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
Chapter one: there are many good people in the world. (01) met with good people. Hao Shoucai just passed away on New Year’s day in 1951. One day, mama asked me to send some clothes for my father. When he came to the office of the father of the south of Chengnan, he was talking to a comrade in the South (at that time, all those who wore grey cloth and the northern accent were honored as “South comrades” or “South cadres”). See me in
Time goes by, drop by drop, slowly and quickly. Sometimes, it slowly makes you almost forget. Sometimes, it quickly lets you out of guard. Inadvertently opened the calendar of the mobile phone, the three words marked below one day are coming into my eyes, so father’s Day is coming soon. Always thanks for father’s day, because father is the most important role in a child’s life.
From the moment the woman was born, it was a joy to the whole family, but the soul did not know what he was going to experience in the world, and her body could only make a cry of sadness and joy. Because of the weak mother, she can only do more work, but this is another way to play with the companions, her tender face, no fatigue and pain. Because of the laziness of the elder brother, she
The first Spring Festival after retirement was spent in Shanghai. The eldest daughter and son-in-law arranged for us to have dinner with our family in a restaurant. On the first day of the lunar new year, I took my wife and eldest daughter in the rain to see their parents and sister-in-law. The elderly parents and Ann Ming’s own automatic kitchen chef up a table of sumptuous meals. The family and the young are all together, so they seldom get together.
“The person who stole the shadow” is a warm and warm novel that awakens the memories of childhood and the inner dream. The fresh and romantic atmosphere and the gentle and touching story are intertwined with each other. There are tears of love, romantic love and friendship, and the most touching is my mother’s love for “me”. After “I” was sent home, my father said he was leaving. “I” thought “I” was not good enough dad.
The world is in front of you, but the one you love is behind you. The first time I heard Jane Eyre’s “look at it again”, I felt sad and stressed. Before going to bed at night, a single cycle, listening to listening unconsciously shed tears. “There were two people sitting in front of them, a bit grizzled on their temples, and they were looking at my back in a daze. A cup of fresh tea, a bowl of hot white