Selected reflections I:
Thinking of my father
Tonight, there is no sleep again, and the emotion of thinking of my father lingers for a long time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this!
Father, what a powerful protagonist. Although in my life for me to do are insignificant care, I still miss that! Father gave me the most cozy memory is that, as a child, my father sat at home on the threshold of the house, smiling face to meet the sun, shouting "to the old girl", took me into his arms, with his knees clamped me, I happily tilted his head in his father's lap, closed his eyes comfortably, waiting for his father's rough hand to dig for my ear callus! It may also be that such memories are so vivid that I have passed on this love to my children, often trying to make them understand that such love is comfortable as well. It also made me unconsciously add 1 decision basis to the good or bad impression others gave me, people with unclean ears are definitely not hygienic. So much so that my husband's ears are always clean and fresh.
My father gave me the most ferocious impression of my childhood, the war between parents, there was a time when they wrestled together, my father was so ferocious treatment of my mother, let me wonder what is the real couple? What kind of relationship should a husband and wife have? Thankfully, perhaps God has been kind to me, my husband has not touched a finger on me so far. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to do it.
My father's hobby is to drink wine twice a day, a few peanuts, a small dish can be his drink, listening to his cozy smacking his mouth sound, are imagined to be intoxicated by the pleasure. In order to prove that I can fulfill my filial piety, every time I came home, I was served with a little wine. It was this hobby that cost him his life, which he should not have lost. Let's regret it!
Father's love is always so silent, not to say. The broken car is his transportation for the rest of his life. How many silent love is through that worn out car to pack out. Every time I go back home, my father in order to let me eat his hand-fished fish, tireless, not afraid of the heat, and even give up hunger, riding that broken car in my did not get up on the go, when I heard the steel steel jangling sound, know that he came back, a heart finally put down, when the small fish into a beautiful meal, look at my father's face always overflowing with the smile of satisfaction, said the most rustic words "Eat more, eat more". From then on, fishing became his hobby for the rest of his life, until the end of his life. So far left me is my home lotus porcelain tank carp, every time I see them will involve my father's thoughts!
Father is that simple people, live simple, die also simple, did not leave any words, only two lines of turbid tears! Father is the first life I have ever seen dead life. My father took his last breath in front of my eyes, unwillingly! I could not believe that his robust body would collapse with such a crash and leave us. When my father went from a helpless patient, to a cold corpse, to a handful of green ashes, buried in such a small space, ending his usual life. I expect my father to ascend to heaven as soon as possible, reincarnate as soon as possible, and we renew our relationship!
So simple to think of you!
The realization of the selected two:
Father's love has no words, father's love has no boundaries. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Dad, can know your three daughters, not yet into the word, tears have wept ......
Remembering father tomorrow is the day of your death ten years of sacrifice, dear father, are you okay in heaven? (Boys domineering screen name)
My father has been gone for ten years, and his voice and smile are still as old as ever, y rooted in my mind. You are gone, but the thoughts and memories left your little daughter. Father, do you feel it, I miss you!
Countless times in the dream to see my father, you are still the old look, with a smile and stroked my head and said to me: "Silly child, not good to be sad, everything has Dad in, it's okay." Father, I promised you, will not be sad sad. But when I think of you, I can't help but burst into tears. If tears can construct a ladder to the sky, if thoughts can pave the way to the sky, I will walk straight into the kingdom of heaven and bring you back to my side.
But I know that this is impossible. I adored my father, and in my eyes, he could do anything. My father was born a landowner, but very young to join the revolution, is a retired cadres. He is 1.8 meters tall, handsome and elegant, knowledgeable, write a very beautiful hand of good characters, the family never buy Chinese New Year couplets, are his self-written. The family used to live in a bungalow with a front and back yard, a well was drilled in the front yard, and a bomb shelter was dug in the back yard. Fruit trees were planted in the yard, and my father often watered, cut, sprayed, and fertilized them; sometimes he even grafted apricot branches onto peach trees, and in the autumn season, the trees were full of fruits: pears, apples, grapes, and pomegranates; every year, they bore hundreds of fruits, which my classmates and neighboring buddies would often come to my house to taste. The ground is full of vegetables, cucumbers, tomatoes, celery, leeks, cabbage, greens and so on abound, the neighbors are followed by fresh vegetables. The father was very strict with his three daughters, but kind to his neighbors. It is the neighbors have any dispute, in the father's persuasion, will also dissipate.
