People often say that fatherly love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.
When I was a child, my father was a symbol of severity. My father changed all my bad habits like an axe. Father often said, "You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly.". Now you should get rid of all your faults and form good habits. My father never pays attention to my study. He firmly believes that with good habits, everything will come. It is this belief that has been with me until now. My father's strong beliefs and expressions have always appeared in front of me. Yes, my father is very strong.
I am about to embark on a journey, leaving my parents outside the window. Mother took my hand and choked. I know the continuity and gentleness of maternal love. And my father just stood in the distance, supporting your majesty with his innate strength. He just looked at the train, looked at the window, looked at me, and then smiled slightly, and his mouth rose. Is it a kind of pride or an unspeakable bitterness? Then he was silent, lowered his head slightly, clenched his fist and raised his head again. I saw something moist and shiny in my father's eyes, which shook my heartstrings. My father saw me looking at him, turned around and wiped his tears with his hand. Tears full of yearning washed away his strong stalwart, and it was his yearning for me that merged into a drop of tears.
Father's love has no long soft water, no thoughtful and warm words, no blessings that can be taken with you at any time, and no temperature that I accompany you day and night. Fatherly love is a tear that sums up all languages. Father has nothing to do but dig out a collection of essays. Just open a page and it is an article in memory of my father. When I saw the sentence "A father is a book, and a child may spend his whole life reading it", a piercing pain suddenly stung my heart. It has been six years since my father left me. In the past six years, I have been thinking about him all the time. I even prayed that God would give me another chance to be a father and daughter, so that I could give him all my filial piety and make him the happiest father in the world. However, God will never give me this opportunity. I can only remember my father in guilt. My father is just an ordinary worker with little education, but the family he was born in used to be very prominent. He was born in a big family in Jiangsu and belongs to the younger brother of a scholarly family. His ancestors left many fields and houses, and his father lived like a young master when he was a child. Later, when I came to Japan, all my possessions were robbed, and my family was destitute, so my family was forced to flee to Shanghai. In order to make a living at home, my father gave up his studies, and when he was less than 14 years old, he became an apprentice and a peddler ... running around all day. After liberation, my father left Shanghai for more than 40 years in order to get a lot of income, without telling his family to sign up to support oil construction in foreign oil fields. I didn't know my father's family background until I was an adult, but I knew he was a landlord when I was very young. In that age of compositionalism, I seemed to be born inferior. Other children bully me at will, and I dare not resist at all, for fear that they will scold me as a "small landlord"; I have to fill in ingredients at the beginning of every semester in primary schools, which is my most heartbreaking moment. Every time I fill in the "landlord" with trepidation, I feel that life is worse than death. To this end, I once hated my father for a long time in my heart, and hating him made me suffer so much humiliation and embarrassment at an early age! I remember that once my father went back to Shanghai to visit relatives and brought me back a satin coat sewn by my grandmother, with lace carefully embroidered by her grandmother with gold thread. When I wear this new dress to school, my companions are very envious. They spat at me and called me a "small landowner". I ran home crying all the way, threw my clothes on the ground and stepped on a few feet. Father asked me to pick it up, but I stubbornly refused to pick it up. My father was so angry that he raised his hand to hit me. I cried and shouted, "Who told you not to be a poor farmer? Why are you the landlord? If a poor farmer wanted me, I wouldn't be your daughter now! " Father raised his hand and slowly put it down. At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in my father's eyes. My father was very strict in my childhood memory. He is very strict with me. In his own words, "Girls should be disciplined from an early age." He trained me like a lady, and I had to do what he asked me to do when I talked, walked, sat down, ate and even served dishes. When I was a child, he often left me at home and asked me to recite three amethyst, Zengguang Xianwen, Disciples' Rules, Qian Wen Zi and other ancient texts. My brother, who is only one year older than me, is allowed to play freely outside by his father. Therefore, such a picture will be permanently fixed in my mind: my father is holding a ruler, and I stand in front of him respectfully like a monk, chanting word by word: "At the beginning of life, human nature is good." Sex is similar, but we learn from each other far away ... "If I can't recite it, my father's ruler will be held high, while my brother will hide aside and smile gloomily. I often cry while carrying my back. What I thought at that time was: Why is my life so bitter? A landlord's father put me through so many smelly rules. If I have a poor farmer's father, I promise I won't recite anything. Teaching is lax and teachers are lazy. "I have grown up gradually, and the landlord