Remember my father's prose in shock.

There is a custom here. Every year in this solar term, relatives will go back to their hometown to pay homage to their deceased relatives. Perhaps it is for this reason that when I am alone, I will think of my late father. Three years ago, in October of the lunar calendar, my father held my hand tightly and suddenly let go. That farewell turned out to be a farewell between my father and our children!

This farewell left a deep regret in my life, so every time I think about it, I will unconsciously walk into the memory of my father and write some words to commemorate my father. This is the only way out for us to live!

In the early spring afternoon, just after a Chun Xue, the weather was strange and weak, but at that moment, in the oblique sunlight, I thought of my dead father. Just when I couldn't wait to recall this past, I suddenly forgot how to recall it. I was dull and confused, so the painful, sad and happy memories that haunted me disappeared in the blink of an eye. As if being taken away by this coming winter, I felt a little depressed, so I tried my best to dance the clouds that flooded my memory with my hands. I am like a lost child, trying to get rid of my fear. However, when I took a step to get rid of it, I suddenly found that my eyes lit up and the memories of the past came back, so close and so light, as if I could touch them with one finger.

A person's memory is so wonderful, so wonderful!

Father is the sun that never sets in our life. This metaphor is not an exaggeration for my father. My father is an extremely ordinary man, with a medium height, but he is big and tall in my heart! Perhaps this is the position of a father in our children's hearts! My father was not good at words before his death, and his love for us was expressed by actions. As far as I remember, my father didn't take us to play, but we didn't blame him. However, in his father's words, he wants to. He said that when he was working in Beijing (as a construction worker), he went to a nearby park with his workmates when he couldn't work in rainy days and saw groups of family members in the park.

Time goes by like water. In the autumn when I went to study in the provincial capital, my father who lived in my brother's house wanted to take us to the park on Sunday. I don't know when my father had this idea, but I was like a teenager. Hearing my father's invitation, my heart seemed to blossom!

On this day, the weather was particularly warm, and there were already many tourists coming to the park. My father, like a tour guide, took me around every corner of the park and constantly compared what I saw with what happened in the park before (because I had worked in the provincial capital and been to the park before), so I consciously read the introductions on those inscriptions and found that there was almost no difference from what my father told me. After that, I stopped paying attention to my father.

How short is a day? But this happy memory is like a leaf flowing in the stream of my life, flowing happily from my heart again and again. ...

My father is also a warm harbor in my memory. Looking back on the road, every time I set sail, every time I was brightly lit, and every time I was confused, I would think of my father. In my life journey, my father is like a warm harbor, giving me courage and strength. As my father said, it is not terrible for a person to be materially poor. What is terrible is our spiritual deficiency and spiritual poverty. This seems to be true. With the increase of age,

Then, when my father left, I suddenly felt a long-lost loneliness!

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. Everyone will be doomed to leave on the day of landing, but in this cycle of life, no one is willing to accept this parting. My father has experienced countless times in his life, as a builder, paver, coal digger, singing opera, and so on. He traveled all over China from the north to the south, exposed to the wind and the sun. In this life, I can't remember how much his father suffered and how much injustice he suffered.

This is my father, and I have no reason to refuse this deep fatherly love! The departure of my father is not only a farewell to my life, but also my courage to go on!

Be kind to life, be kind to the people we love, be kind to the love we have, and remember the past words, so I want to write down this memory of my father. I hope God bless my father. With the care of relatives, we won't be so lonely in heaven.

Put pen to paper, shed tears and pay homage to the long-lost farewell in the depths of this life!

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