Three articles in memory of my father

My father has left. How to pay homage to my father? The following is my tribute to my father. I hope you like them.

Pay tribute to father: Pay tribute to father-a responsible life

At three o'clock in the morning on March 13th in the ancient calendar, my father, in the arms of his eldest brother, lived a long life of eighty years and closed his eyes safely. Unfilial, because I was busy in the county town more than 30 kilometers away, I rushed to the coffin to worship at twelve o'clock the next day! Looking at the body of his old man's house, tears swirled in the box, but he couldn't get out, and there was still a stone in his heart. It was dad's the other day? Sanqi? On the anniversary of my death, my sisters and I went to the grave to pay homage. I saw that the evocation coffin inserted in the grave had faded, and tears finally came to my eyes. Sorrow and guilt are like floods that burst their banks. ......

Maybe it's sadness and guilt. Since my father died, I have been trying to write a few words in memory of his old man, but I can't lift my trembling fingers to type on the keyboard. These days, it has finally cleared up. Seeing the spring breeze and everything sprouting, I finally sat in front of the computer on this quiet spring night. Make a brief biography of my father's responsible life and make a redemption for my unfilial soul, even if it is a eulogy!

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My father was eighty or ninety years old all his life. He never worked as an official, made a fortune, or did anything earth-shattering. After 80 years of hard work, when his family was on the verge of collapse, he took over early. He stubbornly climbed up under the weight of the disaster; In his bleak old age, he lived alone in an empty nest? Explain a simple life with your stubbornness, kindness and tolerance? Take responsibility for your own life. When he was hungry, he supported four families with more than 30 people. On normal days, he supported a group of children? 2 1 men were obituaries, and 10 women were married. He gave up five high school students and one college student, and he was also a famous person with small achievements in the western rural areas of China, so we also fulfilled his last wish? Immortal wood has turned into wood! The funeral night shift is ok. As the most promising but unfilial person, I searched in the ocean of memory and wrote a eulogy for him.

Children from poor families have taken the initiative very early.

? Father's childhood

1932 may 15, my father was born in a poor and dangerous family? Grandpa is an adopted son-in-law, surnamed Li. It is said that the Weiyuan couple took their younger brother to the village to do small business. They saw that grandma's house was suitable, so they sent their younger brother to the door! Grandpa idles around and does nothing? Typical destiny warrior? Every year, he always sells himself to the Kuomintang army, then desertes and runs back. Last time I had no travelling expenses, I stole a rooster raised by my grandmother and sold it as travelling expenses and became a soldier! It is said that a few years later, there was a company commander in the team. When passing through the county seat, send guards to take uncle into the city and enjoy the blessing of January. He sent a silver bowl, silver chopsticks and a silver lock. Unfortunately, there has been no news since the team left! At that time, my father was only 7 years old, my grandmother was a woman with little feet, and my uncle was weak and incompetent. He could only tidy up the saddle. Bo Er is a prodigal son, who stays away from home for more than 300 days in a year. When my father was in his teens, he shouldered the burden of his family with his weak shoulders!

In the 1940s, the semi-feudal and semi-colonial social system in China was coming to an end, but in the remote and isolated rural areas in western China, everything was still an iron wall! My father has no chance or condition to go to school. He is herding sheep except for short-term work. My father has no money or time to go out, because he is the pillar of the family! But my father was born smart and stubborn! At that time, my neighbor had a private school gentleman who was lazy, but loved to drink tea! Father cut a big basket of dry wood in the mountains to take to his neighbors, and then changed (learned) a Chinese character! I recited it when I got home. When I am tired of plowing and carrying firewood, I sit on the ground and write with my fingers to record the words of the day! That's how he learned to read! A person's thirst for culture and worship of knowledge have reached such an obsession. Isn't it the best living teaching material for children who are enjoying compulsory education now? It was because my father was eager to learn that he became one of the few in the village during the three-year difficult period? Cultural person? Became a village cadre who has the power of life and death for hundreds of people! It is because of his emphasis on culture that he has reached the point of madness in providing schooling for his children in our village? Under such economic conditions, a person who digs in a piece of soil all day gives up five high school students and one college student who live in Fiona Fang for dozens of miles, which is unique! Father is also a leader in martial arts in the village and the protagonist of Yangko Festival? Because of his many advantages, a large family in the neighboring village married his daughter to his father!

The blue sky thundered and the storm was as fierce as a rock. God should open his eyes and do good deeds.

-My father's youth.

