Dear Dad:
How are you? I miss you so much! Unconsciously, you have been away from us for six years. During these six years, I have missed you every minute. In my mind, I always felt that you would come back. However, no matter how much I hope for you, I can never hope for you back.
The moment I learned that you had passed away, I collapsed! One day, a living person went out, and the next day news came that you had passed away. This is amazing! I collapsed on the ground, tears dripping down from my eyes and soaking my collar. I was suddenly filled with fear of the world. That guy who took your life, I will never forgive him in this life. He made me lose a good family, and even more so, I lost a good father!
Without you, it seems that the earth will no longer rotate; without you, the sun will not seem to rise; without you, the world will not seem to be bright. Without you, grandma washes her face with tears every day; without you, my mother frowns all day long; without you, I become more and more depressed day by day. Composition
Day after day passes, and you are getting further and further away from us. Even though time can dilute everything, it can never dilute my love for you. That fat, tall image will always stay in my mind. Dad, don’t worry, I will definitely study hard and make progress every day! I will definitely live up to your expectations; I will definitely keep your sincere teachings in mind. Although you are no longer with me, you will always live in my heart and your noble sentiments have deeply affected me.
"Special love, for special you..." Although this song does not express family affection, it is enough to express my love for you. Today is Father's Day. That little paper boat is carrying my lot of love for you. I put it into the river. I hope you in heaven can receive my blessings and let my love warm you. heart! Composition
Finally, I want to say to you: "I love you, Dad!"
Your daughter: Jalynn Composition after the death of his father
After the death of his father My father passed away, so unexpectedly.
When I was thirteen years old, I threw myself on my father’s body and cried loudly. The pillars of my family fell down, the sky seemed to fall, and the world became dark.
With the help of uncles and uncles, we buried my father.
In the remaining days, my mother and I were alone in poverty, and at the same time it was difficult to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. For some reason, my temper became more and more irritable.
One day at noon, I came home from school with heavy steps. The bleak life made me have no interest in anything. All I could think about was my deceased father.
When we arrived at home, my mother sat up from the kang and said feebly: "Come back, Mom will cook for you."
"What?" Haven't cooked yet? An unknown karma suddenly rose in my heart: "What have you done? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late?" Faced with my hysterical shouting, my mother said nothing and just walked to the kitchen silently. I started to get busy, so I ran into the house and threw myself on the kang and cried aggrievedly... I don’t know how long it took, but in my daze, I felt the warm hands caressing me, and a long-lost feeling spread throughout my mind. My whole body.
When I opened my eyes, I saw it was my mother.
Her eyes were filled with tears. When she saw that I was awake, she quickly turned her head and wiped away the tears.
"Mom, just now I..." "Child, I know you miss your father. It's your fault that you didn't take good care of you.
"The mother couldn't bear it anymore. Zhidao cried softly.
"Mom, I was wrong, don't cry.
"Child, your father is gone, and we living people must cheer up. Think about it, you If dad sees you like this, will he be angry? ""Mom, I..." "With your dad gone, you will be the only man in the family and your mother's only hope. If you are depressed like this, mom. I really don’t know what to do.
" Speaking of this, the mother burst into tears.
I raised my head and looked at my mother. My mother’s eyes were full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father passed away. My mother was as sad as me. No, she was more sad than me. Mother Maybe she didn’t want me to help her share her worries, but I should share the misfortunes of life with my mother. The injured heart should be comforted, but I ignored others in the pain, and ignored a heart that was also the same. In a weeping heart.
"Mom..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms... I knew that after crying this time, I would not cry again. I would use my strength and strength to support my mother. A clear sky.
