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.
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
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
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.
I was reminded of my father’s old house several times when father’s Day was coming. My father’s old house was built by his father when he was underage. The old house condense with his father’s hard work, acumen, joy and happiness, the mottle, the vicissitudes of the old house, the unusual past years, and the emotional stories of several generations, and the father’s most emotionally old house. I’m out of it
My impression of grandma was frozen in the summer of six years ago, and then no more. Grandma is an ordinary rural woman with a fat body and short hair. She loves the housework and has never broken her hands. There was a dirt road in front of grandma’s house. There were houses on both sides of the road, tile houses, a row of front yards, and a row of back walls. The road is very narrow, and the three people are crowded. There was a parasol at the corner of the corner.
Dear mom: Mom, did you get up at five in the morning and start working for a family early? Mom, you don’t have to, brother and I have been away for many years. You should take a rest. Mom, have you chewed up a steamed bun at twelve noon and started to work in the field alone? Mom, don’t do this. It’s bad for your stomach for a long time.
The winter of this year was strangely cold and chilly. It was the coldest winter in Jilin. It was the coldest winter in Jilin in recent years. There was no heavy snow in the south. It was just hot and cold. For such a cold winter, it is also necessary to sell fruits in cold weather to make a living.
My life for your arrival is a process from inner surprise to pain and to amazment. Now I am grateful to God for integrating you into my life and making us the mother and son of a lifetime. Recently, I often thought, “you are a precious gift which is not perfect but unique to me.” In 2009, as your body felt that you were there, my heart was pleasantly surprised and excited.
In August 2005, after retiring in Beijing, the two daughters lived in the house, about half past six every day, going downstairs to the garden of the community garden, jogging, walking, doing exercises, playing Taijiquan… Exercise for about an hour or so to go home for dinner. This is the habit I have been developing for a long time. I am still in the rain. One morning, when the sky was just beginning to dawn, I used to turn around and get up.
My father, he is a very high man. He kept a handsome man with long hair, and his white face was like a piece of white paper with ink and eyebrows. Even if he had these, he would not become a perfect man. Even if God created a face that looked like he had no flaws, he was nothing more than a mute.