My father, with his talent and handsome, established his first warm home at the beginning of the founding of New China? A mother's wife is idle, her son is handsome and her friends are close. In my memory, my grandmother is a typical strict old woman. My father married a educated and knowledgeable woman. Although my father has to take care of the livelihood of the three families (my uncle doesn't take care of things, my uncle doesn't enter the door), he never complains! Who knows, just when my father was ambitious to create a family business, in just one year, his beloved wife died suddenly, and his proud son died! These three thunderbolts knocked my father down at once! How did my father get through that stormy day? Don't even think about it. Grandma told me that my father always smokes all night, resting his chin on the windowsill, waiting for his beloved wife to return and expecting his beloved son to return! A year later, a hole was ground in the windowsill! Yes, although young, can a person bear such a disaster? How much does he love his wife? According to the local custom, people who have no offspring can only be buried in the wild, but my father buried his dead wife near the ancestral grave under the great pressure of public opinion (Tomb-Sweeping Day gave her some paper money every year when he cultivated the soil in front of the immortal grave) and said: As long as I am alive, no one has the right to touch the grave? Remember to pick up the immortal for the New Year at 30 every year, and when you send the immortal home on the fourth day of the first month, you must always teach your eldest brother to burn some paper money next to you! Now that I think about it, many people, including myself, are still talking about love today. Compared with my father's pure but sincere love, who are we to talk about it? Yes, it hurts again and again. As long as I live, I have to get up and go on with my life. A year later, my father married my mother again with the help of my grandmother, my uncle and relatives and friends. That's 1962. After three years of famine, the people of China have rebuilt their families and everything is back on track! 1963 the birth of eldest brother rekindled the hope of life for my father. Later, I deliberately asked my father: 1958- 1960 Do you have power in your hand? Working as a canteen manager on a stove with hundreds of people, one steamed bread for ten Yuan Datou, why not? Otherwise, we will live a rich life now! ? But he asked me: do you mean expensive people or expensive money? I was speechless when asked! Later, slowly? It was a living murder at that time. If I cut off other people's rations, they will starve to death, and God will not send me four sons and two daughters later, and they are all healthy and promising. ! Facts have proved that those who made a fortune in those years died young, hanged themselves by jumping off a cliff, lost their wives in middle age, lost their children in old age, and even died of madness in the wilderness. . . . . . People often say that the conscience of heaven and earth, from the perspective of father's efforts, heaven has providence. Man, don't deliberately possess things that don't belong to you. Even if you have them for a short time, it will only be a short-term happiness and will be punished at a certain stage! Yes, my father was an able man at that time. He even let bygones be bygones. When a poor man settled down and was well-off, he once bullied my father's family, but after 59 years of hunger, his father buried him! If only I didn't hit people when they were down! When the peasant association settled accounts, several people were afraid of being run away, so they entrusted their wives and children to their fathers. In those years when people attacked him wantonly, my father secretly helped many friends who were hit by mistakes. . . . . . Now think about it, my father didn't suffer from a little bed disaster in January, and he took his own path calmly, which was related to the good things he did when he was young.

Empty nest observation

? Father's bleak old age

My father worked hard for decades to bring up our six sisters, but because the fourth brother didn't go back to Xinjiang all the year round, he and his mother didn't go anywhere and kept an empty nest for their youngest son for eight years! On holidays, we get together, and my father always hides loneliness in his heart and always drinks and chats happily. I was distressed to see him working hard in the field several times, but I couldn't help it! Not only did he and his mother not ask us for money, but they also subsidized their eldest brother and two families with the money they saved. What I read from his eyes is not the hardship of life, but stubbornness and patience! My father has obviously aged a lot in the past two years. He doesn't like talking He couldn't sleep well all night and his appetite was greatly reduced. Sometimes he is as greedy as a child and wants to eat everything, but he can't eat a chicken leg. Fortunately, last year, Lao Si also went home and gave his father another grandson. Father grinned with joy and praised everyone. But has he run out of lamp oil? On/0/month/0/3 this year, he caught a cold and never got up again. After receiving a call from my second brother, I went back to my hometown to visit my father. It is difficult for him to swallow the real thing. During that time, the snow closed the mountain, so my father couldn't take the car and went to the hospital. I just asked the old Chinese doctor in the countryside to prescribe some herbs. My condition is good and bad, but I can't cure it. The doctors in the hospital can't invite me. Six brothers and sisters can only accompany him eagerly. Looking at my father curled up on the kang, I really hate myself for not being a doctor and holding his thin body. For their own incompetence, for God's ruthlessness, heartache. After the New Year, it was time to go to work, so I had to leave my hometown without mercy. Although I learned that my father's illness was still so good on the phone every day, although I took some medicine several times, I kept cursing myself why I couldn't be with him to be filial. At three o'clock on the night of February 13th, I got a phone call about my father's death. My hands are shaking. How can a living person close his eyes like this? I went back to my hometown the next day and met his old man. Really? Sleep? Well, I waited for him for six days and didn't wake up! Buried in the cries of children and grandchildren? I left home and went to the cold underground. According to the custom, I have to be filial for another three days, but my superior asked me to take part in the county-wide quality class competition, so I had to go back without help. Alas, what a coincidence! Encountered the most difficult multiple-choice question in life. Don't say that my mother and sisters don't understand, and I will never forgive my unfilial life! Although people often say that loyalty and filial piety can't be done both ways, my inner pain can't be alleviated so far. Holding that gold-plated and very useful certificate, my heart is bleeding, which is the price of my last trip with my father.

