There is a kind of love, silent and serious, which is often impossible to elaborate at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. Boundless.
Father loves nothing. It turns out that father's love is speechless, but it has been hidden too thick for too long. Only in this way, when it blooms inadvertently, it is so gorgeous, strong and thick, penetrating into the blood and has a long history. ...
Fatherly love, hope to see. Like a mountain, its head stands tall, like a stream, with true feelings flowing in its heart. My love is more like an ice lamp, warming my life! ?
There is one person in my life who loves me the most in the world. Because it is Father's Day, I invited my father to dinner at noon. During the dinner, Aunt He (my stepmother) said, "Your father has a sore arm now, saying that he washed your diapers when you were a child ..." I quipped, "It's right to wash your little lover's diapers." There was a sudden silence in the box!
I immediately smiled: "Liu Yong has a classic saying: the daughter is the little lover of the father's last life, and the son is the little lover of the mother's last life."
Then the younger brother shouted, "Isn't this a mess?" This family was lovers and rivals in their last lives, and I can't figure it out ... "I thought it was funny when I first saw this, but I couldn't help but stay when I thought about it." Isn't it? Is it really similar?
If you are a father, how do you feel about loving your daughter? Spoiled and cherished like a baby, there is a feeling of not giving up. When my daughter grew up to be a wife, my father lovingly sent her to the red carpet. With tears in his eyes, he couldn't help pointing to his son-in-law and saying, If you are the apple of my eye, I will tear your bones to pieces.
If you are a mother and your son is the apple of your mother's eye, you are eager for your child to grow up as soon as possible and treat him as a child forever. You are willing to devote your life to him. You and your daughter-in-law are as close as sisters, but as bad as rivals. You are jealous. Many performances, associated with the previous lover theory, seem to be really reasonable.
I think of the feelings between my father and me, which seems reasonable. I haven't seen my father for nearly half a month. Before dinner, my father and I talked about outward bound training, and my father happily praised: cohesion, combat effectiveness, team spirit, uh-huh, uh-huh, it should be (my father's demeanor of leading cadres immediately appeared)! When my father saw the massive purpura on my knee, his face became dignified and he asked nervously, "What's the matter? How did it happen? Why not be careful? " I also asked Aunt He to come and see (the wife I introduced to my father). I smiled and said, "Dad, it's okay. You are not ignorant. Purpura is a common occurrence for me. When am I not blue? "
Dad scolded lovingly: "You girl! You go to see a doctor at once. Thrombocytopenia will become leukemia, and stomach diseases should be less drunk ... you just don't take good care of yourself. "
I remember that I was ill in hospital that year. The morning before the operation, my mother arrived in the ward before my father. My mother asked me to comfort me. I smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of minor surgery." But when I saw my father's figure appear at the door, hurried to my bed and said "Be strong, girl", I cried loudly. After the operation, my brother and mother asked me, "A minute ago, I said I wasn't afraid. How can I cry like that when I see my father? "
His father's demeanor as a leading cadre leads him to speak strictly and not express his feelings at will, but his love for his children is unknown and hidden in his heart! The most communication between us is study and work, but even so, it can't erase my father's love for me and my reverence and love for my father. I remember when I was a child, my brother always complained to my mother that "dad just likes his sister better."
Ordinary fathers have no rhetoric, no flowers and romance, only one sentence of love. I am glad that there is a man in my life who loves me the most in the world. Dad, thank you!
My father is one of millions of ordinary working people. He has no shining aura, but he has the most simple and sincere feelings.