Author: Zheng Fu, Panying Middle School, Qian'an Town, Tangshan City, Hebei Province Instructor: Liu Min I want to say something to my dead father Composition
When my parents knew that I was a girl, they I decided to send me away. I still remember my mother telling me that I was sent away overnight just after I turned 50 days old. Whenever I asked my mother my date of birth, my mother always said to me: My birth mother said it well. It seems to be the second day of winter. It seems tangram_guid_1356860890012 I don’t know if they were too happy to forget, or too sad to remember. My mother also told me that in fact she didn’t want me. It was my father’s insistence that kept me. My mother has a daughter and son, and I also have a sister and brother. Life at that time was very poor, but also very happy, because my father was a hard-working man who took care of his family, and my mother was also a good wife and mother, but my father After drinking, I would occasionally quarrel with my mother. My life was relatively peaceful. Until that day, the news came from the coal factory that my father had died. My mother took her young brother and ran to the coal factory in tears. The uncle who went to bed told my mother that it was because of the gas explosion.......My mother suddenly became stupid. She lost her husband in an instant, and we lost our father. From then on, the family was broken. At that time, I Only 2 years old, I still can't understand the pain of loss of my mother. After my father's funeral, life was so miserable. My mother washed her face with tears every day and almost didn't have the courage to live. But what about us three brothers and sisters? My mother still gritted her teeth and got through it, and the days were long and painful. But she was always a woman, and it was too difficult to support such a heavy burden. In order to let us live a good life, she ignored the opposition of her family. , my mother married a single man introduced by a neighbor. She thought her life would be easier in the future, but she never expected that this man, who only valued the house my father left and the little savings my mother had, almost destroyed us. We were full of resentment towards him because of his good food, lazy work, selfishness, and lack of care for the family. My sister was away from home for a long time and met some gangsters on the street. She married away from home and moved to Zhejiang. My brother dropped out of school because of poor grades. My biological parents strongly supported me, and my mother encouraged me to read good books. I grew up day by day, and my mother also hinted to me day by day why my aunts and uncles had to pay for school fees every semester. At that time, I felt so happy. I often show off in front of my classmates: I have two dads and two moms, and I entered high school with their silent care. However, I am full of hope for my future when I am a party member, and I am extremely eager for a college career. At that time, it was announced that I could no longer study. My biological father called and said: I must leave this home, otherwise his job will be my brother's future? At that time, I couldn't figure out why my existence was related to my biological father's work and my younger brother's future. I was completely confused. In the end, I was ruthlessly isolated from my mother, and my mother's heartbreaking pain It also affects my heartache. I was 17 years old that year. In these 17 years, it was my mother who gave me the maternal love, care and warmth I needed. In the blink of an eye, it has been 6 years. I have lived with my sister and her family for three years. Far away from home, I completed my studies with the support of my brother-in-law and my own efforts for 6 years. Looking back on every step I took, I became more and more confused. I don’t know what the goal of striving for is? Don't know what you want? Whenever someone thinks quietly, I feel so helpless, empty and lonely. I miss my dad in heaven, do you know? I'm so tired! So tired, so tired! You should not abandon your mother and let her endure so much suffering alone. You did not bless her happiness and suffered all kinds of torture. Dear Dad: Why did you keep me in the first place? I feel that I have tasted all the sufferings in the world. Life is just like this, the ups and downs have no meaning. I don’t want to forgive them, but the worldly concepts make me unbearable! Dad: What on earth should I do? The reason why I don't want to live in the same city with them is because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the resentment in my heart will explode. I choose to stay away because I want to have time to calm down, but I can't deceive myself. I want to be with my mother, but I can't go against my biological father's wishes, so what should I do? Death is easy, and it's all over in an instant. I thought, I really collapsed and couldn't live anymore. If I could be calm and stay away without any burden, I would choose, but I would owe my mother a debt of affection. I have a very hard life, really hard life. I endure the pain of not being able to go home to be with my mother and the pain of being abandoned. Dad, can you share it with me? I don’t want any happiness or joy. I just want my pain to be reduced day by day. Can you agree to my small request? I can't criticize God for being unfair, because now I am far away and have found a world that belongs to me, a family that belongs to me, and God has given me the best man! An essay about my father (who has passed away)
It is my father who encourages me to thrive; it is my father who helps me get through difficulties.
In my heart, father's love is not an earth-shattering event, but is naturally revealed from the little things.
It was an evening in the cold winter months.
