A touching essay about remembering my father 1: remembering my father.
Author: Li Yingjun
(Li Yingjun)165438+1October 10 is the day when my father left us 18 years ago. The late autumn wind can't blow away our thoughts, and the golden leaves can't roll away our thoughts. Father, are you all right in that cold world?
18 years ago, my father left us forever, but I, my father's favorite daughter, couldn't stand by and look at his bed for the last time: my father left because I stayed with my father in the hospital for 10 days, only for one day. Although relatives comforted me: this is because your father loves you dearly and is afraid that you will be sad. And every time I think about it, I still can't help but burst into tears, which has become the most painful thing that I can never touch in my heart.
I can't forget going to the regimental headquarters to watch movies when I was a child in primary school. Because there are many people, I am small, and my father carries me on his shoulders. I am very happy, but I don't know if my father can see it.
I can't forget that I went to school a few kilometers away from home. Every rainy day, the road is muddy, and my father carries my bike and sends me to the road. hellip& amphellip
I can't forget that I went to work in a factory 10 km away from home. Every time I get off work in the middle shift 1 o'clock, I ride home to the bridgehead of the company. No matter in the bright moonlight or in the dark night, my father stood at the bridge and waited. My home is less than 200 meters from the bridge.
I can't forget my brothers and sisters who go to work to buy delicious food for my father. My father always said that he didn't like it. Naive, I always believed it, eating like a pig.
I can't forget my father, who has always been in good health. At the beginning of the year, he was discharged from hospital because of a cold and fever.1left us forever because of heart failure on October 9 165438. This unexpected blow shocked me: I did nothing for my father. I imagine how to honor him, buy him delicious food, and let him drink when he is old. Hellip& amphellip I really broke my heart: God made me lose my chance forever.
At the beginning, when I dreamed of my father in my dream, his kind face always appeared clearly in front of me. Every time I wake up, I have tears in my eyes. My father's old face, thin cheeks, kind eyes, loving words and loving eyes are always floating in front of my eyes. Hellip& amphellip Everything seems to be yesterday, but the passage of time tells me the fact that my father has left us for eighteen years.
Hateful illness has separated our father and daughter from each other, and made me lose my father's love prematurely. I hate and feel helpless. Just for the sake of my mother who is still alive, I will go home as much as possible and spend more time with her. I am no longer tired of her nagging, and my concern is no longer redundant. I just hope I can spend more time and do more filial piety, not just fantasy!
"I wish I could hold your warm palm as before, but you are not with me to take the breeze to Ankang." "Thank you for everything, supporting our family with your hands and always giving me the best." Whenever I hear this song "Father" sung by Chopsticks Brothers, my eyes will always be filled with tears, and my heart will gush with deep love: Father, I miss you.
Address: 7th Division of Xinjiang Corps128th Regiment Li Yingjun.
A touching essay on missing my father 2: Missing my father.
Author: a bowl
14 Next month will be the tenth anniversary of my father's death. I don't know how to express my memory of my father. Here I can only express my grief for my father with my narrative.
You haven't had many comfortable days in your life, and you have enjoyed many family happiness. Before you retire, you devoted yourself to the reform and development of the Party's education and to the compilation of local chronicles. You have devoted yourself to the education of the Party all your life, working hard, working hard and being aboveboard. In the summer of 2002, you were admitted to Xinxian Hospital because of a sudden cerebral infarction at your home in Xingren County, and transferred to a state hospital and a provincial doctor for emergency treatment. Your life has actually recovered, but it has caused language barrier and right hemiplegia. Shortly after you accidentally fell down at home, you died of a sudden cerebral infarction during your nap in June 5438+February 65438+April 2005, at the age of 75.
My father was born in Yachi River, qingzhen city (formerly Qingzhen County). Although my grandparents gave birth to thirteen sisters, in the end, only my father, my father and my aunt survived, and my father was the eldest in the family. All sources of income in the family depend on grandparents renting other people's land to maintain. After that, my grandparents had a little savings and opened a velvet silk shop in the local area, maintaining the source of life at home and my father's school expenses. Due to the poor family environment and the opium infection of grandparents, my father was admitted to Guiyang Normal University after graduating from junior high school. My aunt couldn't go to school because she was in foster care with relatives at that time, and my grandfather died soon. After liberation, Yao's father graduated from high school and was admitted to the provincial medical college, while his father was admitted to Anshun Normal College. After graduation, I worked as a teacher and teaching director in Qingzhen Hualong Primary School, Middle School, Guiding Normal School and Anshun No.2 Middle School. Soon after being transferred to Qingzhen, grandma died, and our family moved to Anshun No.2 Middle School with you.
196 1 year, due to organizational needs, you were transferred from No.2 Middle School in Anshun City, Guizhou Province to No.1 Middle School in Xingren County, Guizhou Province, where your father served as the teaching director and secretary of the party branch. At that time, my father was already the "pen" on the education front.
Since 1966, you have been transferred to Baling District Middle School, 22km away from Xingren County, as the principal and secretary of the Party branch. Soon, you were labeled as "capitalist roader" and "three-anti-elements" and were knocked down (even his father himself was labeled as "capitalist roader" for some reason). In Baling District, his father was dragged into the street by rebels for three days, day and night, with straw in his mouth or holding placards. His thin body was tortured by the rebels and he thought of suicide many times. However, you didn't. 1968, my father, together with other "capitalist roaders", was sent to a coal factory called Jiaodu, which is more than one kilometer away from Baling District 10, and was shut down for more than half a year. During his "reform-through-labour" in this coal factory, my father was much better than being criticized in the street every day, and even the rebels who managed them didn't give him much trouble. Because of the financial difficulties at home, I can't buy clothes, so I can make clothes for my children myself. Without a collar, it is not ugly to wear. Three sons wear them out, just like three young monks who become monks. Although clothes are ugly, they are better than clothes and pants. During the period when my father was criticized, he was called by the rebel to feed the cows and let the horses go, and became a cowherd. At this time, people basically forgot that his father was a school principal and party branch secretary who could write and teach. During this period, although his father's villains strongly encouraged the disabled and persecuted them inhumanely, there were also "good people" among the rebels, and the number of times to help his father decreased. From 65438 to 0969, the "Left-wing" troops (the so-called Zhang Lan Group) entered Baling Middle School, and my father was basically "reinstated as an official" and returned to his leadership position.
197 1 at the beginning of the year, father, you were ordered to be transferred back to the first zhongdan teaching director and secretary of the party branch in Xingren County, Guizhou Province. During your more than ten years as director and branch secretary of Xingren No.1 Middle School, you boldly reformed teaching, built a high-rise building and respected talents. In 1980s, in a college entrance examination, dozens of fresh graduates from Xingren No.1 Middle School were admitted to national and provincial key universities. To this end, the school and you have been commended by the Southwest Guizhou Provincial Party Committee, the state government, the county party committee, the government and the Education Bureau. In your educational work for more than 30 years, you can be called a student all over the world. In the late 1980s, 1990s and mid-20th century, you served as deputy director of Xingren Education Bureau, deputy director of Xingren Party History Office and deputy editor of Xingren County Records. In 1985, you were transferred to xiuwen county Dangshiban as the deputy editor of Wenxian annals, and in 1990 10, you were transferred back to Xingren. Do the teaching work in ethnic middle schools vividly, and your teaching concept has won the praise of all teachers and students. After retirement, you should apply to return to the Party History Office of xiuwen county to participate in the overall compilation of Xiuwen County Records.
Father, rest in peace. The wealth you left us is the quality of being a man, and your thoughts and morality will always be the story of us and the next generation.
Written on 2015165438+1October 24th.