Everyone has their own companions in mind. They are people, things, flowers and others. She lay quietly in her heart, occupying a corner, supporting the brilliant life strongly, regardless of the vicissitudes of the world, or the vicissitudes of life. I haven’t written my mother for a long time. After my father left, I seldom wrote again. It’s been more than two years. My mother has changed a lot over the past two years.
The poet Kitajima once said, “father is a book, without gorgeous words, but has endless truth”. This sentence speaks of the thick and broad love of father. Tomorrow is father’s day. When father’s day comes, I decide to write something about my father. My father was born in 1930, 89 years old this year. His life is a life of sufferings and a hard life. My father was born on the ground.
I don’t know why, as I grow older, I like children more and more. Especially after retirement, they do not have to work and work hard. They are idle at home all day. However, there are different children in the family. Although we need to worry, busy and hard, it also brings endless joy to our old age. In the summer of 2006, when he lived in Shanghai’s eldest daughter’s house, little Wai Suntian
You grow up, I grow old with you. This sentence should be a contract between parents and children, but our father and son have agreed. I said goodbye to my mother that day. I said this, but I could say goodbye to my father, but you could not say that. Today is another year’s father’s day. I accidentally opened my cell phone. The old father’s back, the son of the innocent child,
Always lose something in life, will gradually understand, vegetation has its upsand downs, with its quiet landscape space, and also should bear the weight of the skin. Sometimes I really want to know why the moment we grew up in the wind. Those flowers, those sunsets, those pure clear time, those bright young youth, and sadness, what is through me
My father is an old man who is industrious and frugal and can never remain idle. Before retiring in the Shanghai suburb town wharf, carry the porter, carry the shoulder to carry on the back, load and unload the cargo. After retiring, I am not used to enjoying leisure at home. I am a temporary worker in a small factory canteen for bicycle accessories.
My father recently saw his father on Qingming Festival this year. I took my son home to my grandfather to sweep the grave. My father was just 70 years old this year. He had been working for a lifetime of coal mine. After retiring, he returned to his old home in the countryside. Because his grandfather was more than 80 years old, a man was in his home and needed children to take care of him. His father, as the eldest son, left his work for forty years without hesitation.
Father’s Day: a tribute to my father is father’s day in the past, I am quite fuzzy, because his father died early, concerned about this festival as mother’s day, father’s day this year is June 17th, I am still in the online search of the investigation, father’s Day is the third Sunday in June each year since. Is the father I think I should write something to remember my distant father. of
Author: Yi people lightly dance, if the mother’s love is compared to a comfortable bed in the family, then the father’s love must be the lamp on the bedside. The soft bed can make the child sleep sweet. Warm lights can make children feel more comfortable in their sleep. Most of the fathers are silent in love and deep in the heart. They are used to expressing their love and care for their children by action. In the three word, it is said,
She is the strongest woman I have ever seen. She is my two aunt, although she has gone west at the beginning of the year, but her strength will always be remembered by us. She was a miserable woman with a rough experience. Listen to grandma, my aunt had married five men before she met her. Every married woman was bad for her, so she remarried. But she never gave up pursuing her own happiness, though.
June 16th. Today is the first year of the new calendar you left. Time is really fast, for a year. Yesterday, I was still working 12 hours a day, busy at the wrap up meeting after work and busy after the meeting. Back home is the day Meng Meng, the night can not sleep. You are the one who lives forever in my life. When I mention it, I cannot help but feel sad and choked at the bottom of my eyes.
Many years ago, I read Zhu Ziqing’s “back shadow”, with a very young age. Until the old father, the years in his temples add a pen and a pen of the vicissitudes and white hair, until the father’s back no longer stand up, only to understand the meaning of Zhu Ziqing’s father’s back figure… The father in memory is silent, always busy, occasionally when he is idle, he will not say a word, laugh.
There are countless roads in the world. Now, for me, the most distant way is the world that leads to the father. I don’t know where my father is and where he is. I only know that my father’s love for me has melted in every inch of my life, every river and every river, and his love will continue to stay in my country and country. The wind in June was very light and soft, but it kept my mind in mind.
In the past few years, most of his wife had been living in Beijing’s little girl’s home. The daughter’s home is located in Chaoyang Road, ten Li Bao, far away from the work unit of daughter and son-in-law, CCTV. In order to let her daughter and son-in-law go home to eat hot meals and hot dishes, his wife insists on buying vegetables and cooking with sickness, and is willing to work hard. Every afternoon, his wife goes to his neighbor’s house for more than two hours.
After writing these words, I don’t know what to say. Countless threads of thought, like thousands of insects at the same time, the heart of the whole body is very sad. All grief and depression can not be cried out, unable to speak or shout. Embarrassing life meets awkward things and meets awkward season, so there is an awkward heart. Real pain can only be confined to the heart. No one can share and help.
A letter to my old father, dear father: Hello? Father’s Day is coming soon. I wish my father a happy holiday first. Good health! Whenever father’s Day approaches, my heart is always full of a deep feeling. It makes me warm, firm and progressive. This feeling is like a thick ink, and the Xuan paper is blooming in a faint circle, rendering my endless gratitude.
I was in Tibet for fifty years – Chapter 1: the good people in the world are many (01) met the good people Hao Shoucai on 1951 New Year’s day, and one day, mama let me go to give my father some laundry. When he came to the office of the father of the south of the city, he was talking to a South – down comrade. At that time, all the people who wore grey cloth and the northern accent were honored as “South comrades” or “south”.
I am always afraid of jokes. I always think of children when I think of them. Although sometimes, this kind of miss and happiness is one-way. She is a young child, she is always on the way to the life she is eager to look forward to, I always look at the back, looking at her once turned and getting smaller and smaller, the fear of the eyes always think: children, go slow
In February 2006, two daughters were pregnant for more than six months, and the abdomen was obviously raised and growing. The old wife, the old lady of the eighth floor, helped to make small cotton padded jacket and small cotton pants. After dinner, the most popular and most concerned topic at home is how to feed children. The residence of the daughter and the son-in-law is from the center of the work unit