A letter to the late father
Dear father:
Another year of Qingming. It has been three years and five months since you left me.
Three years and five months ago that autumn, the weather was gloomy, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and my breath seemed to be a little short. Many things have happened in my life. Of course, the biggest thing is your death.
I went back to Wenzhou to visit you and your mother after a series of lectures. In fact, it was just an ordinary trip to visit relatives. Although you were ill for a long time, no one expected that the day after I got home, you left. In retrospect, you were actually waiting for me.
You have been ill for many years and lived on rice soup and egg soup for more than a year. But your vitality is really tenacious. You hold on to the world with your remaining strength and don't want to give up? Because there are people who love you. You are skinny, and your sparse white hair is messy and long. Mom complained that she couldn't find a master who would go home and cut your hair. I casually promised that I would come, in fact, I have never done a complete geography for anyone in my life. I cut your hair the other day. It's not going well, but you look refreshed. When I was born, you cut my first fetal hair. When you left, it was the last time I cut your hair. Life? Filial piety? That's about it.
The next morning, my mother called and said that your condition was very bad. I left the apartment in a hurry, and you have difficulty breathing. Your near-death state lasted for a long time. I'm sorry to see you struggling to breathe weakly. And then I told everyone to leave the room? I want one last chance to be alone with you.
? Dad, thank you for giving me so much love in my life. ? I lie in your ear and tell you gently.
? I will try my best to take care of my mother and this family. ?
? Dad, you are so tired. Close your eyes and sleep. You will go to a good place without tears and sadness. Don't worry, God will bless you. ?
Out of the corner of my eye, there is a cloudy tear. I finally know that you have been listening to me. I received your last blessing.
After I told you, I went to the outside room and left before I could put on my socks. No one wants to lose his father, but no one can keep him. I told you something else in this way, and my sadness was deeply comforted.
At the farewell ceremony of the body, the people in your unit made a well-intentioned life introduction. I feel strange and far away when I hear it.
No, this is not my father. It seems that the man who appears in this long biography is not my father.
But who is my father? If I had to pick up the fragments of memory, which one would float on the surface?
/kloc-in the summer of 0/980, I returned to Wenzhou from Shanghai for my first college summer vacation. At that time, I had lived in the big world of Shanghai for a year, and I began to see the metropolis fashion that a small town woman had never seen before. At dinner, I casually said that I wanted to curl my hair, but I didn't know where I could buy curly paper.
The next morning, I was awakened by a harsh sound. I got up and went to the backyard, only to find myself sawing a long bamboo pole with a blunt saw.
? I see, son. Your curly paper. ? You are sweating, and your face is a kind of happiness and satisfaction that I can't describe.
Your childhood was spent in a very difficult environment. Mom has told us many times that you, a miserable child of Fanshan, don't want to wear shoes and go to school barefoot. Growing up, we have been taught to live frugally. Buy an apple at home and cut some petals to share. In my childhood memory, almost no family went out to eat.
But one afternoon in my sophomore year, I just came back from playing volleyball on the playground and suddenly found you waiting outside my dormitory. You said your company sent you to Shanghai on business? What a surprise.
You took me out to dinner the other day and ordered two simple dishes, a plate of jiaozi. You can't bear to eat, just watch me eat a whole plate of jiaozi in one breath. There is so much pity and love in your eyes, which wraps me layer by layer and is infinitely warm. One night, you seldom talked, but kept sighing: the school food was terrible. ?
Later, I graduated from college and went to Beijing. From Beijing to Canada. Leave home again and again, and go further and further again. There are fewer and fewer opportunities to see you. Every time I come home, I find that you are getting old. Later, your movements became more and more difficult, and the recent memory maintenance time became shorter and shorter. I didn't have my own place at that time, so I will live with you when I get back to warm up. Whenever I go out to meet my friends at night, no matter how late, you will stand at the dark door of my house and wait for me to get home safely? Until you finally get bedridden. Looking back, I will still clearly remember the way you stood hunched in the wind, and your white hair was rolled up by the wind, which made you cry for your ignorance.
The love you gave me laid the coordinate system of my life. You have taught me tolerance, patience, sympathy, appreciation of every benefit of others, silence when misunderstood, anxiety when praised, gratitude for everything in life, and no false desire for what is missing in life.
Of course, you also taught me to use my real name on any occasion and honestly take humble responsibility for every word I write.
I am deeply grateful to God for giving me a father like you.
This Qingming, I came to Wenzhou again. This trip is both public and private. Privately, including sweeping your grave. In fact, I don't need to think of you when I worship my ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, because you have injected the password of your life into my blood forever. As long as I live, I will always take you. When my life dies, will you still live in my book with my words? I mean your spirit and blood.
Dad, although I can't bear to part with you, I know that one day, we will meet again, in a place where there is always spring, no tears and no sadness.
Your eternal daughter Zhang Ling.
The second part of the letter to the late father
The sky in Tomb-Sweeping Day is always full of haze.
Just like when we miss our deceased relatives, our hearts are always so heavy.
In the silent night, every intersection is brightly lit,
Every lamp is lit by our thoughts and burned by our thoughts.
I only wish the people we love more warmth in heaven.
Suddenly I feel that in this spring March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies,
We don't have the laughter of the past, but we are more disappointed.
At this moment, all thoughts are frozen into mourning and missing?
Dear father, are you okay in heaven?
At this time, the daughter can only pay homage to you in this way.
I hope this little fire can light up your whole heaven,
We'll be here with you,
So you won't feel dark and lonely anymore?
