Remembering father: In the eyes of villagers, he is a kind, lively and good man who loves to drink.

My father's coffin was left at home for two days and was buried in the Woods behind the house on the morning of April 20 18 14. He chose the cemetery before his death, and we asked someone to show us the location the day before burial. My father's cemetery faces southwest with his back to the lake, looking at He Jia 'nao, which is the place where our ancestors lived and the resting place of his grandparents' mother-in-law. On the left back of his father's cemetery is his parents' cemetery.

Donkey kong is his father's lifelong friend. After they carried his father up the mountain, they recalled his life when he was building a cemetery. I listened carefully beside him for fear of missing any details. They say that my father loves to brew a little wine, and he is very interested in drinking it. He often drinks himself crazy and often makes people at the same table very happy. When my father drinks alone in his own home, he often asks his favorite neighbors and younger generations to accompany him to drink and talk about the big and small things in life. I often saw this scene when I was a child. Later, I went to a distant place to study and came back only once every six months. When I get home, my father always asks me if I want to drink, and sometimes he will take the initiative to pour me a small cup first. He gets a little disappointed when I don't drink. There was really no one to drink with him. He even took his mother as a hostess and poured her half a glass of beer to drink with. From then on, her mother fell in love with beer and found it delicious. When her father drinks beer, he will pick up his glass and say, "I want a drink, too." My father was hospitalized in Changyang People's Hospital from April 9 to April 1 1. My aunt at home cooked for us, and I brought it with me in an insulated bucket after eating. My aunt asked me to bring a can of beer to my mother. My mother was not at all polite when she saw the beer I handed her. She drank slowly, which made her father greedy.

It can be seen from drinking that my father is a passionate person with true temperament, eager to communicate with others, hope to take care of others, and expect to get attention from others. When I am with my father, I don't talk much, which may be the normal state of most father-son relationships in China. Looking back now, it's full of regrets, and there's still a lot to say. My father is often "jealous" of more language communication between my mother and me, and sometimes he tells others that I am better to my mother. In my father's last days, I often drove him in and out of the hospital, went to the street for a haircut, paid electricity and telephone bills, visited relatives and friends, and so on. I consciously talk to him more about life and some plans for the future, and he will also talk to me in a hoarse voice.

My father has done many things in his life, such as buying grain, keeping fish and bees, farming and working hard. Everyone in the village said that he was very diligent and earned money, big and small.

My father is also a person who loves charity and convenience. He has been buying grain for many years, and he doesn't take the money owed by some people seriously. The most common thing my father does for middle-aged and elderly people is to "bathe" the dead old people, which shows his bravery and kindness.

A drinker was forced to give up drinking and smoking after being diagnosed in the hospital, which was also a painful thing for his father and one of his regrets before his death.

My father is gone, which is my greatest pain. I often want to cry, but I have to accept this reality. May my memory of my father always warm the hearts of my relatives and me, and may his love always shine on our future world. God, don't give up drinking, don't get sick, don't get hurt.