composition has no effect on my life. When I grew up, I found my father loved me very much, and I began to enjoy everything he gave me with a clear conscience. I remember one winter night in a technical school. A cold current struck and the temperature plummeted. My father was worried that my bedding was too thin, so he rode a bicycle for more than ten miles and sent me thick bedding. It rained heavily on the road, so my father took off his raincoat and covered it with bedding, fearing that the bedding would get wet, and he walked in the rain himself. When he came to my dormitory, his lips were black with cold, and he couldn't even speak for a moment. I was so absorbed in a novel that I just lay in bed and didn't even say hello to my father, let alone see him off. There is a saying: "God forgives the mistakes you made when you were young. "And the mistakes I made to my father. If there is a God, I don't think he will forgive me. I never bought anything for my father when he was alive. The only gift I gave him: a pair of sheepskin gloves or a prize that I won the first prize in the technical school legal competition. When I brought my gloves to my father, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he repeatedly praised, "It's better to be a daughter, and her daughter is promising. Unlike a son, it's useless. "He wears his hands on the duty car of the unit and wants to stand and not sit. He grabbed the railing on purpose to make everyone stare at his gloved hand. When someone praised him for his beautiful gloves, his father immediately said proudly, "This is my daughter's prize. My daughter has a bright future, and others call her a talented woman. "My daughter is very quiet, not crazy at all like other people's daughters." Father's words aroused many people's disgust, but he went on excitedly. Even mother can't stand it, telling others that he is too vain. Alas, a pair of sheepskin gloves can cause father such great satisfaction. It's a pity that I know this too late! My father has been fighting in Shandong since I started working. After retirement, he was hired back to Shandong to continue his work. During this period, I got married, had a family and children, and only focused on my small family. My father is gradually forgotten by me. Only when I receive a gift from my father on holidays: woolen coat or sheepskin boots, will I remember that he is still in Shandong. 1997, my father who retired for five years finally returned to Hubei. He never got up after he came back: advanced gastric cancer. During the period when he was in hospital, every time I went to the hospital, I was mentally miserable and regretted that I cared too little about him. Sitting in front of my father's bed, I asked him, "Dad, I'm really not a good daughter. Do you blame me? " Father smiled and said, "Silly boy, how can Dad blame you?" ? You have been my father's favorite child since childhood. Your brother said that dad is eccentric, dad is eccentric, and dad just likes you more than him! "My sick father talks a lot. Every time I go to see him, he talks for a long time. He said to me, "When you were a child, you had a serious illness and almost died. The doctor says you are hopeless, so I'm going to leave you alone, and I'm busy trying to fix it privately. Your mother had no choice but to come to me. I'm at work, and I'm anxious when I listen. I ran to the hospital and forced the doctor to save you. I said you couldn't save my daughter, so I'll fight you hard. The doctor was frightened. Later, he said he would give you a blood transfusion. I asked the doctor to draw blood without saying anything. I just got off the night shift and was dizzy. "Listening to my father's narrative, childhood memories are shown in my mind like movies: when I was in primary school, my father would pick me up from school every rainy day. I was afraid that the rain would wet my trouser legs, so I carried me all the way home. Walking on the road, he said, "Who wants a little girl? My family sells little girls. My daughter is smart and beautiful. Do you want to buy it? " On my father's back, I repeatedly shouted "No, no! If you want to sell, sell your brother. " The father went on to say, "Your brother, that smelly boy, nobody wants it! ""When he said this, he didn't even notice that his brother was walking beside him. I still remember one time, when I was about four or five years old, I pulled wild flowers by the canal and accidentally fell in. The current was so fast that it washed me away at once. Father was far away, and suddenly he felt a pain in his chest. He had a premonition that something was going to happen to me, so he pushed his bike forward desperately and pulled me out of the water. I was already in a coma when I came up. If he comes late, I'm afraid I'll die. In the last few days of my father's life, he was a little out of his mind. Sometimes when I go to see him, he doesn't even feel my presence. However, at my father's memorial service, my brother told me something with tears in his eyes: two days before my father died, he suddenly reflected light. He called his younger brother to his side and said to him earnestly, "You have always said that Dad is partial and Dad is partial to your sister, so your sister is so headstrong. Your sister offended you, don't blame her, blame me, I spoiled her! You must take more care of your sister in the future. You are your brother, you must leave your sister alone. " Ah, father, my dear father, how can I repay your love as deep as the sea? At this point, I was in tears. Father is a book and daughter is a scholar. I think I can only read this book carefully all my life, in order to taste the ups and downs in this book and understand the true meaning of life contained in it!