My father favored me very much as a young daughter, and I still remember the white hairpin with red plum blossoms and crystal sandals he bought for me, which I wore in front of my buddies, and how proud I was to show them off. When my father came home, it was our holiday. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Ten years ago in May, my father fell ill. The days and nights in the hospital were like a frying pan, watching the life of his favorite person gradually decline, and his heart was torn to raw pain. In the end, we tried our best, but we couldn't keep our father. An iron fence, separating life and death, from now on, the world no longer have that call me "Minnie" people ......6 June 25, my father forever gone ......
Lost The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The world is separated from the world, cruel and helpless. I hope that those parents are still alive people, find some time to go home to see, maximize to do the duties of the children. We also have old time, we also have children, they are watching us, they are learning from us, never good to do regret things. I have no regrets about what I have done for my father. The only regret is that I would like him to live a few more years to fulfill the filial piety!
Dear father, I hope you are all right in heaven. Please pray for me in heaven!
Selected Reflections III:
Remembering my father
I was always unconvinced that my father had really passed away, and always thought that it was a long long trip, but day by day, month by month, and year by year I didn't wait for my father's return after all. (Words in praise of women)
Father - father - father -
Where have you been?
I searched the criss-crossed roads
I don't know from which road you have traveled far
I called out in all directions
but couldn't hear a single echo from you
Father - father -
Is it possible
that I want to meet you again
only in my dreams? (
Do I want to see you again
I can only gaze at you in the vision of my heart
Father, I can no longer see you on earth
There is no news of you on earth
Time passes so quickly, and now my father has been away for more than ten years, but every time I think of him, I realize that he had a very difficult time during the difficult years. The first time I saw him, I saw him in the middle of the night, and I saw him in the middle of the night, and I saw him in the middle of the night, and I saw him in the middle of the night. The strong love of my father still seems to linger in my body and mind. When I want to write it out but do not know how to use the appropriate phrases to describe, can only use this shallow, old-fashioned, straightforward words to tell the father of the earth like the heavy love of the drop.
I can't forget how my father struggled to support a family of eleven in the eyes of others; I can't forget how my father used his amazing patience to honor his grandparents, who were always sick, and to nurture his seven children who were not sensible and mischievous. What I can't forget is my father's helplessness in dealing with our family's failures in life.
My father's greatest wish was to see even just one of our seven brothers get out of the mountains and go to college. So in our long years of schooling. Lonely and helpless two old never just because of what happened to let us miss a lesson. But one of our uncompetitive guys never made father have the slightest feeling of pride, we did not let father's lowered chin up a little, when we all carry a hoe to do the oldest human work, I know that my father's heart is like in the year of the catastrophe since the painstaking management of the field but then full of barren poles as heavy. Responding to my father's long sigh. I think the father's heart must have grown a big stasis knot.
The father is a very strong father, his vision to see farther than ordinary people. In many children of the same age to carry up the stiletto coal mining can be timely to the father to reduce the burden of the time, his heart has sprouted a new idea, he wanted to let each of us have a skill, can have a light potential to support the family. So we took our father's earnest expectations, with the family even borrowed and put together the money squeezed out like oil around to learn the art. However, due to various reasons, we once again failed to meet the expectations of his old man.
Dear father, you are a very kind person, but we did not give you any compensation, and once again brought you great disappointment.