Father's temperament is very open-minded. He likes drinking. Because he loves wine, he brews dozens of jars of winter wine at home every year. Father drank a big bowl and a small dish of peanuts, and he drank it with relish. People generally don't thank their father in person for helping others, because he knows that he is addicted to alcohol and is ready to invite his father for a few drinks at any time, so even if he loves him, he won't say thank you. Father also likes to make friends, and friends think he is generous. Mother often complains: "None of them belong to relatives, but there are a lot of relatives and friends." Father has many friends, and when they get together, they enthusiastically persuade them to drink, which is also a big bowl. He often gets drunk with his friends and occasionally vomits when he goes to bed. Mother quarreled with him about wine. Another reason why father and mother quarrel is that father doesn't like mother to settle accounts with him. Because the family is poor, my mother takes money very seriously, and every sum of money must be clearly in and out. And my father thought, "as long as I don't spend money indiscriminately (as long as I have some money, my father is still very generous), why bother to calculate?" If you use it, you can use it, and you can earn money back. "
If his father's hobbies and temperament are his shortcomings, then his advantages are the most basic diligence and kindness of a working people and the most basic care for children.
My father suffered a lot from childhood. In the 1960s and 1970s, he was the main force of rural cooperatives. Because his grandfather died early, teenagers began to bear the burden of family life. When I was a child, my father burned charcoal and picked it up in the mountains. With the seeds of labor, he is hardworking. After the married child grew up, he planted more than ten acres of rice at home. Every year when harvesting, my father is as tired as a camel. My father is also a rickshaw puller. I clearly remember that scene: my father dragged a cart of millet with both hands and pulled the cart with a cloth rope on his shoulder. He leaned forward with difficulty, his legs slightly bent, and his feet slowly moved forward. Every step he took, the muscles on his face and neck twitched nervously with his whole body. Sweating like rain, we pushed back desperately. Every time I see my father's bent back, my heart can't help worrying. Father has paid too much for his children and his family! Whenever I see my father pulling his own plow to various villages to earn low labor remuneration for others (sometimes not), I feel sad for my father's fatigue! Whenever I hear my father often selling "steamed bread-steamed bread-"outside, I admire his diligence and speechless! The father does all this for his children except help others intermittently.
My father's two children love reading, which is my father's hope. He works hard to earn his children's tuition. As long as the child is promising in the future, he will be willing to suffer and be tired again. Because of the weak foundation, families are often stretched and unable to make ends meet. Rich families will discriminate against poor families. For the huge tuition fees of children in colleges and universities, fathers have to turn a blind eye and repeatedly reach out to borrow money. In order to talk about credibility, they often borrow money from their employers and pay it back to their families, 2000, 1000, 500, 300, 200-there is no fixed figure. My father will also buy books for children. Seeing that I like singing, he bought me a concert in China, and I was so happy that I flew into the sky. When I was working, an old xylophone of a boss named Xiao was asked by my father to come back to me. I played "Duo, Lei, Mi, Wow-"all day. Surprisingly, I compiled my favorite pop songs with these simple music scores. When I visit a friend's house, my father will bring back novels and magazines that my friend has read. My father's caution moved me. Father seldom beats children, but he always influences them with kindness.
Now, my father is in his early fifties. For various reasons, he and his mother are still in a foreign land, and I have been thinking about them. Father is still more concerned about children, often calling their children and expecting their calls. I know, my father loves us very much! He misses his children's words and deeds. A child should not disappoint his love, but should reassure him. Children should not put off filial piety and care because of their busy work and life. Children should not let themselves leave any regrets and regrets! -because the vicissitudes of life are changing.
My father used to be a helpful person. When children were young, he often liked to watch social faxes, news broadcasts and other factual reports. In my impression, he not only loves his children and his family, but also always cares about the troubles and happiness of others. What he often talks about is: "A person has been for decades, so why haggle over every ounce?". Try to help others where you can! " Now, he always tells me on the phone to get along well with colleagues and friends, to love students and to work hard. ...
My father is ordinary, but he is the greatest father in my heart; Father's emotion is the simplest, but it is the most sincere and touching emotion in the world.
