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Ending of 800-word essay on father’s love

From the boat of father's love, it ends with waking up from a dream and wetting the pillow with tears, echoing the beginning and end. Past events sneak into the dream, indicating that the past events are unforgettable, and more profoundly showing that the imprint of father's love in "my" heart is indelible.

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It must have been an experience in my dream last night. I just woke up!

In the haze, my father and mother got up in the middle of the night to add mulberry leaves to the silkworm babies... Every year when the cocoons are sold, I always follow my father. After selling the cocoons, my father buys me loquats to eat...< /p>

I saw my uncle’s small fishing boat again. When my father sent me away from home to attend school and go to school, he always had to borrow my uncle's small fishing boat. He and his uncle rowed the boat to see me off. I brought rice to cook on the boat and slept on the boat at night, so I could save money on meals and hotels. We were not willing to go ashore easily, and the lesson of spending money to stay in a hotel was too profound. Once, my father and I stayed in the cheapest inn. I was woken up by bedbug bites in the middle of the night. My whole body was covered with big red bumps. My father felt so distressed that he called the waiter and opened the mat to let him see all over the bed. Crawling bedbugs and my bumps. The waiter said there was nothing he could do, either add some money and change to a better room. My father was tempted, but even though I was young, I already deeply understood the difficulty of my father making money. He usually saves to the extreme, and he refuses to spend even a penny of his money. Anyway, I have been bitten for half the night, and only the second half of the night is left, and he refuses to spend more money to change the house... I am in a trance and I am in a two-year world again. During the temple fair, I was extremely happy to be able to go and see this grand festival. I was very happy. I watched various actors rehearsing while walking and singing. Watching stilts walking, shrimp soldiers, clam spirits, bull heads, horse faces... Finally, the Bodhisattva in the temple was also carried out and accepted people's worship along the way. There were also many sellers of gadgets, including colorful paper pinwheels, cloth tigers, clay figurines, and bamboo flower snakes... After my father came home, he used a few pieces of glass and colored confetti to paste a kaleidoscope. This was the only thing I had in my childhood. It is also the most precious toy. The ever-changing patterns in the kaleidoscope must be my earliest inspirer of abstract beauty!

My father often said that if I want to study well, it would be best to work outside as a teacher in the future... The winter is too cold, and my classmates have frostbite on their hands and feet. Some girls from richer families bring them with them. Come to class with a foot stove, and step on the foot stove during class. Most students don’t have a foot stove, so they kick shuttlecocks to keep warm after class. The shuttlecocks become more and more exquisite in making, and shuttlecocks of various colors such as black chicken feathers, white chicken feathers, red chicken feathers, reed chicken feathers, etc. fly all over the yard. Later, my father actually bought me a rubber ball from Heqiao Town. I was very happy and my classmates were also very envious. When I go to bed at night, I put the ball next to my pillow. But then the ball deflated and I had to go to Heqiao Town to cheer up. I looked forward to my father going to Heqiao every day. One day, my father suddenly went to Heqiao, but he forgot to bring the ball. I found out and chased him with the deflated ball. I chased him all the way to Dong Shue Port. After chasing the ferry, I looked south and saw that my father’s back was completely missing. It was ten miles away from the bridge. I didn't dare to chase it anymore and went home crying.

I never miss class or skip school. When I was in junior high school, my father would carry me to school on heavy rainy and snowy days, and the road would be slippery. I would lean on his back with my schoolbag on my back and hold up a large, sturdy butter cloth umbrella with both hands. He tightened his trousers, put on a pair of deep spike shoes, lifted up the lower half of his cotton robe and tied it around his waist. The extremely long pink-green silk sweat scarf in his waist could be wrapped around his waist two or three times. It was still his mother's dowry when she got married. .

