Lv Zhaohang
Many times, in the call of dreams, you always seem to be not far away, my parents. Your voices and smiles are always reproduced in my mind, time is like a flash, sometimes I can't believe it, in the blink of an eye, Dad, Mom, you have been away from our brother and sister for three years.
The leaves are yellow again, implying the desolation of my heart, the cold of winter, seems to be nourishing hope, the struggle of the younger generation writes to you comfort, but also brings comfort to my soul, father, mother, you will always be a model for me and my son, your brightness and integrity;Your selflessness and fearlessness are in my heart and that of future generations at all times. The green pine smiled, and the years were slight. Your words and deeds, subtly sublimated in the hearts of my son and me, self-reliance, self-improvement, into the bone and marrow, father, mother, you will always be a monument in the hearts of my son and me.
My father and mother, your life for more than 80 years, you have gone through hardships, you came from the old China, the difficult childhood, let you learn a lifetime of iron bones, your youth caught up with the construction of socialist new China, you have been vigorous and vigorous swaying youth and sweat, with your own wisdom and hard work, continue to attract the praise of leaders and comrades. Later, you gradually stepped into leadership positions, did your job well with your love, and won the respect of your comrades. I don't want to talk about your old age, because, that time, is the saddest days for me and my sisters, seeing my father and mother bedridden, but I can't do anything, time overlaps, so that you gradually grow old, and finally, goodbye to us, so that my tears can not hide the dark pain in my heart, father, mother, you will always be a model for our descendants.
The clear and white river water is still flowing slowly. Father, mother, the years of flowing unconsciously, page by page, yesterday's yellow leaves are now green. You are buried in your hometown, and you still protect me and my son to move forward bravely, because you and we firmly believe that our family will always have a better tomorrow ......
Dad, Mom, the sunny day in the south in winter, giving birth to my good mood, the acacia in the dream, always reminds me of the time when the two old people were young, like a light illuminating my heart, and I can't help but recite a poem by Li Qingzhao in my heart "Rolling Blinds West Wind, People Are Thinner Than Yellow Flowers": "The mist is thick and sorrowful, and the clouds are day, and the brain is golden." The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow sand kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Between the lines, this poem is full of Li Qingzhao's thoughts for his deceased relatives, and I miss my deceased parents, I want to comfort my parents, walking in the new era, our steps will be more sonorous and powerful......