My family name is Liu. The pronunciation of "Liu" and "Niu" here is different. My father's generation called him Niu Lao more. He left his father when he was eight years old, so I have never met his grandfather. At the age of twelve, my grandmother remarried, and my father took on the heavy responsibility of forming a family. At the age of eight, he was lucky enough to study for six months. His grandmother (that is, my great-grandmother) said that children without fathers read what books, children with fathers don't read, and his grandfather (my great-grandfather) can't say much. In fact, his grandfather wants to read to him. Great grandfather's surname is not Liu, but Zhou. After my great-grandfather died, he came into my house and gave birth to a girl, my third aunt. My father doesn't like his grandmother, but he is very close to his grandfather and admires him the most. This old man once fought hard in green gang for three days and nights, and laid several docks on the beach. It was Zhou's grandfather who bought land from Shanghai and settled down, so he became a single-family family.
When he was thirteen, he didn't know how to make his grandmother angry. His grandmother drove him away with a stick. He ran all the way to his grandmother's house, and his grandmother chased her all the way to her own house, seventeen miles. After coming back, his grandmother left in a short time. It is estimated that this is the farthest distance that the grandson has been driven by his grandmother in the world, so he and his ten-year-old sister are left at home. Sixty or seventy acres of land depend on him. It was at this time that he inherited his grandfather's skill of mending pots and baking bowls. Shanghai brings some money from time to time, and the days are enough. However, one night this winter, several guests came to the house, tied up three people, old and young, and took away all the valuables at home. My father's eyes were blindfolded but not tight, and I clearly saw an acquaintance. After these people left, he told grandpa that grandpa told him not to tell anyone, just to say that he would not be killed. Because his grandfather was over 70 years old after all, he couldn't resist a single-family family and didn't want to bring another disaster, so his father didn't name his acquaintances until his death.
I don't know how a teenager managed dozens of acres of land in an orderly way, and he actually praised my mother's second uncle and asked my grandparents to marry my mother to my father. My grandfather's home is outside the East Gate of Huai 'an, but the prestigious Jijiamen is a fertile ground. Many generations are famous for their kindness, and no one has ever been involved in a lawsuit. When my mother was eighteen, my father borrowed a donkey to take her back. My mother has never studied in her life, never said a wrong word, never wore an inappropriate dress, clean and helpful.
My father is neither tall nor white, but he is handsome. My second sister is with my father, although beautiful, but not white. My sister and mother and I are both white, and our hair is light yellow. So is my son today. Of course, my second sister is the only one who enjoys being born with a broken needle. A broken needle can be eaten for months.
Father's life can only be described as "hard work". At the age of sixteen, he pushed a wooden wheelbarrow to Banmen dozens of miles away to do business. When he went, he brought back a bag of rice and exchanged it for a car full of radishes or kohlrabi. Once he came back, it snowed heavily, so he put the snow on his feet to make skates, and the sandals became skates, and his blood froze-
In his spare time, he took over the burden of his grandfather, mending pots and pans for others village by village, and learning carpentry skills. He firmly believes that if he has skills, he will not starve to death. After joining the club (the people's commune was called joining the club at first), life was very hard. Father went to buy trees after work, and when he came back, he widened the saw board with his mother to make dice (waterwheel chain), forcing him to train his mother into a master and a half carpenter who widened the saw board. I have supplied scorpions to several communes and even Baoying in other counties. With a pack of cigarettes and a braised pork, it's very simple. The captain can't see his father getting rich. At that time, the captain was so powerful that he abruptly changed the production into a team industry. Unfortunately, he went bankrupt in less than a month.
My dad was smart and immediately switched to radish planing. The plane he made by himself doesn't hurt his hand. A broken washbasin can be made of five or six pieces of iron, and a piece of wood will be successful, so someone else's broken washbasin can be replaced with little help from his mother. A plane can be used for two or three years, and several surrounding communities are counting on my dad's plane. Fortunately, one plane can manage several families, and my father is not too tired. Life is enough. ...
My father seldom laughs, but in fact he can't. A * * * gave birth to eight children, the oldest of whom fell into the water at the age of four. Today, my sister is actually the second child. What's the name of the third child? What's wrong with locking buttons? Second sister is actually the sixth child, and I am the seventh. I also have a little sister below me, who also fell into the water at the age of five. At that time, there were no families with old people and children, and children were worthless. In the wild cemetery, I don't know how many children's bodies are kept by dogs all the year round. As long as I can remember, my mother's stomach has been bad, and my father is really tired, but he silently bears everything. ...