When I graduated from junior high school, Yixing County held the county-wide junior high school graduation exam. I scored a total score of more than 70 points, ranking third class. Although I am absolutely top-notch in school, when compared to others in the county, I am still far behind. To go to high school, you have to go to Heqiao to attend the county Eshan Primary School. Heqiao is a big town in Yixing. Eshan Primary School is right at the head of the town. It was the most famous county-level primary school in the county at that time. It had complete equipment and a strong team of teachers. Students within a radius of 20 miles were vying to attend it. Goose Mountain. Therefore, it was not easy to go to Eshan High School. I had to pass the competitive entrance exam, which I passed. To live in Eshan as a boarding student, you have to pay for meals, accommodation, tuition and miscellaneous fees, and books are also expensive, so your family sells rice and pigs, and you have to raise a lot of money every semester. Money was tight, but my family was willing to spend it all on me. I took the money I scraped together to pay my tuition fees and felt very sad. My father sent me to school and made my bed. When he came home, I secretly cried. This was the first time I cried with real sadness. It was very different from crying at home when I was acting like a spoiled child, when I lost my temper, or when I was fighting. It was a new taste in my life.

At the end of the first semester, I ranked first in the class based on the total score.

I was extremely happy, mainly because I could give my father and mother such great news. I took the report card signed and stamped by my grade-level teacher Sun Deru and stamped with the county Eshan Primary School seal and went home. I walked faster than usual. On the way, I took out the report card to read the important column again: All The class of sixty students ranked first. This was unexpected good news for my father. He then asked: "What about Zhu Zidao?" My father paid great attention to Zhu Zidao, who ranked first in the county general examination when he entered school. He knew that Zhu Zidao and I were in the same class, and I I replied proudly and quickly: "Tenth place." Teacher Miao Zuyao happened to be at our house, and he was also happy: "The bamboo shoots are about to sprout from the thatched nest!"

My only magic weapon is exams. I have never failed the exam, and I am going to apply for Wuxi Normal University again.

In order to save travel expenses, my father borrowed his family’s small fishing boat from my uncle, and he and I rowed the boat to take me to Wuxi. It was summer, and to avoid the heat, we set sail at night. My father and I My uncle took turns rocking the oar and let me sleep in the cabin. But I also couldn’t sleep well, because I was really aware of the seriousness of failing the exam, and naturally I couldn’t appreciate the poetic and artistic conception of a sky full of stars and a lone boat traveling slowly at night in a small river, with a clay stove on board. Cooking your own meals, the boat not only saves travel expenses, but also doubles as a hotel and restaurant. It’s just that our boat didn’t dare to park near Wuxi Normal University for fear of being laughed at by other candidates and parents.

God paid off and his son passed the exam. When I was sent to school, it was still the same boat, and it was still my uncle and father who took turns rocking the boat. However, when my father was not rocking the oar, he took the time to sew my quilt because my mother, who had been ill for a long time, could not give me any. Get your gear ready. I looked out from the cabin, and my father's back, bent over and mending, blocked my view. Later, when I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back View", the back view in the cabin became particularly obvious and will never be erased! Not only the back figure always appears in front of my eyes, but the awning boats written by Lu Xun are always so kind to me. Although the awnings on my aunt's boat are only shabby awnings, which are far less exquisite than the awning boats in Shaoxing, my uncle's little boat is so beautiful. The small fishing boat is still so kind and unforgettable... I wish I could use the pen in my hand to draw the small boat carrying my father's love!

To celebrate my passing the prestigious Wuxi Normal University, my father bought me a bottle of soda when he returned home from Wuxi. I thought the soda must be sweet and cold water, but when I drank it, it tasted spicy and spicy, which was too unpleasant to drink. The shopkeeper laughed and said, "When I live in the city and become a city dweller, I will like to drink soda!" However, I still don't like to drink soda.

It was my father’s highest expectation for me to graduate from the normal school and become a high school teacher. But normal students are like poor students, and the classmates all mock themselves like this. I finally transferred to the Electrical Engineering Department of the Industrial School run by Zhejiang University, which was extremely difficult to get into. Industry was the way to save the country, and at least my career was guaranteed after graduation. Fortunately? Unfortunately? Due to some accidental objective reasons, I came into contact with Hangzhou Art College and fell madly in love with art. At that age when emotions are like wild horses, for the sake of love, I did not listen to my father's advice, did not consider the future, and resolutely sank into the boundless sea of ??artistic suffering. Go ahead and struggle, go drink the bitter water of unemployment and poverty! I'm not afraid, I just don't want my father and mother to see their son down and out. I have envied orphans and prodigal sons who have no parents and no one to care about them. They only belong to themselves, they are the freest and bravest.

...When I woke up, my pillow was wet.