My heart hurts! ! ! 1

How time flies! It has been a month since my father left me, but I have never been happy to return to the earth in spring. My heart has been immersed in the shadow of my father's illness and funeral. I feel so tired and tired, my heart hurts, and everything is depressed. I am not in the mood. I hope her old man can dream for me every night. Maybe he hates me, but I hope her every night. . . . . .

Father, you have suffered all your life, but you are indomitable. How are you there? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Do you want a sip of hard liquor? Smoking?

Father, a pile of loess buried your body, but your immortal soul will look unfilial and difficult in the sky. Are you afraid to beat me? The incompetent and unfilial son is really not enough for you!

Miss you so much! ! Think about it! ! ! ! !

20 12.3.23-4.2 tears of blood and kowtows.

An article in memory of father: in memory of father.

My father died on October 11th, 1998, and it has been eight years since then. I just passed the military academy that year, that year; Father just retired from the railway for a year; That year, my father was just 48 years old.

1after the winter vacation in February, 999, I bought several packages of Yunyan and bottles of Yunnan wine for my father in Kunming, and took them back to my father who had just retired and returned home to express his son's filial piety. When I rushed back to my hometown in Guizhou in high spirits, I opened the door and looked inside. What appeared in front of my eyes was the portrait of my father hanging at the top of the incense burner in the middle of the hall. I was dumbfounded at that time. I can't believe it's true. I thought I was dreaming and having nightmares. I was so excited that I cried. I kept asking myself, "Is this my father?" Oh, my God, what's going on? He was still alive when I went back to the army last year. He took me to the station. How can you say that he is dead? But the portrait in the middle of the hall is obviously my father. Who can convince that it is not my father but a painting?

At that time, I didn't care about the big dog at home, so I ran to the mountain opposite my house and asked the old man who was herding cattle. The old man told me that I was late. My father had been dead for several months and was buried in the mountain behind me. I was very sad when I got the exact news of my father's death. I cried loudly and crawled to my father's grave, kneeling in front of his grave for a long time and repenting: "Dad, why didn't you leave before I came back?" Do you know that I was admitted to the military academy? I thought you would praise me when I came back. You saw me wearing a military uniform and a red card on my shoulder, but you left without saying a word. Do you know how disappointed and sad I am? I brought you some packets of good cigarettes and bottles of good wine from Yunnan. I want to respect your father, but you left without giving me a chance ... "

I don't know how I got home. When I found my mother and my brother in front of me, I cried with my mother in my arms like an injured child, severely criticized my brother and beat him hard, blaming him for not saving my father, why didn't he tell me when he died? My brother cried and said to me, "at that time, we didn't know what to do, and our hearts were very contradictory." We wanted to tell you, but we were afraid that you would delay your studies! I won't tell you, but I'm afraid you'll get angry and misunderstand us. " Later, after discussing with the whole family, I decided not to tell you the news of my father's death in order not to affect your study. "So it was not until the Spring Festival of 1998 that I learned the news of my father's death.

Father's illness can be treated. When I got home, I went to the hospital to check my father's medical records. My father has pneumonia. If you can go to a big hospital earlier, you can completely cure it. My mother said to me, "Your father is afraid of spending money. Every time we ask him to go to the hospital, he just refuses, saying that he is fine, nothing serious, and it will be fine after a long time. " Father has a bad temper, and our family loves and fears him. He is out and out. No one can do what he doesn't want to do, and no one can do what he asks. So every time his mother calls him to the hospital, he is very angry, and sometimes even scolds his mother. In fact, my father is afraid of spending too much money to treat him. If it can't be cured, how can he repay the debts he owes in the future, because there are still many difficulties at home and he still needs to spend money. In this way, day after day, my father's illness dragged on.

