Dear Dad:
Are you all right? I miss you so much! Unconsciously, you have left us for six years. In these six years, I miss you every minute, and in my mind, I always feel that you will come back. However, no matter how much I hope, I can't expect you back anymore.
I was devastated when I learned that you had passed away! One day, a living person went out, and the next day, news came that you had passed away. This is amazing! I sat down on the ground, tears dripping down and soaking my collar, and suddenly I was full of fear of the world. The guy who took your life, I will never forgive him in this life. He made me lose a good family and a good father!
Without you, it seems that the earth will never turn again; Without you, the sun seems to never rise again; Without you, the world seems to be no longer bright. Without you, grandma washes her face with tears every day; Without you, my mother will be sad all day; Without you, I am getting depressed every day. Composition
Day after day has passed, and you are getting farther and farther away from us. Even though time can dilute everything, it will never wash away my love for you. That fat, tall image will always stay in my mind, dad, don't worry, I will study hard and make progress every day! Will not live up to your expectations; I will certainly remember your earnest teaching. Although you are not with me, you will always live in my heart, and your noble sentiments deeply affect me.
"Special love, for special you ..." Although this song is not about family, it is enough to express my love for you. Today is Father's Day. That little paper boat carries a lot of love for you. I put it into the river. I hope you can receive my blessing in the kingdom of heaven and let my love warm your heart! Composition
Finally, I want to say to you: "I love you, Dad!" "
your daughter: composition after Jalynn's father died
after his father died, his father died, which was so unexpected.
at the age of thirteen, I threw myself on my father's body and cried bitterly. The pillar of my family fell down, and the sky seemed to fall, making the world dark.
with the help of my uncle, we buried my father.
for the rest of my life, my mother and I were lonely and poor, but it was hard to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. I don't know why, my temper became more and more violent.
One noon, I trudged home from school. My gloomy life made me uninterested in anything, and all I could think about was my dead father.
When I got home, my mother sat up on the kang and said weakly, "Come back, mom will cook for you.
"what? Haven't cooked yet? A nameless fire suddenly rose from my heart: "What have you been doing? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late?" In the face of my hysterical cry, my mother didn't say anything, just silently went to the kitchen and got busy silently. I ran into the house and threw myself on the kang and cried ... I don't know how long it took, and I was in a daze, feeling that my warm hand was touching me, and a long-lost feeling spread all over my body.
when I opened my eyes, it was my mother.
Her eyes were full of tears. When she saw that I was awake, she quickly turned her head to wipe away the tears.
"Mom, I just ..." "Son, I know you miss your father, but it's mom's fault that I didn't take good care of you.
"Mother couldn't help crying in a low voice any longer.
"Mom, I was wrong. Don't cry.
""son, your father has left, and we living people must cheer up. Do you think if your father sees you like this, will he be angry? " "Mom, I ..." "With your father gone, you are the only man in the family, and it is also all my mother's hope. If you are so depressed, mom really doesn't know what to do.
"The mother was in tears.
I looked up at my mother. My mother's eyes were full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father died, and my mother was as sad as me. No, she was more sad than me. My mother may not want me to help her share the sorrow, but I should share the misfortune of life with my mother. A broken heart should comfort a broken heart, but I neglected others and one in my pain.
"Mom ..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms ... I knew that after this crying, I wouldn't cry again. I would use my strength and strength to hold up a clear sky for my mother.
Author: Zheng Fu from Panying Middle School, qianan town, Tangshan, Hebei. Instructor: Liu Min, I want to write a composition to my dead father.
When my parents knew that I was a girl, they decided to send me away. I remember my mother told me that I was sent away overnight just after 5 days. Whenever I asked my mother about my date of birth, My mother always tells me: My biological mother seems to be talking about the second day of the winter moon. It seems that tangram_guid_1356868912 doesn't know whether they are too happy to remember or too sad to remember. My mother also told me that she didn't want me, but my father insisted on leaving me. My mother had a daughter and a son, and I also had a sister and a brother. At that time, my life was very poor, but also. Because my father is a hard-working family man, and my mother is a good wife and mother, but my father occasionally quarrels with my mother after drinking wine. Life is fairly calm. Until that day, the news of my father's death came from the coal plant, and my mother ran to the coal plant with her young brother in tears. My uncle in the factory told my mother that .............'s mother was suddenly stupid because of the gas explosion, and she lost her husband in an instant, and we lost her father. From then on, this family was broken. At that time, I was only 2 years old, and I couldn't understand my mother's pain of loss. After my father's funeral, my life was so bleak. My mother washed her face with tears every day, and she hardly had the courage to live. But what about our three brothers and sisters? My mother still gritted her teeth and survived, and the days were so long. But my mother was always a woman, and it was too difficult to support such a heavy burden. In order to make us live a good life, regardless of family opposition, my mother married a bachelor introduced by her neighbor. My mother thought that the future would be better, but I didn't expect that this was just a man who valued the house left by my father and the little savings that my mother had, which almost destroyed our family. Because of his laziness, selfishness and disregard for his family, we are full of resentment towards him. My sister stayed away from home and married in Zhejiang because she didn't come home for a long time. My brother dropped out of school because of poor grades, and I grew up day by day because of the strong support of my biological father and mother, and my mother hinted at me day by day. Why did my uncle menstruation have to pay tuition for every semester? At that time, I still felt so happy. I often show off in front of my classmates: I have two fathers and two mothers, so I entered high school under their silent care. However, when the party was full of hope for my future and I was extremely eager for my college career, I was announced: I can't study anymore. My biological father called and said: I must leave this home, otherwise his job and my brother's future? At that time, I couldn't figure out why my existence was related to my father's work and my brother's future. I was completely confused. In the end, I was ruthlessly isolated from my mother. My mother's heartbreaking pain also touched my heart. I was 17 years old that year. In these 17 years, my mother gave me the maternal love, care and warmth I needed. It has been 6 years in a blink of an eye, three years of living with my sister's family and three years of being far away from home. Don't know what you want? Whenever a person thinks quietly, I am so helpless, empty and lonely. I miss my father in heaven very much, you know? I'm really tired! So tired, so tired! You shouldn't leave your mother and let her suffer so much. You didn't bless her happiness and suffered so much. Dear Dad: Why did you leave me at the beginning? I think I have suffered so much in the world, and life is just like this. The ups and downs are meaningless. I don't want to forgive them, but the secular concept makes me feel sorry! Dad: What should I do? The reason why I don't want to live in the same city with them is because I'm afraid that resentment will erupt in my heart. I choose to stay away because I want to have time to calm down, but I can't deceive myself. I want to go to my mother's side, but I can't go against my biological father's wishes. What should I do? It's easy to die, and it's all over in a flash. I thought, I'm really broken and unable to live. If I can stay away calmly and without burden, I will choose, but I will owe my mother's family debt. I've had a hard time, really hard, enduring the pain of not being able to go home with my mother and being abandoned. Dad, can you share it for me? I don't want happiness, I don't want happiness, I just want my pain to decrease day by day. How can you promise me a small request? I can't criticize the unfairness of God, because now I am far away, I have found my own world and my own family, and God has given me the best man! An essay, writing about my father (deceased)
is my father, encouraging me to thrive; It was my father who helped me through the difficulties.
