Missing my father

Missing my father

Selection of reflections:

Missing my father

I have no sleep tonight, and the feeling of missing my father lingers for a long time. go. My father hasn’t come to my dream for a long time!

Father, what a powerful protagonist. Although everything he did for me in my life was insignificant care, I still miss him so much! The warmest memory my father gave me is that when I was a child, my father was sitting on the threshold of the main room at home, his smiling face facing the sun, shouting "Come on, old girl", he took me into his arms, held me between his knees, and I happily held him. My little head was tilted on my father's lap, and I closed my eyes comfortably, waiting for my father's thick hands to dig out my ear cocoons! It may also be that this kind of memory is so profound that I pass this kind of love on to my children and often try to make them understand that this kind of love is comfortable. It also made me unknowingly add a basis for decision-making in the impression others made on me. People with unclean ears must not be hygienic. So much so that my husband’s ears are always clean and fresh.

The most ferocious impression my father gave me was the war between my parents when I was a child. Once upon a time they were fighting together. My father treated my mother so cruelly, which made me wonder what a real couple is. What kind of relationship should be between husband and wife? I'm very lucky, perhaps because God is blessing me, my husband has not touched a finger on me so far. I did not allow domestic violence to occur in my own family.

My father’s hobby is drinking wine twice a day. A few peanuts or any side dish can be his snack. Listening to the sound of his mouth smacking in pleasure, I can imagine him being intoxicated. The pleasure in it. In order to prove that I can fulfill my filial piety, every time I come home, I will be served with a small drink. It was this hobby that cost him a life that he should not have lost. Let us regret it endlessly!

Father's love is always so silent and cannot be expressed in words. That shabby self-driving car was his means of transportation for the rest of his life. How much silent love is carried out through that dilapidated self-driving car. Every time I go back to my hometown, my father goes to great lengths to let me eat the small fish he catches himself. He is not afraid of the heat and even hunger. He rides on his old bicycle and drives away before I get up. When I hear the sound of steel, steel is heard. When the fish squeaked, I knew he was back, and my worried heart finally let go. When the small fish turned into a delicious meal, I saw the satisfied smile on my father's face and said the simplest words: "Eat more, eat more." Eat something”. From then on, fishing became his hobby for the rest of his life until the end of his life. What is left to me so far is the carp in the lotus porcelain tank at home. Every time I see them, it reminds me of my longing for my father!

My father was such a simple person. He lived simply and died simply. He didn’t leave any words behind, only two lines of muddy tears! My father is the first person I have ever seen die. My father took his last breath unwillingly in front of me! I never believed that such a strong body like his would collapse like this and then leave us. When my father went from a helpless patient to a cold corpse to a handful of ashes, he was buried in such a small space and ended his ordinary life. I hope that my father can ascend to heaven as soon as possible, be reincarnated as soon as possible, and reconnect with us!

I miss you simply!

Selection of sentiments 2:

Father’s love is speechless, and father’s love is boundless. Father's love is like a mountain, giving me the most solid support. Dad, do you know that your third daughter is already in tears before she can write a word...

Missing my father. Tomorrow is the anniversary of your death ten years ago. Dear father, are you okay in heaven? (Domineering online name for boys)

My father has been gone for ten years, but his voice and smile are still the same as before, which is deeply rooted in my mind. You left, but you left your thoughts and memories to your little daughter. Father, do you feel it? I miss you!

I have seen my father in my dreams countless times. You are still the same, smiling and stroking my head and saying to me: "Silly boy, no It's so sad. Dad is here and everything will be fine. "Father, I promised you that I won't be sad anymore." But when I think of you, I burst into tears.

If tears can build a ladder to the sky, if longing can pave the way up to heaven, I will go straight into the kingdom of heaven regardless of anything, and bring you back to me.