Dad picked me up by bike as usual.
The strong wind roared in the face, and the pedestrians on the roadside tightened their bodies. On the empty road, only my father was bent over and pedaling his bicycle with difficulty.
Even though my father was blocking the front like a wall, I was still shivering in the back seat due to the cold wind.
After a while, snow fell rapidly from the cloudy sky.
"It's too cold. Find a place for me to warm up first!" I said in a trembling voice.
Dad hurriedly stopped the car, touched my little hand, and looked at the sky again.
"I'm afraid the snow won't stop for a while. Let's hold on a little longer, okay? We'll be home soon.
"As he said, Dad took off his coat and put it on me On his body, he got on the car again.
I thought to myself: "Dad is helping me block the wind, and he still wears so little...
"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger.
The wheels began to slip, and we found it difficult to move in the wind and snow.
I stood up, put my arms around my father’s neck, and touched my father’s ears. Ah, it was so cold! However, when I touched my father's neck down, it was actually wet.
It turned out that Dad was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
Under the street lamp, the crystal dewdrops on my father’s forehead could be seen as snow or sweat.
Time seemed to freeze. It felt like several hours had passed before we finally arrived at the door of our home.
Open the door and return to your warm and bright home.
At this time, I was suddenly startled by my father’s face.
It was a face that was very different from usual: blue lips, red ears, shiny nose, and wrinkles on the face.
For the first time, I discovered that my father was much older.
For the first time, I noticed that the top of my father’s head was surrounded by a circle of white hair.
For the first time, I realized that my father didn’t care about himself for me.
I walked over and hugged my father's head tightly, my heart full of gratitude.
Later, whenever I think back to that windy and snowy evening, a warm current of spring always surges in my heart. New historical knowledge, parents passed away
My father passed away after my father passed away, it was so unexpected.
When I was thirteen years old, I threw myself on my father’s body and cried loudly. The pillars of my family fell down, the sky seemed to fall, and the world became dark.
With the help of uncles and uncles, we buried my father.
In the remaining days, my mother and I were alone in poverty, and at the same time it was difficult to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. For some reason, my temper became more and more irritable.
One day at noon, I came home from school with heavy steps. The bleak life made me uninterested in anything. All I could think about was my deceased father.
When we arrived at home, my mother sat up from the kang and said feebly: "Come back, Mom will cook for you."
"What?" Haven't cooked yet? An unknown karma suddenly rose in my heart: "What have you been doing? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late?" Faced with my hysterical shouting, my mother didn't say anything. She just walked to the kitchen silently. I started to get busy, so I ran into the house and threw myself on the kang and cried aggrievedly... I don’t know how long it took, but in my daze, I felt the warm hands caressing me, and a long-lost feeling spread throughout my mind. My whole body.
When I opened my eyes, I saw it was my mother.
Her eyes were filled with tears. When she saw that I was awake, she quickly turned her head and wiped away the tears.
"Mom, just now I..." "Child, I know you miss your father. It's your fault that you didn't take good care of you.
"The mother couldn't bear it anymore. Zhizhi cried softly.
"Mom, I was wrong, don't cry.
"Child, your father is gone, and we living people must cheer up. Think about it, you If dad sees you like this, will he be angry? ""Mom, I..." "With your dad gone, you will be the only man in the family and your mother's only hope. If you are depressed like this, mom. I really don’t know what to do.
" Speaking of this, the mother burst into tears.
I raised my head and looked at my mother. My mother’s eyes were full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father passed away. My mother was as sad as me. No, she was more sad than me. Mother Maybe she didn’t want me to help her share her worries, but I should share the misfortunes of life with my mother. The injured heart should be comforted, but I ignored others in the pain, and ignored a heart that was also the same. In a weeping heart.
"Mom..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms... I knew that after crying this time, I would not cry again. I would use my strength and strength to support my mother. A clear sky.