Father's happiest smile is 1979 autumn harvest, dividing fields into households. Maybe this is the first time he has thousands of kilograms of rice. Sweaty dust can't hide his heartfelt smile, and that rare smile remains in my mind. ...
My dad hit me once, very hard. I was only seven years old, and the girl at home was one year younger than me. I spilled thin mud on her pants and she cried first. After our child left, she ran to the river to wash, and when she came home, she was all wet. Her grandmother asked her, and she said I pushed her into the water, so she complained to my father. Father conveniently folded a wicker from the side of the road, and I was enjoying it. Suddenly he was whipped and jumped up, especially when seven or eight red marks were left on the little ass. Fortunately, one of my cousins is here, but I dare not mess with any children anymore.
My father smokes, but he has never been seen to drink. Later, his generation told me that my father didn't drink enough. It is said that he stopped drinking after he joined the club. My cousin enjoyed a little wine at home. My mother takes good care of it. My father's clothes are clean and tidy, but the material is not good. He doesn't care. He always said it was great to wear clothes before the age of eight. Indeed, before he was eight years old, his family conditions were not generally good.
We three brothers and sisters never go to other people's homes for dinner easily since childhood. My parents always said, "People can live in poverty, but they must not live in poor products, which people look down upon." Neighborhood conditions are good. The man works in the reclamation bureau and has a child. The woman sleeps until noon every day and plays cards in the afternoon. One winter, she ate almost a pig by herself. My family always cooks three meals a day, and we hardly see her cooking. Now think about it, it's because parents are afraid of our greed. My father was so proud that he contracted the buffalo and dozens of acres of mistletoe fields in the team and built a river dam. At home, he keeps sows and piglets. I don't know how much longer he can sleep In junior high school, I always took my classmates home to help pick mistletoe leaves. When spring silkworms went up the mountain, they ate like crazy day and night, so my parents didn't have time to sleep at all. ...
My father is very generous. The fish I have worked hard to catch can be given to my neighbors, relatives and friends for free. Some people come to my house when they think the relationship is ok, and my dad has to buy food and drink. So is mom. She often leaves old people from poor families at home to cook and serve, which makes many old people feel embarrassed to come to my house. I wonder how many people still remember the winter at that time. Our feet are all shoes made of reed flowers, called hair nests, plus boards and legs, also called clogs. Many children's hair nests were made by their parents who stayed up late under kerosene lamps, and then they stopped wearing them, forgetting that my parents' hands guarded their tender feet in winter-
Father once smiled happily when he was leaving us. He is very strong and can walk without difficulty. Finally bedridden, he didn't want to stay in the bedroom, but wanted to lie in the main room. This is the first and last time I carried him out. He smiled happily and said, "I was finally taken away by my son." I held back my tears and gently put him on the bed ... Today, I still can't believe that my tall father is so light and weightless in my arms!
My father was wronged once in his life and almost killed my family. The grain of the production team was stolen at night, and the people who stole the grain United and said that my dad colluded with others to steal it, while my dad worked as a river worker in Siyang, a hundred miles away. At that time, there was already my sister, and everyone else was limited to 20 Jin of soybeans or rice, and my mother gave birth to my sister. The production team only gave 20 Jin of moldy sorghum, which could not be eaten at all. My mother digs wild vegetables in the field every day and doesn't even dare to put more salt. My sister, who is a few months old, has no milk and can eat a bowl of radish at a meal. My mother has been questioned, and two girls are starving. I don't know. Well-intentioned people quietly told my father that his father went home overnight and even prepared to kill someone. In his mind, this is not bullying, but simply preparing to kill my family. When I got home, I took my mother to see Chinese medicine. The diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine is that I need to eat something nutritious, but my mother is starving and doesn't want to tell her grandparents. She is too hungry to walk, and her face is still white and reddish. Traditional Chinese medicine calls it "cosmetic tuberculosis". Just when my father came back, the vegetable thieves knew what those people had done and lifted the cruel "sanctions" against my family. Actually, it's the fate of my mother and my sister. Father really felt the taste of a single family!