in my mind, fatherly love is not an earth-shattering event, but naturally emerges from little things.
it was a cold winter evening.
Dad took me home by bike as usual.
The strong wind roared head-on, and all the pedestrians on the roadside tightened their bodies. On the empty road, only Dad bent down and pedaled his bicycle with difficulty.
although my father stood in front like a wall, I was still shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.
in a short time, the snow raced down from the overcast sky.
"It's too cold. Find me a place to warm up first!" I said in a trembling voice.
Dad stopped the car in a hurry, touched my little hand and looked at the sky again.
"I'm afraid the snow won't stop for a while. Shall we hold on a little longer? I'll be home soon.
"With that, my father took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again.
I thought to myself, "Dad helped me keep out the wind, and I still wear so little …".
"The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger.
the wheels began to slip, and we were stuck in the snow.
I stood up, put my arms around my father's neck, and my hand touched my father's ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet.
it turned out that dad was so tired that he was sweating all over.
under the street lamp, the crystal dew on dad's forehead is snow or sweat.
Time seems to have frozen. I feel that after several hours, we finally reached the door.
Open the door and return to the warm and bright home.
at this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face.
It was a very unusual face: Qing Wu's lips, red ears, shiny nose and wrinkled face.
I found for the first time that my father has aged a lot.
I noticed for the first time that my father's head was surrounded by a circle of white hair.
for the first time, I realized that my father didn't care about himself for me.
I walked over and hugged my father's head tightly, filled with gratitude.
Later, whenever I think back to that snowy evening, there is always a warm spring current in my heart. New knowledge of history, parents passed away
After my father passed away, my father passed away, which was so unexpected.
at the age of thirteen, I threw myself on my father's body and cried bitterly. The pillar of my family fell down, and the sky seemed to fall, making the world dark.
with the help of my uncle, we buried my father.
for the rest of my life, my mother and I were lonely and poor, but it was hard to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. I don't know why, my temper became more and more violent.
One noon, I trudged home from school. My gloomy life made me uninterested in anything, and all I could think about was my dead father.
When I got home, my mother sat up on the kang and said weakly, "Come back, mom will cook for you.
"what? Haven't cooked yet? A nameless fire suddenly rose from my heart: "What have you been doing? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late?" In the face of my hysterical cry, my mother didn't say anything, just silently went to the kitchen and got busy silently. I ran into the house and threw myself on the kang and cried ... I don't know how long it took, and I was in a daze, feeling that my warm hand was touching me, and a long-lost feeling spread all over my body.
when I opened my eyes, it was my mother.
Her eyes were full of tears. When she saw that I was awake, she quickly turned her head to wipe away the tears.
"Mom, I just ..." "Son, I know you miss your father, but it's mom's fault that I didn't take good care of you.
"Mother couldn't help crying in a low voice any longer.
"Mom, I was wrong. Don't cry.
""son, your father has left, and we living people must cheer up. Do you think if your father sees you like this, will he be angry? " "Mom, I ..." "With your father gone, you are the only man in the family, and it is also all my mother's hope. If you are so depressed, mom really doesn't know what to do.
"The mother was in tears.
I looked up at my mother. My mother's eyes were full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father died, and my mother was as sad as me. No, she was more sad than me. My mother may not want me to help her share the sorrow, but I should share the misfortune of life with my mother. A broken heart should comfort a broken heart, but I neglected others and one in my pain.
"Mom ..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms ... I knew that after this crying, I wouldn't cry again. I would use my strength and strength to hold up a clear sky for my mother. The composition of the death of a loved one
The firecrackers in Le Ballon Rouge forever, amid the cries of relatives and friends, my father's coffin slowly fell into the grave, and my heart was full of tears at this time, although my eyes were no longer crying ... I thought of the bright red hydrogen balloon when I was sixteen years old more than once. Under the blue sky, the bright red balloon was particularly conspicuous. At the age of sixteen, I was thick with my father.
I have always prided myself as a poet among my sisters, but I don't know what words to use to express my feelings at this time ... My father has gone, and he has taken him to the world with him. Le Ballon Rouge has stung my heart, so I can't confirm this sudden change.