Essay about the death of a relative
Amid the everlasting red balloons, the sound of firecrackers, and the cries of relatives and friends, my father’s coffin slowly fell into the tomb. My heart was already Filled with tears, although my eyes no longer shed tears... I thought more than once of the bright red hydrogen balloon when I was sixteen. Under the blue sky, the bright red balloon was particularly conspicuous. At the age of sixteen, I was surrounded by my father. Guided by thick big hands, he walked proudly through the streets, and the scene today seemed to be right in front of his eyes.
Among the sisters, I have always prided myself as a poet, but at this time I don’t know what words to use to express my feelings... My father has gone, taking with him his infinite attachment to the world, and the red balloon pierced my heart. It hurt my heart and made me unable to confirm everything that happened suddenly... My father's voice rang in my ears, so kind, and that call was a complete baptism for me. No matter where I went, I could Feeling his breath, I really can't accept being separated from the sacred title of father. Although I am no longer young, I am still attached to my late father like a young son acting coquettishly in my arms. I feel sorry for my father's departure. Go, I feel like I have gone through a century of choices. Time is frozen at this moment. I feel that my whole person has become semi-mechanical. When I say my final farewell to my father, my head is buzzing, and the image of my father and the red balloon are shaking in front of me. , everything clearly tells me that my father has left us! And my red balloon will also go away with my memory, although when it disappears, I don’t feel too sad... I am the youngest among the sisters. Among all the sisters, my father loves me the most, because I I have always been an obedient, hard-working and smart girl in his heart. He was overjoyed with every step of my success... When I was sorting out my father's belongings with my sisters, we discovered in the attic that all the awards, certificates and prizes of our five sisters from childhood to adulthood. Honorary certificates, textbooks, homework and even calligraphy practice paper are all carefully bundled, and mine is the most complete. Those materials for taking self-study exams, transcripts, graduation certificate registration forms, and even things I don’t usually pay attention to. The pieces of tofu published in various tabloids and magazines were all carefully cut and pasted by my father. Considering that my father usually used the paper he used to practice calligraphy when lighting the stove, when I saw these things, tears once again filled my eyes. I seemed to be nestling in my father's arms again, feeling his tender touch... Those newspaper clippings were marked by my father's own handwriting. Each stroke embodies a father's deep love for his children. Imagine his father sorting these things out. What kind of mood, hope, and longing I had at that time... All of them cannot be verified after my father left... Today, when I sit in front of the computer and type out the thoughts in my heart in words, I don't know what is in heaven. Whether my father can feel it, but I know that I have always worked hard to do what I want to do, and to make my father in heaven happy forever! How to write an article in memory of your deceased father during the Chinese New Year
My old father, who was eighty-one years old, passed away! This is a fact and blow that is hard to accept but must be accepted! My heart is in pain! April 16, 2010, the fourteenth day of the third month of the lunar calendar.
This painful day will be the anniversary of my dad’s death! When I arrived home three hours later, anxiously taking the shuttle bus as slow as an oxcart (that's how I felt at the time), my old father was already parked on the ground of the outhouse covered with a so-called sheet! I lifted up my bed and looked at my father's face. He was so pitiful, with an expression of great nostalgia for life, and his mouth and eyes were open, as if he had something to say but didn't have time to say it.
My heart hurts like it's being torn apart! My mother said in my ear, your father said before he left: I want to wait until my old girl comes back before she dies! But not long after he finished speaking, he died, with this expression.
After hearing these words, my heart hurt even more.
It seems that pain cannot express my pain. I don’t know if there are any more appropriate words than pain to express my mood at this time! In August last year, my old father was diagnosed with gastric cancer! What a terrible disease! People are not afraid of getting sick, but they are afraid that if they get sick, the doctor will say there is nothing they can do! We had no choice but to send my father home and undergo so-called conservative treatment at home, which was actually waiting for death! All his relatives came to visit him one after another.
My stubborn old father fought against the disease for eight months. He had no choice but to admit defeat. He gave up. He suffered the pain that the disease brought him that could not be expressed in pain. .
In the end, I reluctantly accepted the doctor’s suggestion and injected my father with morphine! In the end, morphine could not relieve his pain, and he gave up. Just like that, he passed away with regrets from the world he loved so much.
