My Father's Day comes at 5: 07 in the morning.

At that time, the home was as quiet as when I was three months old.

I looked north, and the morning light in Hebei has decorated the Yanshan Mountains in the distance, which reminds me of the light blue background map of the mountains when I first came into contact with the computer.

I walked out of the room barefoot, walked through the living room, and opened the door carefully for fear of waking me.

The corridor was quiet, and the rhythm of slippers echoed.

I opened the window and cool air blew in. The smell of grass, leaves, stones, lake water and burning oil is a familiar smell.

Father set up the donkey cart at three o'clock in the morning and shouted at the house, "Hey, hurry up!" " "

A three-year-old donkey pulled a cart, followed by her half-year-old son. His father, mother, two old hoes and a big bottle of cold water were sitting in the car.

They bumped on the dirt road in the village together, bumped in the smoke burning corn stalks, and the clatter of donkey hooves on the asphalt road matched the rhythm of that guy.

The corn seedlings on both sides are knee-high, and the green leaves are reddish and dusty.

Father, after unloading the car, tied the donkey to his mother, took the cigarette rolled by his mother, lit it in his mouth, and shoveled the weeds in the field with a wave of his arm.

Father said, "What a waste!"

Early pesticides did not kill them, and weeds became playmates of corn seedlings.

Mom and dad each held a dragon, whirring, and the hoe board began to shuttle between plots.

Father's light gray undershirt and mother's white short sleeves fluttered in the fresh morning breeze of West Road farmland. ...

Father, walking a little drunk, walked back 100 meters along Longgou, found a water bottle in the shade of corn seedlings and drank a few mouthfuls.

Mother sat on the balcony smoking and took a few sips from the water bottle.

The sun was already warm, and my mother put the water bottle away. They both shouted again, and the overgrown place fell down.

Father took out his mobile phone from his waist, squinted at the number with his hand in the sun and pressed the green button hard.

"Hey, old man!"

"Dad, have a nice holiday!"

"Festival, what festival?"

"Father's Day!"

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Let my mother order something delicious at noon. My mother smiled and said, "Well, eat delicious food every day!" " "

Father put away his mobile phone and shoveled the floor. Mom has shoveled out three or four meters.

Father's Day is just a phone call from a son thousands of miles away.

Father thinks of the busy farming season, and his son doesn't have to work in the fields with himself. How happy he is!

Father's Day Prose: Another Father's Day

It is Father's Day again. Dad in heaven, how are you? At this moment, I don't know what language to use to pin my deep thoughts and blessings on you. ........

I was doing morning exercises in the morning, holding my legs by the fitness equipment in the park and bending over to exercise. Several old men around were chatting on the fence, and they looked very happy. They were all very happy. A grandfather said that he slept very late last night, and all the children accompanied him to dinner, celebrated Father's Day for him and bought him presents. After dinner, everyone went to karaoke. Hey! I'm old and can't keep up with the youth. Look at them, they are all very happy, singing and dancing excitedly with the microphone, and I am happy with them. It is a joy to look at my uncle's expression. At this time, it is most appropriate to describe it as "a full moon". Another grandfather said that the children went home for dinner at noon today and pointed to a pile of vegetables on the ground and said, no, I have bought all the vegetables. Don't go out this morning, stay busy with your wife until the children come and let them have a ready-made meal. At this moment, listening to their gossip is both happy for them and sad for themselves ... Turning to the lake, I saw the lake rippling leisurely under the comfort of the breeze, as happy as a child in a cradle. The green willow branches are swaying in the wind on the shore, waving her long branches, just like a girl dancing under the gentle touch of love. This picture is really warm, so warm that I can't help crying ... I know it's because I miss you again-dad! Isn't that breeze like your love for us? So soft and deep. If my father loves a mountain, I think even a majestic mountain can't outline the greatness of my father's love!

I still remember that you left us ten years ago under the torture of illness. Dad, you know, it was at that moment that my daughter felt that the sky was falling and cried for your departure day and night. I really don't know how to live without you and how to walk without your company. ......

I remember that in the spring of 2002, you were diagnosed with esophageal cancer, but you were always so protective of the disease that even an operation could not save your life. Dad, why are you so stupid? Why didn't you say so earlier when you were ill? You raised four of our brothers and sisters. We can support you and tell you how to get sick! Also blame us for being unfilial to our children, but we didn't see any discomfort. If mom hadn't said that your meal tasted terrible, we wouldn't have known to accompany you to the hospital for examination. Hey! It's too late to say anything now. You only gave us selfless service, but you didn't give us the opportunity to be filial. Do you know that your daughter has been living in deep guilt and remorse?

I have often seen you in my dreams since you left. Every time I dream about you, you are still so busy. You'll always have endless work to do. I talk to you, you ignore me, you are busy, you don't care what I call you, and you don't look at me! Dad, you know, every time I dream about your daughter, I wake up crying and my heart ached!

Baiyun never promised to stay in the sky, but accompanied by day and night; The stars never promise light to the night, but try to shine; Dad, you have never expressed your love for us in words, but you are still so persistent and selfless ... At this moment, my daughter has to close her eyes, close all her thoughts, put her hands together and sincerely wish you a happy holiday in heaven!

Father's Day Essay: Father's Day

Open the mobile phone WeChat at noon, and there are happy wishes for Father's Day everywhere. Of course, there are different forms, but in the end, it's just the father's hard work, strength, responsibility, loneliness and so on. And the technique has not changed much with Mother's Day. I should be complacent, but I don't know why. Looking at it, I always feel a little wrong. Admittedly, I am also from my father's generation, so I am very uncomfortable with the festivals given to my generation by society.

After lunch, I still struggled with this question and began to look for an explanation. Open the theme list of festivals, which can be roughly divided into: solar terms, such as Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival; Events: National Day, Arbor Day; Religious and folk traditions: Dragon Boat Festival and Lantern Festival; Birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Of the deceased; There are also social groups: Women's Day, Mother's Day, Children's Day, and Old People's Day. However, I found that festivals for groups are generally relatively weak groups in society and need to attract social attention, love and help. The cultural connotation is to awaken people's sympathy and conscience, advocate people to participate in social welfare, and protect them with the strength of powerful groups. In this way, society can continue to develop and human beings can thrive. So don't brag about the vested interests of society.

From primitive society to modern civilization, human society has experienced matriarchal society, paternal society and civilized and equal society. Moreover, due to the continuation of inertia, there are still many traces of male dominance in society. Perhaps, this is the natural balance of society, just like the adjustment under the condition of market economy. However, how sad it is to suddenly care about men's living conditions, crown men with "Father's Day" and wave flags to let men enter the disadvantaged groups! What I lament is not the status of men, but the rebellion of society. Are we going back to the matriarchal society? For the welfare of raising pigs. The wheel of history is rolling forward irreversibly. Then, the social atmosphere can only go backwards. The current disharmony should be an illusion of society, and I believe it will be fleeting.

As a strong individual, men should bear more social responsibilities. They are the main builders of social development and the vested interests of society. It is natural for that man to pay for all ages, women and children, and there is no reason to ask for social praise. As a father, you married and had children. It is your bounden duty to support your wife and children, and it is also your duty to educate your children for the continuation of your spirit. How to have a "Father's Day" and paint yourself as a sissy? Ridiculous!

On this day, I dare not write any more, and I will be scolded if I go out. It's just that I personally look at Father's Day from different angles.