All the wishes are so far away, so indefinite, all the pay a moment can not solve the immediate difficult scene. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. There is a long period of time father ate and lived in the brick kiln, ate the salty cold food, sleeping wet damp quilt. It is not easy to field a few tens of thousands of brick blanks, father's face has a little red, who knows less than half a day, a torrential downpour, all the hard work for nothing, the father in the rain with a thin body, open full of cracks and calluses on both hands, holding the five-foot-long wall of billet with all its strength not to let the brick blanks fall down, but the water under the feet has not been more than the surface of the feet, and watched the brick blanks in front of and behind the body of the group of people fell down, has been to the irreversible! The situation was irreversible, but my father didn't let go. At that time, there were only two people, father and third brother, see this scene, the third brother rushed forward to help his father, said: "Father, can not be, count it." But my father looked at the brick blanks that had been turned into mud as if he were asking, and as if he was talking to himself, "No? No." But the hands have not left the shaky wall of a few feet.
That is not holding up the brick, that is holding up an expectation.
My father's head is sometimes held high, but I know his heart is hanging down; my father's body is thin, but I know his faith is strong. The father, my dear father, has suffered too much on the branches of your heart.
I envy those who pay on the harvest of the fathers, I envy those who ate the bitter for the sweet fathers, I envy those in the agricultural leisure time to gather together to blow cattle carry carry chess play cards fathers. This is all too far away from our father.
Coping with my father's tenacious struggle in the difficult years, I secretly vowed in my heart, I must make my father's old age in the future. But that day never came. A thunderbolt of bad news broke the dream that we thought we were going to be with our father for a long time, and he died of a heart attack on the brick kiln due to overwork.
It was the seventh day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar in 1992, the second day of the tenth month of the Gregorian calendar, a day I will never forget.
From this day on, I never heard my father's kind voice, and from this day on, I never had the warmth of my father's love.
In the days that followed, my mother did not let my father be treated in the same way as a dead person, she did not believe that a good person overnight, but close at hand, but no longer able to speak to the language, and even become an eternal parting of the ways. In those days, my mother always cried at short intervals while holding the rice and tried to make sure it was hot before feeding it to my father, one bite at a time. But my father couldn't swallow it again, and it spilled out of my father's mouth, wetting a large part of my pillowcase.
Mother said that her father did not lie down and let others serve him when he was alive, and she wanted to compensate him.
I don't feel sad that we have to hold up a side of the world from now on, but I only lament that my father didn't enjoy a single day of happiness when he was alive, and that he didn't tire us out for half a minute.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'd like to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'd like to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about. You have cleaned up the thorns on the way to our growth, and you have been the solid and warm support behind us. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do this. You said when our house is repaired, our brothers have become a family, you have to take a good rest. That day, you did not wait; you said when the family has no external debt, that day you did not wait; you said when we harvested the fall planting without shoulder, that day, you did not wait.
Your most simple wish for life has been transformed into a festival that can never wait.
Father, dear father
If
If
If
If
You won't
You won't
You won't
cope with your big and heavy love
Any words are so pale
I can only say
You're the most honorable and lovely person in my heart. The most honorable and lovely person
The heart of my son is the monument that records you forever
The feelings of the selection of four:
Remembering the father
Father's Day in June, in the sycamore flower pale purple bloom, in love with the silence of the heart's thoughts, dense with the affection that has been far away, once again, will be thankful for the deep feelings of overflowing with the memories of the sadness, so that the father of that former and the father of the everlasting heavenly people apart in June and five years ago that June. And five years ago, the June Father's Day, forever fixed in the heart of the wound that can not be touched.
June's flowers are still fragrant, June's sun is still warm, June's Father's Day is still full of warm blessings, bright stores, the daughter of the father carefully selected holiday gifts, fragrant restaurant, the son of the father in a cup of thanksgiving to the wine, the children's words of thanksgiving, the father's loud and gratifying laughter, echoed in the Father's Day this day in every corner and every piece of sky ...... everything in front of me is so familiar and as if so far away, everything around is so cozy and so sad; everything is surprisingly so like in five years ago every Father's Day, self and brother and sister together to accompany the father over the festival scene.
In a trance, I seem to see my father's kind eyes again; touch my father's calloused hands again; hear my father's words full of love again; see my father's satisfied smile again; feel my father's overflowing relief again, one scene after another, just like yesterday's events, but the light of day is so shallow that I don't know how to let my father leave us for five whole years! ......