What a person who loves life! Although my old father never went to school, he was very smart and could play several musical instruments: playing the erhu, flute, and drums.
It can be said to be versatile.
Moreover, when he was young, he served as the village chief for more than ten years.
I admire him very much as a person, he is warm and kind to others.
Be broad-minded and love life.
Perhaps I am the youngest child in the family, and I have the deepest relationship with my father.
I always like to follow him and watch him do things. He also likes to take me with him.
But I never thought that at the age of forty, I would be without a father, and from now on I would be a poor man without a father! No one will affectionately call me old girl anymore! There was no one standing at the entrance of the village eagerly waiting to pick me up on the shuttle bus! Carrying it from the outhouse floor to the coffin is called encoffining! This is what I heard from the person who helped me at the time.
I have not experienced such an occasion.
I just felt that it was cruel to carry my father to the funeral shed in the cold yard and put him in a wooden coffin! How could anyone treat my father like this! Sitting in front of my father's soul, I watched the two incense sticks getting shorter and replaced again and again.
I don’t know how hungry I am, and I can’t feel the cold wind carrying snowflakes hitting my face! Although the weather is now in April, it is not possible to use it in the cold north. How to keep warm is still cold, it is just cold! My brothers and sisters called me into the house again and again, and put me in cotton clothes again and again, but I really didn’t want to leave my father’s coffin! Lying inside this thick coffin is my old father who gave birth to me, raised me, loved me and loved me. He is the closest person in my life and he brought me into this world! Now I can only look at his coffin helplessly! Look at his horses, his stableboys, his wreaths! Perhaps only those who have experienced the pain of losing a father can understand my mood at this moment! Three-day round grave.
We came to the cemetery at four o'clock in the morning.
Having never worked before, I used a pickaxe to dig out the loess with my own hands. I worked hard, and everyone praised me for my good work. I worked hard, trying to cover up my pain and shame on my face. Tears on my face! The grave was round, so we left our father’s graveyard and went to work, because we all have to go to work, and we all have to continue to live! After another three hours' drive, I returned to the county seat, my home, in a daze.
When I looked in the mirror, I realized that I was no longer the same person. My face was dark and red, my eyes were swollen, and my hair was messy! When I touch it with my hand, my face is so hot that it hurts! Back to reality, I have to go to work tomorrow! Take a shower and change clothes.
However, my heart is still heavy! On the first day of my father's burial, a person in the village who was often with my father came to me and said: A few days before your father was alive, he asked me to tell you some things. He could only say these things to a boy named Xiao. Are you the person in the cloud? I nodded and said it was me.
He then said some words, all about who would leave my father’s two properties, and asked me not to let my old mother suffer. The only regret was that my father’s words had not been spoken at that time. I stopped temporarily because someone came. Little did I know that my father passed away with regret that he had not finished his instructions.
He said that my father wanted to wait until there was no one left before continuing to talk to him, but it was not in time.
So my father’s eyes are not closed! In fact, I know what my father wants to tell me, that is, he is afraid that my mother will suffer because my sister-in-law is more hypocritical! He just asked me to take care of my mother.
Because I am the person he trusts the most. Since he was ill for eight months, I am the child who has taken care of him the most and the one he is satisfied with! My father’s biggest regret is that I wasn’t around when he died! My last visit to my parents' home was on the second day of the third lunar month, which was twelve days before my father passed away.
Speaking of which, I really believe that people have a sixth sense. Two days before my father passed away, my sister and I’s eyelids kept twitching! One night at eleven o'clock, I still had a dream. I dreamed that my father asked me for water and said he was thirsty.
I poured him a glass, and he drank it quickly. Then he looked at me eagerly with his eyes, which were very close to mine.
I woke up suddenly and looked at my watch. It was eleven o'clock. My husband was still awake at the time and was watching TV series on the computer.
This dream was very clear.
But I clearly know that my father will die soon. I have no choice but to go to work! My job doesn't allow me to take time off all the time.
