He left quietly, but our sky collapsed in an instant. ......

It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe.

But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway.

He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work.

At this time, I saw his back, and my tears soon stayed.

Zhu Ziqing wrote a few strokes. A chubby old father struggled to climb behind the platform and made us cry.

This simple and kind old father also reminds me of my deep thoughts about my father.

First, he is not my real father, but the sky above us.

Dad is not my real father, he is my husband's father.

But he is the same as my real father in my heart. Because I am not only his wife, but also his daughter.

I can't forget our last meeting five years ago.

It was the New Year's Day in 20 16, and the whole family had dinner in the city. In order to celebrate the arrival of the new year, I also want my parents-in-law to go to the city to play.

At noon, a family of eight went to the hotel for a reunion dinner.

Dad said, "This is the last time for our family to have dinner together."

Maybe it was intentional, but we didn't hear the meaning.

We are still silly to think: isn't it? There are only more than 30 days before the Lunar New Year, and I am going back to my hometown for the New Year. This must be the last reunion dinner in town.

Just after dinner, my father was in a hurry to go home.

He always feels that the home in the city belongs to his sons, and the home in the country is his hometown.

I'm sorry that he left in a hurry before I saw his back.

Who knows, this meal really became the last meal.

We really can't eat together anymore.

I received the news of my father's departure on 20th 1 5th124th/3rd of the lunar calendar.

Husband said angrily on the phone: "Come back soon, dad may not be able to!" " "

But I can't believe it. Well, why not?

Just got off the taxi, I saw all the sad villagers at the door, and it was dark in front of me. ......

The sudden bad news is no less than the sky were to fall apart for us. My most respected father has left.

Walk in such a hurry and walk so lightly, for fear of disturbing us. Leave quietly without our preparation and awareness ...?

People say that father's love is like a mountain, thick and profound. But for us, it is fatherly love, broad and broad.

Dad left, and our sky collapsed. ......

Second, poor dad, rich dad.

Dad lives in poverty, and her mother-in-law often tells us.

In those years, this family was the poorest in the village, and dad's meager salary was really difficult to maintain food and clothing for the family.

Eat corn flour and soba noodles all day. My mother-in-law doesn't want to see corn now, and her stomach is jammed.

When I married my husband, I found his shirt so big. I am depressed: Why not try to buy clothes? Why buy such a big one?

"Where did I buy it? It's from my dad. I don't want to wear it. Give it to me. " Husband said.

The day after marriage, I asked my husband to return the clothes to my father.

Who knows that the second child is married and the shirt is still big and fat.

It turned out that dad gave the shirt to the second child as a family heirloom.

However, dad is the richest man in our village: he is honest, sincere, kind, kind, strong, tolerant, patient, knowledgeable and talented? ......

However, it is incomparable to most of us, and I can't describe it in all words.

It has been more than twenty years since I got married and came to this family. Although he is not good at talking and I don't say much, as a daughter-in-law, I can feel that kind of broad and broad fatherly love.

For my biological father, I can express my father's love like a mountain, because his meticulous love touched me, made me feel ashamed and made me feel heavy pressure.

But his father's love makes me feel loving and broad.

At that time, I was still at home processing clothes for others. Maybe I was born with a strong personality. Get up early and get greedy every day. My father has repeatedly advised me to pay more attention to my health and not be too strong.

My husband is very casual, a little lazy and not good at worrying about housework. I will inevitably have an argument with him about this. Dad always scolds her husband for enlightening her.

Sometimes he silently does some mending work for his son. The switch was broken, so he took the pencil to fix it himself. The pole was broken, so he went to buy a new one. He bought all the farm tools at home.

A son is a treasure in his father's heart. When the birthday arrived, dad arranged for someone to take pictures of his son early, saying that he would leave an annual commemoration for his son and watch him grow up slowly.

Dad has no daughter at his knees and treats his daughter-in-law like a daughter. But he takes care of his nephew, niece, niece and daughter-in-law equally.

My second uncle and aunt died early, and my father also shouldered this burden. Second brother is in poor health and not very diligent. When he was seriously ill, his father brought him food and drink every day and took care of his nephew wholeheartedly.

Dad's departure also made them sad.

What is more sad than the departure of my biological father is that several nieces knelt in front of the spirit and cried heartbreakingly, how could our sky fall? ......

When sorting out my dad's belongings, I opened his notebook, which recorded in detail the birthdays and deaths of my parents (including my mother-in-law's family), the birthdays and ID numbers of our family, our medical card numbers, and even the number of the commercial house where we bought a house and the contact information and address of the developer.

