movement. During the ups and downs of the next half century, my father became the production captain of the brigade and the chairman of the poor association with gratitude to the party and love for the socialist system. Both of them are diligent "old oxen" and quasi-"dutiful sons".

Father is the most common of thousands of fathers in Qian Qian. In order to make his ten children get ahead, he has gone through many vicissitudes, and then he is tired again. For the sake of children's studies and the livelihood of the whole family, I gritted my teeth and survived my life. My father always gets up early and works tirelessly, never enjoys happiness in his life and never neglects his duty. Although my father has no culture, he is very strong and independent, and I still clearly remember what he often says. He said: "If you want to study, you will succeed only if you study, and you will not be bullied." He hasn't been to school all day, but he can keep accounts and keep score. So after I became the first cultural celebrity in my village, township and county, my brother became the kind of self-taught cultural person my father hoped. We really haven't been bullied. Unfortunately, my bad father didn't live to this day. Although in my father's later years, I was filial to him in material life and had a long talk with him all night before he died, even so, I blamed myself for not being filial before my father's bed. "It's not easy to have this job, so cherish it and don't live up to expectations." My father's words always echo in my ears, so I am diligent, contented, hardworking, selfless in studying and writing hard. I want to commemorate my father and comfort him in heaven. ...

After ten years of separation and forgetting, I thought my father had drifted away in my heart, turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly dispersed and never remembered. As we all know, when I travel through time and space, I look forward to my father's figure, which is still clearly visible, vivid and never blurred. In the face of my father's photo, there are thousands of words, and I don't know where to start. The feelings and tears that hurt my father flow silently in my heart and never stop.

Chapter Two: Father Three Zhou Nianji.

April 27th, 2009 * * * The third day of the fourth lunar month * * is the anniversary of my father's death. 12: 06, my dear father left us peacefully without a sigh. According to custom, the anniversary of the old man is calculated according to the lunar calendar, so April 23 this year, which is also the third day of the fourth lunar month, is the third anniversary of his father's death.

In the past three years, people have been busy and things have been noisy. It hasn't changed the deep memory of our beloved father at all. The last scene before my father left, has been dusty in my heart, unwilling to touch, but vivid. The passage of three years can't take away our endless yearning for our father and our deep admiration for him. In the past three years, my father's voice and smile, figure and back, a little bit of the past seems to be in front of me.

Around the Spring Festival this year, the two brothers planned how to spend three years with their father. Tomb-Sweeping Day, the second brother made a special trip back to his hometown to discuss the matter with other brothers. A few days before the third anniversary, my sister-in-law and children had already gone home early. Even my 70-year-old uncle and aunt returned to their hometown from Xi 'an ahead of time, regardless of their weak health. I'm busy. I'll drive home as soon as things are finished on the morning of the 22nd. Before I left, I called to ask what else I needed. I learned that my family welcomed my father back from the cemetery under the guidance of musicians. I can only regret that I missed it.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the car stopped at the door of my hometown, so I couldn't help running to my father's old house first. Seeing the bed where his father lived, the stools he sat on, the used furniture, the certificates hanging on the wall and the wooden boxes where his father won pennants and medals ... every item, as long as it is linked with him, will cause me unspeakable sadness and remind me of deep and distant thoughts, as if he is still among us. However, his slim figure will not appear in front of us, his earnest words will no longer ring in my ears, and even the familiar earthy smell will gradually dissipate in the old house, which makes me truly and sadly feel that he really left us. We really lost our most sincere mentor and closest friend in life. Our father, he was there, he dedicated his life to the yellow land, and he dedicated his eternal rest.

In the afternoon, relatives and friends came one after another, burning incense, burning paper, saluting, bowing and sending silent greetings in front of my father's coffin. In the evening, after the banquet of relatives and friends, under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, the dutiful son, the virtuous grandson and the main relatives presented meals in front of their father's spirit, and burned paper and wax in the instrumental ensemble of Suona Guan Sheng. At the same time, my documentary video "Bon voyage, Father" about my father's burial in 2009 is also being shown in the open space outside the old house. After the memorial service, in the dead of night, the whole family gathered in front of the memorial and burned paper offerings sent by relatives and friends. When burning these, my sister and sister-in-law urged me to wait until the fire was strong before putting them in, so as not to burn them thoroughly when sprinkling.

