In my young memory, the title of father can be described as kindness, strangeness and fear. My father works in a provincial radio station more than 500 kilometers away from his hometown. He can only go home once a year for ten days and a half. We often leave in a hurry before we get closer to our sisters. Because of the estrangement from my father, I dare not use chopsticks at the dinner table, so I ran away when I was not full. Dad may not know that when we were young, our sisters never dared to speak loudly in front of dad, and we often envied other people's children to cuddle up on dad's chest and have fun. So my childhood impression of my father: "Father is a guest". Being estranged from my father doesn't mean that my father doesn't love us. I remember that my father used all kinds of wool in the provincial capital to weave a novel and unique wool hat for our children. This was fashionable and luxurious in the countryside at that time, and our dolls were all the same, beautifully dressed and happy.

After entering school, I have no special memory of my father from grade one to grade three. When I entered the fourth grade, my father sent several poems to the class teacher, including Red Flag Ballad, 300 New Folk Songs, 100 New Folk Songs and so on. Let the teacher supervise me to recite several songs every week. So I will recite the name of the poem and spread it widely in other schools. It can be seen that the effect of father's different education methods at that time. It is not difficult to see how high my father expects of me. At that time, many factors led to my failure in the college entrance examination. This has become a regret in my life, and it has also become one of the regrets mentioned several times in my father's life. What can comfort my father is that although I have accomplished nothing academically and don't know much, I like poems and songs, and sometimes I can make up a few words. You usually let me read books and poems published by veteran cadres, which undoubtedly benefited me a lot. When I was a child, I could recite some catchy poems. This alone is inseparable from your early education. With the growth and change of age, I am a little more sensible. My father went to the school many times to have a discussion with the teacher to learn about my study. I feel that I have a father who makes me proud!

In the late period of the Cultural Revolution, my father used his rest time at home to personally pull dirt and beat adobe to prepare for our family to tear down old houses and build new ones. Thanks to hard work, three northern rooms and two eastern rooms planned and designed by my father have sprung up. My farm has taken on a new look. My father was going to work, so I followed him silently and sent him outside the village. Looking at his father's fading figure. My eyes blurred and tears welled up in my eyes. I saw my father's hardships, and now I have deeply realized my affection with my father.

In the 1970s, my father was lucky enough to enjoy the preferential policies of the state, and the family moved to the city. Home, reunion, thus ending the life of two places separated from their father for more than 20 years. No matter what father does, he is very organized, leaving only the elements of learning to future generations, and there is no chance to be picky. My father loved learning all his life and had a wide range of hobbies. Almost all his work experience in his life is dealing with words, with quick thinking and sharp and free writing, which always makes people tired of reading.

During my father's lifetime, my status changed a lot. He is a teacher in No.1 Middle School and also works in the Bureau of Culture and Education. Father's students are already full of peaches and plums. There are Tsinghua graduates, focal model cadres advocated by the Central Organization Department and so on. Their teacher-student relationship has been constant for decades, and they often visit their father's home. From this, I thought of an old gentleman in my hometown. He used to be my father's primary school teacher, and my father would bring a gift to visit every time he came home. My father was upright and upright all his life, and never encouraged the wind of receiving gifts and giving gifts. However, over the years, my father has always made an exception to visit his teacher. Taking the lead is my father's code of conduct, and it is no exaggeration to use the word perfection to summarize my father's achievements in life.

Father often tells people that he is not lively enough at home, but he is not serious enough. Nevertheless, I would like to have a long talk with my father. 1979, when I was working abroad, my father wrote me a sincere letter. If I get the treasure, I will still cherish it for 34 years. Chatting with my father is very rewarding, from national affairs to family chores. Be able to open your heart with your father and listen to his inculcation; Can learn knowledge in conversation; You can see a father's living standard.

Father added that a friend of a gentleman is as light as water. My father has many friends, classmates who have been in contact with him for 60 years in work and life, and bosom friends who are devoted to cultural undertakings are hard to find. In Sanhetang, they traveled all over the world, exchanged reading experiences, recommended good books and documents, and worried about the prosperity and glory of the country. "The cloth is warm and the vegetable root is fragrant. Light tea old sofa, round pillow hard bed. In the evening, I will visit the Duke of Zhou, and then I will worship Confucius and Zhuangzi during the day. You have elegant rooms and extensive friends. Friends gather in Xianzhai and read books at the same time. I often think about managing the package when I leave, and I can talk about peace when I meet you. " A picture of my father's health is a true portrayal of the highest state in my father's heart.