Father likes reading books, and I still often wonder why he has read a lot of books only six months after he went to school. I don't know where he came from, Four Great Classical Novels. What other books are there, such as The Legend of the Tang Dynasty under the Moon ... You can also recite thousands of words, the doctrine of the mean, the university and so on. When I was very young, I was taught many traditional Chinese characters. I always like to hold a book when I am free, and then tell us stories in the book at night. In this small fishing room, what attracts attention are some books and his cheap reading glasses.
Learning to ride a bike in your fifties is the need of doing business. He didn't like it long ago, saying it was dangerous. As early as during the war, one of his cousins (we call him Uncle Gun) has been riding a gearbox made in Japan. His father did it once and fell into the river. In his fifties, he learned to do business in the market. Many people find my father very interesting. When I saw him riding a bicycle, I was surprised at first, then I laughed and watched him stagger along the dirt road in the country.
My mother said I was a monkey and couldn't sit still. I have never worked in that unit safely. I resigned as the director of a small factory and was angry with me more than once or twice. My father doesn't think so. He thinks that a teenager should do what he wants, but he always quarrels with me about getting married. I don't know what happened. At that time, I didn't want to talk about marriage at all, and even wanted to become a monk. I think it's good to be with the ancient Buddha. My father called me a disobedient son, and he said there are three kinds of unfilial. If I don't get married, our family will no longer be a single-family family, and there will be no more. What he never dreamed was that I was still single after he left this world.
It was June when my father left. He never eats popsicles. In the past few days, he had to eat them every day. His fever made him very uncomfortable. He stopped eating popsicles the day before and was still in high spirits. I felt sorry for my mother all day, but I told my grandmother that although he was a son, he had to go first ... In the evening, he said that he really wanted to sleep, so that everyone would not disturb him and spend the night quietly. Wake me up at dawn in the morning and let me make breakfast. Hurry up. No sooner had I finished cooking in the kitchen than I heard him call me by my scientific name instead of my real name. He hardly calls me by my scientific name all his life unless he has been to school. I called my distant cousin to dress him. As soon as he got dressed, he couldn't open his eyes and struggled to leave a few words: "Be filial to his mother ... get married ..."
In an instant, my father has been gone for 20 years. He is just an ordinary father who is easily forgotten. More stories tell that when I took my son to visit the grave, or on his Memorial Day, the little guy asked about his grandfather. Once, the little guy who visited the grave in Tomb-Sweeping Day complained to his grandfather that it was his grave: "Grandpa, you only hit my father once in my life, and he hit me three times ..." Yes, it was that time, but it was forever. Make a never-damaged navigator for my life ...
I never envy the magnificent life of those successful people, but I envy my father's ordinary life. Looking back, there are many memories blooming in my heart like flowers. I only see the snowflakes in the depths of my memory, which are warm and moving in my heart and explain my father's ordinary life but extraordinary father.
My father is a very ordinary father, taciturn, perhaps after years of hard work. The burden at home made my father's temples gray, and the back of his hand was as dry as the bark of an old pine tree. A series of holes had been cracked and a thick layer of calluses had formed on his palm. But it is such an ordinary father who interprets the most extraordinary love with his own actions.
That night, it was snowing outside the window. I walked on the snowy road with different shades and saw my father standing in the distance looking in all directions. His father's figure appeared abrupt and bright in the snow. When I approached, he looked at me in front of him and smiled happily and contentedly. The evening breeze blows gently, snowflakes fall with the wind, and there are patches of snowflakes on the skirt. Father pushed up the car, pointed to the back seat and motioned for me to sit in the back. I sit on it, and he wants to go by bike. He paused, as if feeling uncomfortable, and then stopped. He hurriedly took off his coat and let me put it on, and then got on the bus. He rode carefully and laboriously, holding the handlebars red with cold in both hands and bending down.
