"Silent Father's Love, Worthy of Our Heart" When I was a child, my father always silently shouldered the burden of life and paid for us silently. He is like an unclimbable mountain, giving us constant reliance. However, we seldom express our gratitude and love for him. It wasn't until our father was old, or when he left, that we realized that our father had been silently dedicating and holding up a blue sky for us. Looking back on my father's life, I am deeply moved. He was an ordinary farmer struggling to make ends meet in a remote mountain village. In order to build a house, my father was busy all day long, picking soil and making bricks. He went to his neighbors' houses to ask for help, and a large group of neighbors helped build walls and dig foundations. In order to read to his children, the father hollowed out the family and went to work in the lime kiln in the village, often covered in dust. But he always smiled and said, "Study more and go to the city to find a job, so that you can make a profit." ”。Later, I went to work in the city, and I spent less time with my parents. I remember around '99, I didn't go home for two years. It wasn't until I had a mobile phone that I could contact my family more easily. But there are fifty miles of road from the county seat to my home, and five or six high mountains are still a barrier that separates me from my father.
I always wanted my parents to live in the city, but my father always said, "There is no need, there is land and food in the countryside." Everything is fine. He always put our lives first, selflessly dedicated, and silently supported us. My father's silence made me understand that my father's love is solid and heavy. He is the unclimbable mountain that we have always relied on. However, we seldom express our gratitude and love for him. It wasn't until my father was old or gone that we realized that my father had been silently dedicating himself to holding up a blue sky for us. I deeply understand that father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water, but father's love is also like water, deeply integrated into our lives. I want to cherish my father's love and repay his nurturing kindness with my actions. Whether in life or work, we should always think of our father's silent dedication, and always remember the heaviness and firmness of this father's love. Perhaps, we can spend more time with our parents and express our gratitude and love for them, instead of waiting until they are old or have left to regret it. With our actions, we will repay our father's love, just as they silently held up a blue sky for us, without regrets.
May we all cherish this heavy father's love, so that our parents' old age life is full of warmth and care. On a sunny spring morning, my father suddenly fell to the ground, but the ambulance that was called in a hurry was delayed, and finally my father died of a cerebral hemorrhage. When I returned to my hometown, I felt a heavy heart when I looked at the rusty sickles on the walls and the robes that had not been used for a long time. Thinking of Lao She's mother, who has been eating coarse grains all her life, and is still thinking about unfinished things before she dies, this makes me cherish and miss my father even more. Although my father worked hard all his life and ate coarse grains, his love and concern for the family was meticulous. After his death, we stayed in our hometown for a while, but because we were worried that my mother would not be safe in her hometown alone, we finally decided to bring her to live in the city. The house in my hometown was locked up by us for ten years, and we didn't go back to visit my father until the Qingming Festival. The walls began to leak, and my father's used coat was drowned in dust by the passage of time. Looking at everything, I can't help but think of Lao She's words, "Heartache, heartache!" Although my father's life was simple, his impact on us was profound.
As time went on, the condition of the old house got worse and worse, but we still went to clean my father's grave and put on a few sticks of incense to remember him. Looking at the rust on the scythe, I can't help but think that my father sharpened the scythe ten years ago, and now, it is abandoned. Although this scythe is no longer useful, the spirit it represents is still passed down from generation to generation. Lao She's mother, like my father, is the kind of simple and unpretentious person, but their lives are full of love and care. In this hustle and bustle of society, it's easy to lose ourselves and forget the most important things in life, but my father made me understand what the "three things" are, what is the real life. Recalling everything in the old house, an indescribable feeling welled up in my heart, a feeling that reminded me of my father, of his life, and of his love and care for us. Perhaps, we have left our hometown, but the spirit of our father will always exist in our hearts and will never be erased. Interpreting home and nostalgia, regaining the belief in life, the former hometown has now become a desert. The trivial things of life keep us busy, and we don't have time to take care of those past memories.
The departure of his father made the family more endlessly lonely. We can never go back to that old time, and we can never go back to the time when my father was still around. Perhaps, we can only see those passing years when we stop in front of the old house. The environment of my hometown has become unfamiliar with the passage of time, which makes people feel a little helpless. We are no longer used to living in remote mountainous areas, and we are no longer the masters of our hometowns. We have become visitors to the world, and it is only during the short time we stay in our hometown that we can recall those stories of the past. After all, our hometown is just for a while. Back in our hometown, we will find that we have become like a bystander. The house is empty, and the neighbors I occasionally meet are also strangers. Sometimes, we would even call out "Daddy" in front of the door of our hometown, only to find that the familiar voice no longer responded. However, this does not mean that we have lost the meaning of life. Our lives go on, and we have our own families and careers to focus on. Although we lost our father, we always had to live a good life. Time fades our memories, but life still moves forward. Memories can be heartwarming, but we also have to learn to let go.
We should treat memories as a precious gift and the past as a life experience. In the depths of our hearts, we will understand that the Father has left enough traces in our lives. Our next generation may no longer have nostalgia. They will enjoy a more modern life and enjoy the convenience brought by technology. However, we still need to bring these traditional ways of life to them, so that they can also feel the beauty of those past. We are no longer children, and we are no longer the young age. However, we can still have our own beliefs and life pursuits. Perhaps, what we have to learn is to accept the changes and passages in life with a calm heart. In this fast-paced era, we need to commemorate those years that have passed with sincerity and emotion. We need to protect our home and family with affection and love. This may be the motivation for us to continue to move forward, and it is also the belief that we always adhere to. Once, there was such a person, his name was Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming's parents divorced when he was very young, and he and his mother depended on each other, and gradually he forgot his father. However, whenever he heard someone call his father, he felt a sense of powerlessness and unease.
When he was a child, Xiao Ming always thought that he didn't need his father because his mother could give him everything he needed. And his father's absence also made him have no expectations for him. However, as he grew older, Xiao Ming began to think about the meaning of his father's existence, he wondered why he was so lonely, and wanted to know what kind of person his father was. Once, Xiao Ming met his father on the street, and his feelings were very complicated. The father did not recognize him, but looked at him suspiciously, and left. Xiao Ming was disappointed, he had expected to get some response, but his father acted as if he had never known him. Xiao Ming began to become angry, he began to resent his father for not paying for him, and he began to feel abandoned by his father. He often felt that his body was oppressed by these negative emotions, and he even began to give up hope for the future. He no longer believes in love, no longer believes in friendship, and no longer believes in anyone. However, Xiao Ming's mother was always by his side, and she never gave up her love and support for her son. Through his mother's words and companionship, Xiao Ming gradually began to understand his father's behavior. He began to realize that people's behavior is determined by many factors, and the same is true for adult decisions.
Perhaps, his father also has his own predicament and suffering, maybe he didn't mean to hurt Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming began to learn to be tolerant, he knew that he could not change his father's decision, but he could change his attitude. He began to confront his father with understanding, and he began to try to understand his father's life and thoughts. He realized that he had grown up and no longer needed to rely on the approval and support of others, and that he could find a better direction for his life. Through this experience, Xiao Ming learned tolerance and understanding, and he also learned to face life's challenges bravely. He knows that his future does not depend on the opinions and expectations of others, but on his own choices and actions. He began to take on life's challenges with more confidence and determination. Life is like a journey, sometimes you get lost, and sometimes you encounter setbacks and difficulties. However, as long as you always maintain your inner firmness and courage, you will be able to overcome all difficulties and move towards a better future.