My father was born in 1935, and finally was born in 19 in July.

My father, who was still working in the morning, suddenly had a heart attack at night.

My father was 84 years old when he died.

The last time I saw my father. He lay quietly in the yard. My sisters sat beside me crying. I can't accept it at all. He's gone. Press his chest desperately, hoping that he can come back to life.

I can't believe he just left.

When my fourth sister and I gave my father the last scrub. I just happened to find the short father who walked with a little bent leg, the father who always wore rags. Father with mud under his fingernails and toenails. It turned out to be so strong. Every muscle in his body is no less than a bodybuilder in the gym, without a wrinkle or an age spot.

I neglected my father for so many years. I have never seen his strong body. I thought he was just an ordinary rural old man. But he is 84 years old and hasn't given up his job for a day.

It was not until the moment I rubbed his body that I found out that this old man made me so proud and so strong. It turns out that there is such a strong figure hidden under the tattered clothes. If he is still alive, he may be a fashionable and healthy old man.

Later, my sister and mother arranged clothes for my father, leaving clothes that were not worn. My sisters bought too many clothes for my father, and New Pants didn't wear too many new shoes and coats. My sisters blamed my mother for not dressing my father in these clothes. But on second thought, how does my father wear it? Does he wear clothes to work? Because his life itself has nothing to do with agriculture, he has never traveled or visited his relatives.

Looking back on his father's life, he never bothered others once. I can't believe I didn't salute him once. When I went to work in the morning, many neighbors were still talking to him, but it was gone in the afternoon.

No, this person will never exist in this world.

The moment my father left, I found him so great.

He has never complained in his life. Digging the dirt with both hands, raising our six sisters. I remember my father didn't hit me. Although he has a bad temper sometimes. I think that's a man's common temper.

Mother nagged and repented, saying that she could not give her father love and care, and nagged her father all her life.

All the dissatisfaction with him at this moment has turned into all the good memories of him.

This is life, from birth to death, no one can escape.

For my daughter, I am full of regret for my father, and I am deeply sorry. In recent years, my own life has been very unsatisfactory. I am busy taking care of my daughter. My daughter is often on the verge of life and death when she is ill. My own body is declining day by day, and my hair is turning white. I often can't remember who I am in the middle of the night When I woke up, the memory of 1 turned out to be my daughter's illness.

I neglected my father for many years because of my daughter. I haven't taken care of him all day. I didn't buy her clothes. The ribs I bought her last time were not enough for her to eat. He also nagged me about what ribs you bought. There is too little meat. I'm still thinking about it. I will definitely buy more for you next time, but he left before it was implemented next time.

I want to stay with my parents for a while every time I go, because I ride a battery car. Maybe my father is worried. Every time he says you should go, you should go. My mother says you always kick her out, always kick her out. But the afternoon my father's coffin was buried, when I rode away, no one came to drive me away.

The funeral was busy for a few days, and I didn't have time to be sentimental until I burned paper for my father that night. When I left my parents' yard, all the sadness and pain suddenly came to my mind, and my father could no longer stand at the door to see me off. When you get to the door, you can't tell me anymore. You go, you go.

Along the way, I felt dizzy as if I were asleep, but I didn't seem to be asleep. I feel that my father is reminding me that you can't fall asleep. You have to take care of Lele. Get up and wake up. That night, I came home in a daze. Maybe my father sent me home safely. It turned out that his phrase "go away, go away" was actually worried about my safety on the road.

Tired of the hustle and bustle of the world these years, I really want to find a place to hide, find a folk hut, and take my daughter to pick up my parents. I also fantasize about learning all the vegetable growing techniques of my father's life and all the vegetable growing techniques of his orchard.

Then listen to my father tell me stories about his youth, record all his life stories, and we will build our own hut together.

No, there won't be another chance like this. I can't learn. I don't have a chance. My father didn't give me such an opportunity.

Father, you always spoil me and never let me work.

I know nothing about farm work in the field. But I really want to go back to the countryside in recent years. I cycled through the corner of Zhoucun Reservoir again and again, trying to find a quiet corner. I remember I came out to avoid agriculture when I took the exam. I didn't know the complexity and helplessness of this world until I came out. I am tired of the intrigue of the world, and I am tired of the indifference of the city.

I want to go back to your simplest life.

Father, you have worked all your life, and you have no time to understand what is bothering you and what is not going well. Your life seems to have no complaints, and you have never complained. You just farm and live a simple life. Even if you sell apples, you always sell the worst apples in front and leave the best ones behind forever. You are an old man with no economic mind, but you push this car and enjoy selling apples every time you come back.

The intersection of you and me started from listening to the radio, such as Yang Jiajiang, Water Margin and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Sometimes I tell you what you can't hear and you tell me what I can't hear.

I have long looked down on life and death.

Father, you can finally have a good rest.

You can leave me a tenacious spiritual wealth. You are the most hardworking person in the village. At 84 years old, young people can't compete with you.

You were a primary school teacher when you were young. They call you Miss Yan. Love to hit students and talk loudly. My mother says you can hear them in the yard at home.

Later, the production team lacked a team leader, so you had to quit your primary school job and go to the production team to lead everyone in tidying up the terraces. Most of the terraces on the other side of the West Lake are arranged by you.

Later, you divided the fields into households, and your family had many sisters. In order to make a living, you won the opportunity to package the orchard. In order to improve our family life, you work hard in the orchard. At that time, I always felt that you made me do so much work, and I didn't want to rest. I don't want to raise my children. How can it be so easy not to work? So many children are waiting to eat and drink.

Well, I remember a few years ago when you were ill and went to make a movie, you found yourself with two broken ribs. However, we didn't know that you broke two ribs, and you didn't tell your family that you broke two ribs. You can't believe how you endure the pain in life without telling your family. Why didn't I learn?

I will definitely learn from your spirit, work hard and not complain in the future. Strong body, love work.

Father, I love you, and you will live in my heart forever.

Don't worry, your daughter will inherit your excellent qualities and live on.