Memorial Day Dad's Mood Sentence

It has been eight years since my father died. On July 14, with a black weight, I cried, pressing into the hearts of my loved ones. Let's carve it and put our tears on our sadness.

The second sister from Lanzhou came with her brother-in-law the day before. She carried a big watermelon of more than 20 kilograms and earned a lot of sweat. Watermelon now lacks flavor, and I feel it's a pity for my second sister to spend money. It is gratifying that the mental state of the second brother-in-law is much better. He can survive life bit by bit with strong willpower, perhaps because he has been treated by Dr. Gou Chuanwei.

? Second sister brings good news. The bullet train from Lanzhou to Dingxi has passed, making it much more convenient for relatives to move around. It takes one and a half hours for Xue Rui to fly from Xining to Lanzhou.

Third sister is also there. Only on this day can brothers and sisters get together. This is the power from my father.

? My father's name is Yang Chengxuan, a gentle rural teacher. He never scolds us. Even severe criticism will not leave any memory. Whenever I raise my angry hand and want to hit my son, the image of my father will appear and silence my anger.

My father has always been in good health. In his later years, he got emphysema and had difficulty breathing. He groaned in my heart day and night. My father died on a sunny morning. My heart is a mess and I am at a loss. My eyes are like a burned oil lamp, and they can't flow out.

? On the afternoon of my father's death, there was no thunder in the sky, but it rained cats and dogs. There are thousands of elves from far away, everywhere, as if mourning for my father.

? We buried our father in tears. Every time we celebrate Memorial Day, my heart is particularly heavy. I want to be alone, squinting at my father. I thought it would fade after a long time, but the longer the time, the deeper the memory, and my father will live in a dream forever. Don't! Live in your heart.

At 2: 30 pm, we went to see our father in Weizishan. I remember it was a clearing eight years ago, but now it's basically a grave. Black tombstones are endless, and many people are buried here, which is the education base of the soul.

We knelt in front of our father's grave and lit paper money. Black butterflies floating in the air whirled in the sky, and the flames roasted our faces. We waited for the paper money to be completely incinerated.

? There is a Chinese wolfberry tree behind my father's tombstone. It feels like a landscape. My eldest brother said that the thorn was so deep that it needed to be uprooted. I know what he wants, and I can't persuade him. I quickly called Yang Jie, a big yin and yang. He asked about the situation and said that he would come up and have a look before making a decision. Eldest brother didn't act immediately, but also for the safety of his father. Big brother's stubbornness reminds me a lot, and my thoughts have changed because of different views. My father has gone, only my eldest brother has brothers and sisters, and he respects them very much. What my father wants to see is that our brothers and sisters are United and friendly!

The spiritual wealth left by my father, we don't owe anyone a penny, and we have a very stable life.

? When night falls and it will be late, the tears in our hearts finally fall into the sky, pinning our grief for our father!