The original text of "father's smile" written by Zhu Ziqing

I only know the back 、、、、、 welcome to read "essay: Zhu Ziqing's father's back", "look up the dictionary" every day for you to update more excellent "first grade essay", please feel free to pay attention! I have not seen my father for more than two years, I can not forget his back .　That winter, my grandmother died, my father's errand also handed over, it is the day of trouble. I traveled from Beijing to Xuzhou with the intention of following my father home in mourning. When I met my father in Xuzhou, I saw the mess in the yard and thought of my grandmother, and couldn't help but shed tears. Father said: "things have been so, do not have to be sad, well, the sky is not the end of the road!"　Home to sell the pledge, the father paid off the deficit; and borrowed money to do the funeral. These days, the home scene is very bleak, half for the funeral, half for the father idle. After the funeral, my father had to go to Nanjing to seek employment, and I had to go back to Beijing to study, so we traveled together. Source: Dictionary www.chazidian.com When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend asked me to go to Nanjing, and I stayed there for a day; the next morning I had to cross the river to Pukou, and in the afternoon I got on the bus to go north. My father was busy, had said not to send me, told a familiar teahouse in the hotel to accompany me to go with. He repeatedly instructed the teahouse to be very careful. However, he was finally uneasy, fearing that the teahouse would be inappropriate; he hesitated for a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old and had been to Beijing two or three times, so it didn't matter. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to send me there himself. I repeatedly advised him not to go; he only said: "It doesn't matter, it's not good for them to go!"　We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There was so much luggage that we had to tip the porters to get through. He was busy bargaining with them. I was too smart for my own good at the time, and I always felt that he was not talking very nicely and had to intervene myself, but he finally settled on a price; and then he put me on the train. He fixed a chair for me by the door; and I spread my seat in the purple woolen coat he had made for me. He bade me be careful on my way, and to be vigilant at night, and not to catch cold. He also asked the teahouse to take good care of me. In my heart, I laughed at his pedantry; they only recognize money, and entrusting them is just a waste of time! Besides, I am such an old man, can't I take care of myself? Alas, now I think of it, I was so clever then!　I said, "Father, go away." He looked out of the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay right here and don't move." I see a couple of sellers waiting for customers outside the fence on that platform over there. To walk to that platform, one had to cross the railroad tracks and had to jump down and climb up. My father was a fat man, and naturally it took more effort to walk across. I was going to go, but he refused, so I let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth coat and a dark green cloth cotton robe, hobbling to the railroad tracks, slowly probing down, not too difficult. But it was not easy for him to cross the railroad tracks and climb up to the platform over there. He used two hands to climb up, two feet and then upward shrinking; his fat body to the left slightly tilted, showing the appearance of effort, when I saw his back, my tears quickly flowed down. I hurriedly wiped away the tears. I was afraid that he would see it, and that others would see it. When I looked out again, he had already hugged the red oranges and walked back. When crossing the railroad tracks, he first put the oranges on the ground, slowly climbed down, and then picked up the oranges and walked. When he reached this side, I rushed to help him. He and I went to the car and put the oranges on my leather coat. Then he fluttered the soil on his coat, as if his heart was very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving, come over there and write!" I looked at him walking out. He walked a few steps, turned back to see me, said, "Go in, no one inside." When his back blended into the comings and goings and he could no longer be found, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again.　In recent years, my father and I have been moving from place to place, and the light at home is getting worse by the day. He was a young man who went out to make a living, independent support, and did many great things. How do I know that the old age is so decrepit! He was saddened by his feelings, and naturally he could not help himself. When he was depressed, he would naturally express his feelings outwardly; family trivialities would often offend his anger. He treats me differently than he used to. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my bad, but only thought of me, thought of my son. I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, the letter said: "my health is safe, but the pain in the bladder is very strong, a lot of inconvenience in lifting the pen, about the time to go is not far away." I read here, in the crystal tears, and saw that fat, green cotton robe black cloth coat back. Alas! I do not know when I can meet him again! Zhu Ziqing father's back" this excellent "first grade essay" collected by the dictionary, from the Internet and member contributions, for reference and study only.