Suddenly, the car lost control and fell into the snow. I screamed. Father got up at once, and before he could pull the car up in the snow, he quickly got up from the ground and pulled me into his arms. I only heard my father's trembling voice: "Daughter, don't be afraid, Dad is here!" " "My eyes are moist, and with the falling snow, I hold it in my father's arms." Is it cold? Is it very cold? "The father asked anxiously. He tightened his cloak over me again and held me in his arms. At this moment, although my body is cold, I feel great warmth. I can clearly see that a deep red flower is blooming in the white snow, along the palm of my father's hand, revealing the color of blood. This big red is breathtaking and deeply shakes my heart. His wound is bleeding, but he doesn't care at all, just frowning tightly: "Are you hurt? Without waiting for my answer, he said anxiously, "I was worried when you fell off the car just now." "If there is any injury, you must say it, you know?" I nodded heavily. "It's okay. I'm fine. I'm not hurt. " "It's you, your hand is hurt!" After that, I helped my father walk home step by step in the snow.
My father's life is ordinary, and he is also an ordinary person, but no matter how humble his position is, that father's love is never humble, but extremely great. In my ears, my heart is always filled with the phrase "don't be afraid, dad is here!" " "
Ordinary Father Prose 5 Our father is ordinary because he has no outstanding external advantages and no prominent family background.
Our father is very ordinary, because he has no special skills and no extraordinary talent.
Our father is ordinary, because he has no great achievements to praise and no impressive achievements.
Our fathers are ordinary, because they are out-and-out farmers, and they are just one of thousands of farmers in Qian Qian, China!
At the same time, our father is great; Because he gave us a wonderful life!
Our father is great, because he gave us meticulous fatherly love!
Our father is great, because he propped up a growing sky for us!
Our father is great, because he raised us with hardworking hands and sweat!
Our father worked hard all his life, facing the loess and facing the sky! They are out-and-out farmers, they are plowmen, they are the lowest ordinary people in this society, and they are the old farmers who are most despised by some people who think they are noble.
However, we should not feel inferior for them, but should be proud! You should respect them with your heart! Perhaps, they have never been to a big city, enjoyed any delicious food or worn any brand-name clothes in their lives. However, they are the greatest fathers and the most ordinary farmers. They created an extraordinary world in the ordinary world!
The yellow rubber shoes on their feet are the most beautiful scenery in society! The rags and trousers they wear are the most beautiful fashion in the world! The thick calluses on their palms are a badge to witness the greatness of workers! Their stooped figures are the most upright and stalwart souls in life!
Father is a book, a thick book, a book as thick as a mountain, which is worth reading and feeling all our lives. In this book, they taught us not to be artificial, to be kind, to have a moral bottom line, to be frugal, and to work hard to get rich!
Our father leads a hard and busy life every day. Except for illness, rain and snow, almost all of them are busy in the countryside and hard in the mountains. Unlike others, they can play mahjong bored, go fishing leisurely, and even go to the teahouse on the street to make a cup of tea. They only care about their farm work and their wives and children. Today, I understand now that this is the greatest love in the world and the most selfless love in the world.
As we get older, our parents' waists are more bent. Wrinkles and white hair have witnessed the ruthlessness of the years, and diseases and aging afflict them! How long do you think our parents will stay with us? In a person's life, how many people have thought about how much time they have to repay this kindness after experiencing the selfless efforts given by their parents? Perhaps, we should sing like lyrics; Find some time, find some leisure, and often go home to see. ...
It is said that there are two kinds of convertible people in the world: the taker and the giver; There are two greatest loves in the world: fatherly love and maternal love; There are two things in the world that cannot wait: doing good and filial piety. These three famous aphorisms linger in my mind. Meditation tonight, my long-lost heart prompted me to write this diary.
Perhaps, this sentence written above is our father, ordinary and great, simple and trivial, kind and strong, humble and small, hardworking and poor. Although they live an ordinary and simple life, they give us great love and strength in ordinary life. This is the most beautiful family in the world. Although you can't see or touch it, you will understand its value one day.