But I know that all this is impossible. I admire my father very much. In my eyes, he is omnipotent. His father was born a landlord, but he joined the revolution at a young age and was a retired cadre. He is 1.8 meters tall, handsome, elegant, knowledgeable, and can write very beautiful calligraphy. During the Chinese New Year, his family never buys Spring Festival couplets, he writes them all by himself. My family used to live in a bungalow with a front and back yard. A well was drilled in the front yard and an air-raid shelter was dug in the back yard. Fruit trees were planted in the yard. My father often watered, pruned, sprayed, and fertilized; sometimes he also grafted peach trees with apricot branches. In the golden autumn, the trees were full of fruits: pears, apples, grapes, and pomegranates. , everything is available; hundreds of them are made every year, and friends from classmates and neighbors often come to my house to taste them. The ground is full of vegetables, including cucumbers, tomatoes, celery, leeks, Chinese cabbage, rapeseed, etc. The neighbors eat fresh vegetables. The father was very strict with his three daughters, but he was kind to his neighbors. Even if there are any disputes between neighbors, they will disappear with my father's persuasion.

My father doted on my little daughter very much. I still remember the white hairpin with red plum blossoms and crystal sandals he bought for me. I wore them and how proud I was of showing off in front of my friends. . When father comes home, it is our holiday. There are always delicious snacks, fruits, etc. brought back in the bag.

Ten years ago in May, my father fell ill. The days and nights in the hospital were like frying in oil, watching the life of the person I loved the most gradually decline, and my heart ached. In the end, even though we tried our best, we couldn't keep our father. An iron fence separated life and death. From then on, there was no more person in the world who called me "Xiao Min"... On June 25, my father passed away forever...

Only when we lose do we know cherish. The world separated by Yin and Yang is cruel and helpless. I hope that those whose parents are still alive can find some time to go home and visit them often, and fulfill their responsibilities as children to the greatest extent. When we grow old, we also have children. They are all watching us and learning from us. We must never do anything we regret. I asked myself, I am worthy of my father and I have done nothing I regret. The only regret is that I wish he could live a few more years and fulfill his filial piety!

Dear father, I hope that everything will go well with you in heaven. Please pray for me in heaven!

Selection of sentiments three:

Missing my father

I always don’t believe that my father really passed away, I always think that this is It was a long journey, but day after day, month after month, year after year, I did not wait for my father's return. (Words to praise women)

Father—Father—Father—

Where have you been?

I am searching on the criss-crossing roads

I don’t know which road you are traveling on

I am calling in all directions

But I can’t hear a single echo from you

Father—Father—

Could it be that

I want to be with you again

I can only Meeting in a dream? (Words to praise women)

How can I see your face again

I can only gaze at it in the distant view of my heart

Father, I will never see you again in this world. Figure

There is no more news about you in the world

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, my father has been away from us for more than ten years, but every time I think of him, My father's struggle during those extremely difficult years clearly appeared in my mind. The deep father's love seems to still linger in my body and mind. When I wanted to write it out, I didn't know how to describe it with appropriate sentences. I could only use these shallow, old, and straightforward words to tell every bit of my father's love as deep as the earth.

I will never forget how my father worked hard to support a family of eleven people in the eyes of others; I will never forget how my father used his amazing patience to honor those who have been sick all year round. The grandparents raised seven unreasonable and naughty children.

What I can't forget even more is my father's helplessness in dealing with our family's repeated failures in life.

The biggest wish of my father, who has been poor and ambitious all his life, is that even one of our seven brothers can get out of the mountains and enter college. So during the long years when we were in school. The lonely and helpless old man never missed a class for any reason. But each of us unsatisfactory guys never made our father feel proud at all. We did not make his drooping chin lift up a little. When each of us picked up the hoe and started the oldest work of mankind, I Knowing that my father's heart is as heavy as the field that I have worked so hard to cultivate in the year of disaster is full of barren poles. In response to his father's long sigh. I think there must be a big knot in my father's heart.

My father is a very strong father, and his vision is farther than ordinary people. At a time when many children of the same age were carrying hoe to mine coal, which could relieve their father's burden in time, he had a new idea in his mind. He wanted each of us to have a skill and have an easy way to support our family. potential. So we took our father's ardent expectations and borrowed money from our family to learn skills everywhere. However, due to various reasons, we once again failed to live up to his expectations.

Dear father, you have really good intentions, but we have not given you any compensation, which has once again brought you great disappointment.