1998 July, I took a leave of absence and went home. My father just retired from the railway department. At that time, his body was very healthy. He can eat, drink, pick and lift, but he loves to drink and smoke, and regards alcohol and tobacco as his life. You can skip three meals a day, but you can't do without cigarettes and alcohol.

I remember that when I first came home that year, my father was so happy that he personally cooked my favorite food. When he was drinking, he poured me a small glass. My father and I talked and laughed. We are like brothers, drinking and chatting. I told him about my situation in the army, and he was very happy. He is proud to have a son like me, and I am glad that my father can retire early to accompany his mother. Going home to visit relatives for more than a month is the happiest time for me, and it is also the time for my family to feel happy and happy, because my father and son have never seen each other since I was a soldier for more than three years.

My father has a bad temper and looks a little murderous. Many people turn a blind eye to him and have a fear of him. Even my fierce cousin is respectful when he sees him. But my father is a kind man. I remember when I was a child, many poor people in the village had no food and no money to spend. My father comes back from visiting relatives on the railway every year. He uses his hard-earned food stamps to buy a lot of rice, noodles and noodles for the villagers, and gives them money to buy pigs and chickens. Speaking of his father's death, many villagers shed tears for his early death.

Although my father has a bad temper, he loves me very much. No matter what I did wrong, he won't scold me or blame me. He asked me to do it because I was an obedient and capable boy in his mind. When I was in middle school, my father often gave me money to start my own business and find my own tuition. One year before the Spring Festival, my father gave me 800 yuan to buy pictorial and children's toys. I only sold it for two weeks, and I earned more than 1000 yuan, which is enough for my tuition and living expenses in high school for one year. So when I was in middle school, I did business while reading. I earned my living expenses and study fees for six years in middle school by doing business during the holidays.

Time passed quickly. After more than a month's holiday, I had to say goodbye to my parents and sister-in-law reluctantly and return to the military camp. I remember that the night before I left, my father personally killed a big hen for me and cooked many eggs as dry food for my journey. However, due to the hot weather at that time, chickens and eggs smelled bad when I first arrived at the railway station, so I had to throw them in the garbage bin of the railway station. I feel guilty when I think about it now. I feel sorry for my father. I didn't expect that it was the last lunch my father cooked for me, and it was also the last time for me and my father. If I had known this would happen, no matter how smelly and unpalatable the chicken and eggs are, I would eat them without hesitation, because this is the father's love for his son. It's too late to say anything now. My father has left me, and I can no longer feel this warm fatherly love.

After returning to the army, I was very happy and excited to learn that I had been admitted to the military school. I immediately wrote to tell my parents the good news and asked them to share it with me. But since then, every reply from home has not been written by my father, but by my sister in her father's tone. In the letter, he said that he was very moved and happy to have a son like me. He told me to do well in the army, listen to the leader and be a useful person to the country and the people. He told me not to worry about things at home. He also said that everything was fine at home and the whole family was healthy. He told me to study and work with peace of mind. But during that time, my father was in poor health and became more and more serious. There was nothing I could do. According to my mother, after I left, my father was very sad. He wants to be unhappy, does nothing and goes nowhere. I stayed at home drinking all day and didn't eat a meal for several days. His temper is getting worse and worse, and he often calls names. Seeing dad like this, my mother and sister-in-law are very sad and feel sorry for him. How many times have they advised him not to drink or smoke, but my father just wouldn't listen and lost his temper with them. Later, he found that his father was seriously ill, and he refused to go to the hospital for treatment, even without taking medicine or injections. There is really no way. My brother had to find someone to forcibly carry his father to the township health center for treatment, but in less than two days, his father sneaked out of the hospital, and in this way, his father died in less than two months. Mom said dad was afraid of spending money and asked him to see a doctor for treatment. If you have money and can't find flowers, you will maliciously scold him. If it can't be cured, how can he pay back the money owed by his family after his death and how can he live in the future? I don't know how my father turned his back on his life and valued money more than his own. But does he know how we will live after his death? Many things still depend on him, and I need him, especially my mother. I finally hope that he will retire and come back, end the days of cowherd and weaver girl and spend the rest of his life with him, but he doesn't think so much about his wife and children. He won't even let me see him one last time. Is he too selfish? After father left, mother lost her dependence. No one can make her happy. All day, it was Lacrimosa.

After his father died, he was buried in the hill opposite his home. My mother said that she found a yin-yang fortune teller to calculate. The location is very good. When I buried my father there, he could watch over us every day and bless our development, safety, health, happiness and smooth feeding. I also think the burial place of Father's Magazine is very good. There are many evergreen trees around, and the environment is elegant. The tombstone faces the far north. Standing there, you can see far away.