He also recorded all the experiences of his father from childhood to his later years in detail, and of course, his father also recorded the birth dates of his nephews. ......

Dad's thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness shocked and moved us.

Third, a kind father, an honest and frank father.

There is not a single person in Fiona Fang who does not praise Mr. Jiang.

Those years were poor, and the Spring Festival was my father's busiest day.

Dad's calligraphy is very good, and it is his bounden duty to write Spring Festival couplets to the villagers.

Every time I write late into the night, I have no complaints.

In our village, no matter whether it is red or white, dad will be invited to preside over it.

No matter how busy and tired dad is, he will promise and try his best to help.

When Dad left, everyone in the village felt sorry for the loss of a good neighbor. They all volunteered to mourn for him and see him off.

Dad's life is bitter, but his life is respected.

Because of my father's excellent teaching achievements, he was repeatedly rated as an advanced worker, and later transferred to the township education office.

However, many people feel wronged, sorry and wronged for their father. Because according to my father's qualifications and abilities, there are conditions for promotion, but my father's lifelong wish is education, and he never thought of being an official and making a fortune.

He often educates his two sons, teaching good books separately, and must not blindly ponder the way of promotion and making money.

Perhaps my husband's contentment and lack of grand ideals are all influenced by my father.

Dad's life is full of peaches and plums. As long as he speaks, any of his classmates and students will arrange a good position for him and his children, which will have better development prospects.

But dad didn't. He has no regrets and strives to exert his light and heat on the educational front.

He never asks for help for himself in his life, and his honesty and frankness are beyond many people's understanding.

I still remember when I first came to this house, my husband didn't find a job. The children are coming again, and it is even more difficult to be poor at home. I had a few fights about it.

It happened that my father's classmate and friend were in our county. I really wanted to find a good job for my husband through him, but my father refused.

In today's society, isn't finding a job just a matter of asking for help? But dad never bothers others for his own business.

I can help others, but dad tries his best.

Whose child wants to be a teacher after graduation. Dad looked for someone again and again, collecting and sorting out all kinds of information again and again. It's really more worrying than his own business.

Dad is also a voluntary mediator in the village. Neighborhood disputes, family discord, whenever something happens, the first thing people think of is to find Teacher Jiang.

Fourth, busy dad, tolerant dad.

It stands to reason that my father, who has been busy all his life, retired and should be very leisure and enjoy his old age.

But after retirement, my father never let himself be idle and never let himself fall behind.

My father, who has never done housework in his life, also learned to do laundry and cook, learn to type on the computer, open his own blog and set up his own mailbox.

Dad spent many years looking for information, visiting relatives and friends, and began to organize his family tree.

Unfortunately, he left just after finishing tidying up.

Everyone says that strict father is a loving mother, but in our eyes, Dad is always kind. For more than 20 years, I have never seen my father angry and noisy.

If we do something wrong, he always persuades and guides us patiently.

His silent efforts and efforts will make us feel ashamed in the next life.

Dad is tolerant of us, but he is very hard on himself.

Accustomed to living in poverty, diligent dad always scrimps and saves, leaving us a good one.

When we buy things for him, he always tries to find various reasons not to accept them. He doesn't want to cause us any trouble or inconvenience.

My mother-in-law often tells us the story of my father visiting relatives: it was a noon in the scorching sun in June, and my father visited relatives three times after school, but he didn't even eat a bite.

When I arrived at my sister's house, I said that I had eaten at my niece's house. When I arrived at my aunt's house, I said that I had eaten at my sister's house.

On a hot day, I didn't drink a mouthful of water. When I got home, I took the steamed bread and went to school.

My mother-in-law told us more than once: If I leave first that day and your father comes to your house for dinner, you must persuade him to eat more, otherwise he will really starve himself to death.

Sometimes I also blame him in my heart. Why does the family agree with him so much? What should we eat and drink and what should we say? It seems that we are really outsiders.

But I understand now. Dad is worried and afraid, afraid of adding a little trouble and burden to us.

No matter how ill he is, he won't tell us, so that we think he is in good health. But her mother-in-law said: He has been in poor health, and he doesn't want to talk about it. On New Year's Day, he went to the hospital and took a lot of medicine himself.

Dad never lets us worry about him, nor does he let us worry about him, just as he leaves quietly now, without disturbing any of us.

Dad left quietly, leaving us endless thoughts and regrets? ......