All wishes are so far away, so indefinite, and all efforts cannot solve the current dilemma for a while. Faced with our brothers growing up day by day, facing the fact that all seven of our brothers were starting families, and facing the three broken houses that were far from enough to live in, my father, who was nearly sixty years old, led us to start making bricks by hand. For a long time, my father lived and ate in the brick kiln, eating pickles and cold rice, and sleeping on wet quilts. Finally, there were tens of thousands of bricks on the field, and my father had a little blush on his face. Unexpectedly, less than half a day later, there was a heavy rain, and all the efforts were in vain. My father used his thin body in the rain to open his hands full of cracks and calluses, I held on to the five-foot-long brick wall and tried my best to prevent the bricks from falling, but the water under my feet had reached the top of my feet. I watched helplessly as the bricks fell in batches in front of me and behind me. It was an irreversible situation, but My father still didn't let go. At that time, there were only two people, the father and the third brother. Seeing this scene, the third brother hurriedly stepped forward to support his father and said, "Father, it can't be done. Let's forget it." But the father looked at the bricks that had turned into mud and seemed to be asking. He was saying to himself: "I can't do it anymore? I can't do it anymore." But his hands had not yet left the crumbling few feet of wall.

That’s not supporting a brick, it’s supporting an expectation.

Sometimes my father’s head is held high, but I know his heart is downcast; my father’s body is thin, but I know his belief is strong. Father, dear father, the branches of your heart have suffered too much.

I envy those fathers who reap rewards for their hard work. I envy those fathers who endure hardships in exchange for sweets. I envy those fathers who gather together to brag and play chess and cards during the off-season. them. All this is too far away from our father.

Faced with my father’s tenacious struggle in the difficult years, I secretly vowed in my heart that I must make my father’s old age live well in the future. But this day will never happen again. A piece of bad news like a bolt from the blue broke our dream of staying with our father forever. Our father died of a heart attack due to overwork in the brick kiln.

That was the seventh day of the ninth lunar month and the second day of the tenth month of the Gregorian calendar in 1992, a day I will never forget.

From this day on, I never heard my father’s kind voice again. From this day on, I never heard my father’s warm care again.

In the next few days, my mother refused to treat my father like a dead man. She never believed that a good man could be so close to him overnight but could no longer talk to him. Become eternal farewell. During those days, my mother always cried for a while while holding the rice to test whether it was hot or not before feeding it to my father one bite at a time. But how could my father swallow it anymore? The rice spilled out of the corner of his mouth and wet a large piece of pillow towel.

My mother said that her father never let others take care of him when he was alive, and she wanted to compensate him.

I am not sad that we have to support a world from now on, I only lament that my father did not enjoy a single day of happiness when he was alive, and he was not even half tired of us.

Father, dear father, there is no more your warnings every time I go out, and there is no more your anxious waiting figure every time I come back late from going out. You once cleared the thorns on our growth path, and you were the solid and warm backer behind us. Now, no more.

Father, dear father. You said when our house is repaired and our brothers are married, you should have a good rest. You didn’t wait for that day; you didn’t wait for that day when you said your family would have no foreign debt; you didn’t wait for that day when you said we would harvest the autumn crops without having to carry them on our shoulders.

Your most simple wishes in life have turned into a festival that you can never wait for.

Father, dear father

If

If

If

You won’t

You won’t

You won’t

Facing your broad and profound love

Any language is so pale

All I can say is

You are my most respectable and lovely person

My son’s heart is your eternal monument

Selected four thoughts:

Missing my father

On Father’s Day in June, in the light purple bloom of the sycamore flowers, the longing in the silent heart is lingering, the family affection that has passed away is lingering, and the gratitude is once again The affectionate and sad memories make the past June when I was forever separated from my father and the Father's Day in June five years ago, forever fixed in the untouchable wound in my heart.

The flowers in June are still fragrant, the sun in June is still warm, and Father’s Day in June is still full of warm blessings. In the exquisite shop, the daughter is carefully selecting holiday gifts for her father. In the fragrant restaurant, the son is serving cups of grateful wine to his father, the words of gratitude from his children, and the father's loud and happy laughter echo in every corner and every sky on Father's Day... everything in front of him. It's so familiar yet seems so far away, everything around is so warm yet so sad; everything is so similar to the scene where I, my brother and my sister spent the holidays with my father on every Father's Day five years ago.

In a trance, I seemed to see my father's kind eyes again; touch my father's calloused hands again; hear my father's caring words again; see my father's satisfied smile again; again I feel my father's overflowing joy, scene after scene, just like what happened yesterday. However, the time has passed, but I have unknowingly let my father leave us for five years...