Time can't be chased, and time can't be left. It's been 89 years since my father died, and the grass on the grave has been sprouting again and again. The two small trees planted for him by our tombstone have become towering trees, but my father is still clear in my memory, and my thoughts about him are getting stronger and stronger. Many times in my dreams, I dreamed that I was with my father, as if he were by my side, but I just felt that my father was the same as before.

I haven't been back to pay homage to my father for two years. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I ask my brothers and sisters to pay homage to my father. When you have time, you must go back and pay a visit to his old man's house, kowtow to him, pour him a glass of wine, light a cigarette and burn paper money, so that he can bless us to go out safely, work smoothly and be healthy!

May father rest in peace underground!

An article in memory of my father: in memory of my father

20 1 1 in may, my father's sudden death dealt a great blow to my family. Half a year has passed, I dare not let myself think deliberately and dare not touch the pain! That is the deepest pain I have ever experienced! There is nothing you can do about where you will go! In contrast, what do you mean by falling out of the list, falling in love, and ups and downs in life?

My father is a real farmer, hardworking and thrifty all his life. My mother and I worked hard to raise my brother, so that we could finish college and suffer a lot. He is not good at expressing himself. He is a lonely and silent person, used to paying silently, and spent his whole life illuminating my growth path and giving me the best life. As an honest and frank person, he can't be accommodating, so he has suffered a lot, but as a family member, I know his kindness and simplicity best, and his calm and conscientious efforts in the face of his arrogant fate.

In recent years, he has faltered and his expression is helpless, which shows that he is old. But he still refuses to accept his old age and always says? When I was a child, I had to walk several kilometers to go to middle school, and I walked very fast. . Whenever this happens, there will be an imperceptible pride on his always silent face. When he is free, he can write poems and draw pictures, which surprises me, because when he was young, I never knew my father had such talent.

I remember when I first went to college, I didn't have enough money, but I didn't receive any money from my family. It was my father who dragged his sick body and made a day and night train to Zhengzhou to see me. We ate noodles in a hurry outside the school, and he came back in a hurry, reluctant to have a proper meal all the way, which was the farthest place he had ever been.

In 2006, I went to my parents' home after work. It began to rain. When I get off the bus, I just want to go home. When I got home, I heard my mother say that my father was still picking me up at the station. I complained. Why didn't you call, so I had to go back to him? . Father in the rain, thin figure, slightly bent back, eyes helplessly looking at the direction of the car coming, waiting? He won't complain, he won't be impatient, and he is full of regrets afterwards, which makes people feel distressed! But I never said a word of thanks or a word of guilt in front of him.

In 2009, my father and my 3-year-old son and I went to a jujube garden not far from home. That day, my father was very excited. He seems to have the strength to walk, and he wants to hug his little grandson from time to time. The more I stop him, the more he wants to carry it, as if to say to me. Daughter, look, Dad is not old at all! ? My son recited "Hundred Family Names" loudly in front of a group of old people in the park, and everyone praised him. My father is very happy. In my heart, my father has always been serious and unsociable, but once I get old, my mood becomes fragile and more dependent. I saw his rare happiness that day, because I seldom accompany him like this, and left after eating in a hurry.

20 1 1 in April, my father went back to his hometown in the countryside to look at the house as usual and was ready to sell it. I didn't want to, but something happened this time? My father died at home because of high blood pressure. It was the neighbor who called. My mother and I went back as soon as we got the news. My husband drove and ran all the way. It's raining hard outside the window, and everyone's heart is raining. I don't believe it! I said to myself, "This is not true, is it?" I didn't get home until dark, and the road to the village was covered with mud. I haven't been home for eight years, so I met you in such a special way this time! I thought I would cry myself out, but I didn't. The family endured the pain and arranged their father's funeral. When I return to Dalian, I cry when I think of it. Depressed for a few days, when I was alone, I finally let my tears flow out. Thinking of his constant neglect of his father, he was old and allowed to go back alone. Think of my father's extraordinary life; Think that in this world, no one can replace his love for me?

Calm down, let yourself calm down, everyone will do this, through his life, or ordinary or heroic, or quiet or vigorous. When the dust settles, nothing matters. Life never comes again, the dead return to dust, and the living run around the world. Once and for all, people come and go, preferring to believe that the world of mortals is rolling and all living beings have their own destiny!

My dear father, may you find real peace and happiness in another country without any troubles and pains!