The third letter to the late father
Dear Dad:
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, you have left me 133 days.
It's almost Tomb-Sweeping Day. This is the first Tomb-Sweeping Day since you left me. Until now, I still can't accept the fact that you have left me forever. I visit you in the online cemetery every few days, and your voice and smile will always be imprinted in my mind.
Your son
Letter to the late father 4
Dear Dad:
Today is Father's Day, so you should be happy. You should be eager to bring the gifts you have prepared and run to your side. However, I didn't. I fell into extreme sadness. Because in six days, it will be your anniversary. Can I not be sad?
This morning, I saw that the screen of my mobile phone was replaced by a picture that made people feel warm, but I burst into tears. In the past, if I couldn't wait, I would send my father a card. At this time, I can only look at the pictures and feel lonely, lonely and painful!
Dad, it has been six years since you left us, but I will never forget your education. Your voice and smile are always in front of me. Every time I think about your death, I cry.
As far as I can remember, you are always strict. Are you strict with our brothers and sisters? Cruel? . But when I grew up for several years, I thought of you, but I couldn't let it go for a long time.
When I was a child, I used to think that your education didn't love us because of my naivety. I was scolded for quarreling with my friends outside, because I picked up a few eye-catching potatoes that were washed away by the rain on my way to school and took them home, because I handed tea to the guests with one hand, and you said that? Misunderstanding and ignorance may make you angry and bring you a lot of unhappiness. However, you never complained about us. When you grow up, you still don't know why your straight back is bent, why your father's handsome face is gaunt, why his black hair is gray, and for whom you have worked hard for most of your life. It was not until I became a family and a mother that I gradually understood your good intentions. The deep father's love in my memory has always been engraved on my heart, and I can't get rid of the deep regret that you were not around when I died. At this time, I deeply understand that it is a great regret in life to be filial but not have a chance. ? The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it but not close? . Many things in life have passed, but every time I think of you, my tears are wet.
I have read My Four Imaginary Enemies by Mr. Yu Guangzhong. The reason why the father in the article regards his daughters' boyfriends as imaginary enemies is because the father loves the mountains. Now think about it. Then will you have it?
How does it feel that Mr. Yu Guangzhong's daughter will be taken away? Do you have imaginary enemies, too? I think so, too. I just feel a warm current coming out of my heart when I think of it. I think all fathers have similar concerns. Of course, people with daughters are afraid that their cherished daughters for more than ten or twenty years will be taken away overnight by young men who jumped out of nowhere, while people with sons will be afraid of having sons.
What a wonderful and great father's love! A paragraph in an advertisement: when I was a child, my father's back was the mountain we looked up to; When we grow up, our father's back is our resting place. Yes, I used to have your support so that I wouldn't fall down when I was tired; With your harbor, I have a place to heal when I am injured. But now everything is a thing of the past, which really makes me want to cry.
Yes, father's love is a mountain, a mountain I look up to; Father's love is fire, which lights up the lamp I hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates my way forward; Father's love is the road, leading my life. With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life.
Everyone's father is unique, dad, you are the only one in my heart. If life can be reincarnated, I will be your daughter in the afterlife! Dad, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.
Today is Father's Day. If I can, I just want to whisper in your ear: Dad, I love you! This is a daughter's voice.
I am here to convey
welcome
Your daughter
The fifth letter to the late father
Father:
I don't know if it's red flag canal smoke or tears, and my vision is blurred. Dad, don't scold me for smoking. I just miss you.
I shouted from my dream that dad was going to wake up. In the dream, you are still so amiable, but you don't talk to me like before. You just gently stroked my hair, looked at me with loving eyes and finally disappeared. Although I cried, you never looked back. When I woke up with tears and saw my daughter lying beside me, I also looked at her with that kind of loving eyes, tucked her in the corner, bowed my head and kissed her gently. I know, when I was a child, you also guarded me like this.
It's three o'clock in the morning. I didn't sleep a wink that night. I lit two cigarettes, one for you and one for me.
Dear dad, I miss you so much. You have left me for seven years. I haven't forgotten you for seven years, and I will never forget you. In my blurred vision, I seem to see you again. I saw you holding my little hand with your big hand and taking me to school. I have been told again and again to study hard and miss your inculcation. I seem to see you bow my neck to see the lanterns again. I am tall, so I can see everything clearly. How happy I was at that time. I am the youngest of your three children, and you love me the most. They all say it's because of my smallest reason. I know it's not. You love me the most because I love you the most. You always said that I was going to sleep with my father in junior high school, and I was not afraid of jokes. I always answer with my head held high, not afraid. You always point at my little nose helplessly and call me a little villain. Mom is jealous of you! I still remember that I always liked to hug your neck and coquetry. When I drool in your face, you can only pat me on the head, then stick your beard in my face and promise me everything. Growing up, speaking of friends, I always don't object to his smoking, because I know it's because you smoke, too.
I kept asking you for it until you were ill in hospital. I know the feeling of love when I see that illness makes you weak. You didn't forget to comfort me when big tears fell on your hands. You said you were okay, not uncomfortable, and you were going to be discharged from the hospital soon. I cried even more. You tried to raise your hand to wipe away my tears, but you only raised it halfway and couldn't put it down. I shouted at the top of my lungs, but you never answered me again. After all, you are gone forever.
A faint ray of hot smoke came out from the CD-ROM drive. I wiped my tears, sighed lightly with a hint of heartache and nostalgia, and smoked a cigarette that had already been extinguished. It's dawn
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