Uncle Ji Wen

At noon today, I received a letter from my mother in a foreign land. Knowing that my uncle was seriously ill, he refused to see a doctor and sought medical treatment in Shicheng. Therefore, hearing the diagnosis without seeking medical treatment is not far from fate, and a sudden chill comes from it. Pity the sadness in my heart, express words to pay tribute to my uncle, and nod. ...

It was night, and I stood at the window in the distance of Wan Li.

Far away, it's raining heavily, and my mood is drifting away. My uncle's voice is like before the rain, before and in front, still standing, inculcating in my ear, as it happened yesterday, and I won't forget it at all. ...

My uncle and aunt became attached in middle age. My uncle and aunt care for my elder sister and their strength with superhuman filial piety, filial piety to my grandmother and filial piety to my children and grandchildren. After suffering and suffering, I can let my sister and I get married, handsome and diligent. However, making man is God, and my uncle is the pillar of the family. My family is deeply influenced by shade, and there is no deformity. Every time I read it, Xu Liang is very lucky. Therefore, my uncle and aunt have a good relationship, and husband and wife and children are very harmonious. Finally, the rhinoceros of the soul is expressed in words, so this life is a great blessing for my aunt. Moreover, I am old and old, young and young, young and young. Looking at Shili Village in Fiona Fang, my uncle deserves to be a model for the next generation and the world. Now, the disease has passed away, the model has died, but the model has disappeared, but the name remains forever and the fruit accumulates.

My uncle has worked hard all his life and has never rested for half a day. He is a role model for the younger generation in my family. He is hardworking, tireless, easy to avoid difficulties, rain or shine, but his eyes are blindfolded, making the diligent people die and the living people empty. I still remember when I was a child, my uncle often took me to play. I was healthy and energetic. I went home to see my uncle, with gray temples. Now that I think about it, I feel sad when I see it, sighing that the years are ruthless and people are hurt.

I still remember that when I was a child, my leisure time was spent in winter and summer vacations, and I often lived in my uncle's house. I took it as my own, and I was very happy. I greeted my studies, taught my knee and pointed out that it was longer than my palm. I was very happy. Later, when I went to college, I often felt the concern of my uncles and aunts and paid attention to the details of my life. This is the blessing of my life, and I dare not forget it at all.

However, I am busy studying. At first, I remembered to call to say hello, but later I was busy studying. However, I am worried about my uncle's memory and have little contact. I missed my whole life, but I can't make up for it. I feel sorry for that.

My heart is full of pity, my feelings are long and I am very sad. I still remember my uncle's figure, smile and hardworking body. Today, my uncle is driving a crane in the distance. Although his life exists, it is true. However, he was tired of my uncle's arrival. When he was tired, he became very sorry. Because of his serious illness, he has stopped working for life, and his body has been damaged and destroyed. So, I can't cry when I smell it. ...

The word became, and I, still standing at the window, looked at the land of my hometown in tears, prepared that glass of wine, but I could express my condolences and tell my uncle's heroic spirit, alas! I don't know if my uncle is ill, but when he dies, he can't be filial and sincere, nor can he caress you with all his sorrow, let alone be collected by a coffin, so he doesn't care. This is my great disrespect, alas! Words are inexhaustible, and uncles know evil! I didn't know it was evil! Alas! The curtain is still high.

? My nephew lives in a foreign land, watching from a distance.