On the third day, it was mainly family and relatives who paid homage. Between breakfast and lunch, the band played music, and relatives held wreaths and tied paper, along the funeral route, through the village, through the streets, and slowly walked to the bridge until they reached the cemetery. I know that it is under this pile of loess that has been covered with weeds that I have stayed away from our father forever and bowed down to the grave, regardless of the sting of wild jujube weeds. When I put away my sorrows and lit incense wax, when my eldest brother raised his glass and spilled wine on the grave, my heart ached like tears. Do you know, father, with the sound of garland paper being stripped by flames? Here you are, children.

Every time I think of this sentence, I regret it It has been three years since my father died, and now I can't express my filial piety to my father. Because of this, I once suggested that on my father's third anniversary, my second and third brothers in Xi 'an should be the main sponsors, and my eldest brother, fourth brother and younger brother in the local area should be the main organizers, so as to make up for the regret I had caused by my poor care for my father in the past. I didn't expect such a proposal to be disrespectful to my brothers.

Under the walnut tree in my hometown yard, my cousin said to me, "Brother, uncle, after three years, we won't have many chances to meet each other." I didn't care at the time. You don't say! This is my hometown, where I was born and raised. There are my brothers and sisters here, many relatives here, and my parents under the loess. I will come back often. I didn't expect many people in the village to ask the same thing. Just as I drove away and walked to the entrance of the village, I met Wenhua, who was over eighty and was leaning on crutches. I'll get off at once and say goodbye. As a result, he also asked such a question. I couldn't help paying more attention to the old house, scanning the village, feeling dejected and driving away.

When I was on the phone with my eldest brother this morning, he told me that my father's three years passed smoothly yesterday. After you left, it rained heavily at night. Early in the morning, my old mother came over and said, "Your uncle has done so many good deeds and accumulated great virtue. Two things * * * mean that the burial and three years * * * have passed smoothly, and God has eyes! " Yes, it rained heavily for a week the day after my father was buried in 2009. Yesterday, just three years later, it was stormy at night. No wonder even children say, "that's grandpa's spirit in heaven!" " "

Chapter Three: Missing Father-Written on the occasion of the third anniversary of his father's death.

Tomorrow is the third anniversary of my father's death, but I'm hanging around here with a bottle. I really don't know what my father did in his last life and how he gave birth to such an unfilial son! I drank the wine bit by bit, but I didn't feel bitter, maybe it was too bitter, so I actually lost that sense of taste!

I didn't dream of my father last night. It was an accident! Does my father miss me no more? The daughter he has always loved! Maybe you don't love me anymore. I am so decadent now, which is really a disgrace to his old man's house! ! !

There have been no tears for three years. I wonder if I would shed tears if I were at my father's grave.

My father's voice and smile will always appear before my eyes! Did I miss him? How can you still have feelings after wandering for so long?

I didn't call my mother. I really don't know what to say. Actually, I didn't dare to call either. I am afraid to face some things! ! ! It was he who called me when I was sad, a classmate who rarely even called me at school! I am surprised! ! !

It's still hard to accept the fact. I always feel that my father is still watching me somewhere. I always felt that my father was quietly avoiding me. In fact, everyone knows where he is! Isn't it?

My mother didn't tell me, my parents didn't tell me, my sister didn't tell me, my brother didn't tell me, my grandparents didn't tell me, my aunt and uncle didn't tell me, my best friend didn't tell me, and everyone didn't tell me, did they? These things are all borne by me alone. I have no reason not to hate their so-called love. Maybe I really can't stand it! But I dare not and don't want to hate them. There is nothing wrong with love, but if you love too much, you will go in the wrong direction!

I won't say who I hate except myself! ! ! I don't know what I'm doing, that's all. What are you doing? Do I really love my father? Have I loved all the people who love me? I wonder if I am a cold-blooded animal. Or do I love no one in this world except myself?

Collapse, tears actually came down! Did I cry? Why, I won't cry! Men are the most important thing in my life. Why should I cry?