As a result, this was my father’s last reminder to me, and I missed the chance to meet my father for the last time! When he was dying, he didn't see the old girl he wanted to see the most! If I had understood that if I had returned home a day earlier, my father would not have died in peace! My whole body aches, especially my eyes and knees.
That’s all I wrote, I’m going to take a rest! I don’t know what the father who is under Jiuquan is thinking at this moment. Does he know that his old girl is missing him here? Essay about father's love 800 I want my father to die
Love is selfless, love is eternal; love is beautiful, love is also sweet.
No matter where you are, love will never be absent.
My father is like this. He will always be waiting for me in that position, waiting for every day when I grow up. Father's love has never been absent.
Someone asked, what is father's love? How great is father's love? Then let me tell you, father's love is the lotus leaf, and I am the red lotus. When the storm comes, the lotus leaf always blocks the red lotus and protects its children. Father's love is the rain. When drought spreads across the earth, The rain will come when it is needed most, helping to moisten the earth and alleviate the pain; father's love is like a big tree in the sky, which blocks you from the hot sunshine when you are sultry.
This is fatherly love.
My father is almost forty years old, but he is still energetic and strong, and he solves all difficulties for me.
I remember one day when I was seven years old, it rained heavily, as if a monster had invaded the earth. Raindrops flew down like beans, and the wind kept blowing. Stop, it makes people tremble.
Seeing that it was almost late for school, I was worried, how could I go to school in such heavy rain? My father immediately picked me up on the dusty bicycle, put on my raincoat, and I sat on the back rack of the bicycle, hugging my father tightly, and my father took me to ride to school.
The rain seemed to have a grudge against us, getting heavier and heavier, and the water on the road could completely submerge our feet.
I hid behind my father’s raincoat and felt very cold. The rain was pouring down, and the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder. With the thunder, I felt very scared. The sound of my father’s bicycle riding Completely submerged in the sound of rain, I finally arrived at school. I got out of the car and saw my father’s face covered with rainwater. The rainwater soaked his clothes and shoes, like a fish just fished out of the water, his whole body was wet. of.
My father put down the car, shook off the rainwater on his body, and said with a smile: "Go to class quickly, I will be late later."
I walked into the classroom helplessly and returned to the classroom. , I looked at my father pushing the bicycle again, slowly disappearing into the rain, and my throat suddenly felt a little sore.
The rain had not stopped until the afternoon after school. I came to the school gate and found that my father had been waiting at the school gate for a long time. When he saw me, he picked me up and gently held me. Put it on the bicycle frame, put a raincoat on me, then jumped on the bicycle, and rode home slowly. I sat on the bicycle frame and hugged my father tightly. Suddenly I felt so warm. Along the way, my father rode very hard. Very stable, very stable, I didn't feel the bumps of the car at all.
When he got home, his father was still a drowned rat. He took off his raincoat and exposed his hair. The wet hair looked very bright in the rain.
This is my father. The love he gave me has never been absent and has always accompanied my growth every day. Father's love has never been absent in my life.
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"Grateful heart, thank you for having you..." Whenever this song rings in my ears, a warm current will flow into my heart. heart.
I can't help but think of some things between me and my father.
Expand all Today is Father’s Day, and I would like to express my special gratitude to my father, because it was my father who gave me life; gave me the opportunity to be a human being; because when I was most difficult, It was my father who gave me courage; gave me strength; gave me light.
I remember that my father loved me very much since I was a child. He regarded me as the "little princess" of the family and the "pearl in his eye." In the past, every Father's Day, I was still a childish child with a completely innocent face. I didn’t know it was Father’s Day, but I was still jumping up and down in front of him, asking for gifts! Now I am a well-read and well-educated young man.
I now understand that today is Father’s Day and we should bless our father.
I should thank my father. No matter how simple and naive our gift is, it will make my father feel more happy! Now that I am a third-year student, your hard work and sweat have been condensed in my growth process.
Your love for me is beyond words.
On the occasion of Father's Day, we should say to the fathers all over the world: "Father, you have worked hard! I wish you a happy holiday!"...
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