Sometimes I miss you. Like a blooming rose, although it is fragrant, there are often thorns that hurt the deepest memories in the heart; the warmth of the past often only comes to light when touching the cold tombstone surrounded by flowers. No matter how turbulent it is, the deep attachment to my father in my heart will never fade away.

Father, this is a name that sounds so familiar and kind; Father, this is such a warm and considerate support when I think of it; Father, this is a person who embraces great love without saying a word and gathers it together. Tough love is the backbone of the family, the harbor of love; father, this is a great man who gives his children the wings of dreams, supports them to fly bravely with the expectation of love.

How many times did I wish that time could be turned back; how many times did I imagine that my father had not left yet; how many times did I wish that I could chat with my father on such a festival and talk about my thoughts... (Article reading Website: sanwen)

Thinking of it is so far away, as if it is in front of me again. On another Father's Day without my father, I miss my dear father again, miss my father's familiar voice and smile; miss my father again The uprightness of life; I miss my father as the backbone of the family, his tough and never-slouching life of silently paying without asking for anything in return; I miss his father, who loved his wife and son, taught his wife strictly, and was upright, open-minded and kind; I miss my father who shared joy with his father. Every moment; I miss every time I went through the ups and downs of that year and month with my father...

I miss my father, and thank him for giving me a fresh life; I miss my father, and I am grateful. My father taught me how to be an upright person; I miss my father and am grateful for the silent love that my father gave me.

I miss my father, my father's love is like the sea, broad and tolerant; I miss my father, my father's love is like a mountain, thick and far-reaching. . . . . .

Selection of five thoughts:

Missing my father

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, my father has left us for a few years. I wasn't too sad when my father left. Because I know that my father's departure is pleasant to my father, because he no longer has to endure physical pain and can take his soul to another beautiful country, where I think my father must be able to find the beauty he wants\him Wanted pleasure. Therefore, I dealt with my father's death very calmly.

At this moment, I don’t know why I miss my father more and more. Maybe it’s selfish! After my father left, I realized how much love, care and concern he had for me. Hope. I feel very ashamed when I think about it. What have I done to my father who devoted his life and love to me? When I think about it, I feel sad and self-blame.

My father’s life is bitter. I have known that my father was an orphan since I was a child. I never knew who my biological parents were. In order to repay my adoptive mother’s kindness, I worked a lot of hard work, but I never complained.

My father is a very optimistic person, but I know how much pressure, how much bitterness and pain there is behind his smile. The middle-aged father looks like an old man in his sixties, all for our family! If not for us, how could he have aged so quickly and passed away so early?

I remember it. My father was so strong when he was seriously ill. The pain tortured him mercilessly, but he never said a word of pain. Until the last moment, he was still strong and refused to take analgesics. Before my father died, he couldn't bear to worry about us, and his gentle words of concern for us. I lowered my head in guilt, speechless but bursting into tears. My father has raised me for more than thirty years. During these thirty years, I have complained about him and never understood him, but my father always used his selfless kindness to Love embraces me. The love my father gave me was like a vast ocean, but I was selfish and never said thank you. I only took care of my father for a few months, and the love I gave him in return was not as good as a drop of water in the ocean, but my father was so satisfied and happy. I seemed so small and narrow-minded in front of my father.

I will never forget the way my father looked at me when he left. I know there is too much love there, too much to worry about. I vowed to give my family a better life. Not only for myself, but also for my father to live a carefree life in another world.

I am lonely and wandering on the road of life. Father, do you know? How helpless I am without your understanding and love in my sad and lost days! Father, I know that only you can Your love is selfless, and only your love demands nothing from your daughter. You left, leaving your daughter with countless guilt and reluctance.

How many dark nights, I looked at the stars. I hope my father is looking at me too. Father, are you okay in another world? My daughter is fine, please don’t worry about her. Father, now that I have grown up, I have also learned and understood how to take care of my mother and family, especially your little grandson who you care about and worry about the most! I will love him well on your behalf, father, my daughter really misses you. . . . .

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All children in the world can give their parents more love during their lifetime. Because parents are the greatest people in the world. It's not good to leave guilt in your heart. . . . . .