Thinking sometimes like blooming roses, although fragrant, but also often have flowers thorns and deepest memory of the heart; the warmth of the past, but also often in the touch of flowers surrounded by the cold tombstone, only to understand that no matter how much the tears of miss, and never be able to melt the heart of the father of that strong attachment.
Father, this is a sound how familiar, how cordial name; father, this is a think of how warm, how intimate dependence; father, this is a melt great love without words, set strict love in a set, the spine of the family, the love of the harbor; father, this is a son and daughter inserted into the wings of the dream, with the expectation of love, to support children to bravely fly the great man.
Once upon a time how to expect time can be reversed; before how many times to fantasize that the father has not left; before how to expect to be able to again with the father in such a festival together nagging family, say things ...... (article readers: sanwen)
think of is so far away, as if in front of me again. In another Father's Day without my father, once again miss my dear father, miss my father's familiar voice and smile; miss my father's life of uprightness and integrity; miss my father as the backbone of the family, tough and never slacking off in the life of the silent payment of unrequited return; miss my father, love his wife and children, strict son to teach his wife, bright and open-minded and kind of life; miss and my father to share the joy of every moment together; Miss and father together through that year and that month those stormy every period of time ......
Miss father, thanks to my father gave me a living life; Miss father, thanks to my father to teach me to do people's reasoning; Miss father, thanks to my father to give me the grace of the depth of the words of great love.
In memory of my father, my father's love is like the sea, broad and tolerant; in memory of my father, my father's love is like the mountain, heavy and far-reaching 。。。。。。
The feeling of selected five:
Missing father
The time passes so fast,,, turn the father has left us a few years. I'm not sure how much I'm saddened by my father's departure at the time. I knew that my father's departure would be a pleasure for him, because he would not have to bear the pain of the body, and would be able to take his soul to another beautiful country, where I thought he would be able to find the beauty he wanted/the pleasure he wanted. So I dealt with my father's passing quite openly.
At this moment I somehow miss my father more and more, maybe it is selfish! My father left, I realized how much love \ how much care my father poured into my life, and how much I expect. I think it is a shame, to pour my life into the love of my father and what I have done? I think the heart a burst of sour, a burst of self-blame.
The father's life is bitter, from a young age, we know that the father is an orphan, never know who my real parents are, in order to pay back the kindness of the adoptive mother, paid a lot of hard work, but never a word of complaint.
My father is a very optimistic person, but I know how much pressure behind my father's smile, how much pain and suffering. The middle-aged father looks like an old man, all for the sake of our family ah! The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
I remembered that my father was so strong during his illness, and the pain of the disease relentlessly tormented my father, but my father never said a pain, until the last moment my father was still strong and did not hit the painkillers. The father's deathbed is not worried about us, and that a soft concern for our words. Let me feel guilty and lowered my head, no words but tears, my father raised me thirty years, this thirty years I have complained about him, I did not understand him, but my father has used his selfless love to tolerate me. The love my father gave me was like an ocean, but selfishly I never said thank you. I only briefly take care of my father for a few months, return to my father's love is not as much as a drop of water in the ocean, but my father is so satisfied, so pleased. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The eyes of my father when he left me I can not forget my life. I know there contains too much love, too much reassurance. I vowed that I would give my family a better life. Not only for my own sake, but also for the sake of my father to be able to live without worries in the other world.
I'm lonely and isolated on the road of life, father you know? In my sad and lost days without your understanding and love how helpless I am ah! Father I know, only your love is selfless, only your love for the daughter is no demand. You are gone, leaving the daughter is countless guilt and countless reluctance.
How many dark nights, I look to the stars. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I can. Father, at this moment I have grown up, but also to learn and understand the care of mother and family, especially your most most attached and rest assured that the little grandson! I will love him well on your behalf, father, daughter really miss you 。。。。。。
The original world all the sons and daughters can give their parents more love in their lifetime. It is because parents are the greatest people in the world. It's not good to stay guilty in the inner heart of the self 。。。。。。