My father was cautious all his life, with solid work and excellent style. We should confront the party in the world and the people in the world. This is the weight of the scale measured in the heart. However, like ordinary people, my father was framed and wronged. During his tenure, a calligraphy celebrity was criticized by his father for violating the reimbursement procedure, and he held a grudge and collected materials to sue his father. Father laughed it off with a selfless heart when he learned it. The investigation team of prefectural party committee came to the conclusion that a good secretary with integrity was found out, and he was a great man worthy of the name. After investigation, my father's work was assigned by the Propaganda Department of Rongdiao District Committee of the Exhibition Hall.

In the late 1990s, my father was transferred from the director of the regional general theater to the deputy director of the regional cultural bureau. At this time, my father is close to retirement age. In order to cultivate the new strength of the younger generation, my father retired to the second line. Some leaders also recommended his father to work in other units, but his father declined them one by one. Contentment is my father's mantra. During the period, the Cultural Bureau gave his father a fund-raising house with a good floor and a good geographical location. At that time, my father lived in a room of less than 70 square meters in the family courtyard of the prefectural party Committee. When the leader of the Cultural Bureau called for his father's advice, his father returned the house without hesitation. Father thinks it is enough to have a house to live in, and there is no need to reach out to the country. To tell the truth, my sister and I have never seen a house under the fence. This is my father's aboveboard, selfless and fearless, open-minded and upright.

After retirement, my father was optimistic and peaceful. Reading books, reading newspapers, writing articles, keeping in good health, growing flowers and practicing calligraphy are very busy. Poetry diaries are diversified, and friends talk about the world. At the age of seventy, my father's body is still strong, his back is straight, his movements are agile and steady, his thinking is agile and decisive. The world talks about several major diseases of pathological color. Except for a little high blood pressure, other indicators are normal. However, there are unexpected events in the sky, and people are doomed. In 2003 1 1 month, my mother was hospitalized with sudden cerebral hemorrhage and coma. Despite several rescues, the mother's brain was still damaged, which affected her language and body parts and required lifelong service. From then on, my father put down all his hobbies and devoted himself to taking care of his mother's life. Speaking of his father's care for his mother, he is famous for it. Don't say it's nanny's care. My father is uneasy about our children's service. He did everything by himself. Mother's life arrangement has become a compulsory course for father. From morning till night, the sun and the moon cycle for ten years. Under the careful and special care of my father, my mother is radiant and energetic. In this long decade, my mother even had a cold and fever several times. Take my mother's blood pressure regularly three times a day. The doctor was surprised that her blood pressure was under control. My father knows nothing about the specific time and dosage of taking medicine. No matter in the middle of the night, as long as I hear my mother's slight cough or slight movement, my father will go to the room to be caring and attentive and pour water to wipe the sweat. Father is frugal everywhere, but he pays extraordinary energy. We have also communicated with my father countless times, which is not only useless, but also reprimanded by my father. Filial piety means just following me. This is a sentence that my father often says.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. At the beginning of 20 13, my father's body changed, and he obviously felt at a loss and his memory plummeted. However, I did not realize that my father had reached the end of his life. At noon on June 17, my father suddenly said, "You eat. I'm leaving. I'm going to work. " As everyone knows, this is my father saying goodbye to my mother, and my father is making a final farewell to this colorful world!

Father left for work. Father! Your class is so heartbreaking and sad! It's a long way, and there is no return date. Driving a crane west and never looking back, I miss people deeply!

Come back, father! My sick mother is looking forward to waiting for you!

Come back, father! Your friends also want to get together with you in three rooms to comment on the taste of books!

Come back! You'd better come back! My dad! Your children and grandchildren want to listen to your teachings, even if it is a deep reproach!

Father, your departure made me feel scared and startled, which made me feel sad and heartbroken. The fragility of life is so decisive? In an instant, yin and yang are separated by two days. In an instant, I lost my education. My father's 60-year reputation will be frozen forever! Forever! Forever!

Father! Before you died, our sisters just made long-term arrangements to take care of you in turn. But you are determined not to give us any chance and time to serve you. Father, are you worried that you will make us tired again? ! Your last words are equally shocking! How can this not make your child so heartbroken!

In front of your smiling and kind portrait, your relatives and friends are remembering you. The elegiac couplet sent to you by a famous calligrapher who once hurt you reads: Eighty people are diligent in self-discipline, and all their lives will be known to future generations. He stood in front of your portrait with tears in his eyes and said, alas, it's brother! This is his heartfelt guilt and regret for you.

Father, you are gone, you are tired, and you need a quiet rest. Heaven welcomes you, a kind, kind, loyal and amiable person! The ghost gives way to you, and the judge of the prince holds you as a guest. Father, you should have a good rest, cherish yourself in heaven, and don't be so tired and hard.

Father, in our ordinary family, many of your extraordinary stories are particularly precious. The spiritual heirloom you left us is our eternal memory! Virtue lasts forever!

Rest in peace, great father! Dear father!

20xx was scribbled at 8: 00 on June 18, 50 days after his father's death.