Gao Zheng essay: The old house

My mom went to Hexi on December 13 four years ago, and today (December 9th) my father also drove Tsurushi west, and they will be reunited in heaven.

My father was sent away at the funeral home, and my friends and relatives who came to my father's memorial service left. At night I sat quietly in the old house, which was usually very popular, although the heating was very hot, I felt cold, and my heart felt very cold. There was no father in the room, no voice, no breath. Everything belongs to the peaceful night. Everything in the house did not move, they were all in the same place, and because of the death of their father, they all suddenly bowed their heads quietly, as if they were silently sending off my father to mourn their old master.

The old house at home, from the people coming and going, the popularity, suddenly became quiet, quiet let me feel that due to the death of my father, everything here has been taken away. I suddenly felt lonely, feeling that home was not the size of the house, but whether it was popular, even if there were hundreds of square meters of large houses, there was no popular snail house. Warm popularity is a sign of whether a home is harmonious and prosperous.

Having a home with my parents, when I came back there was a sense of belonging, not caring about the replacement or relocation of the house, living there, but where my parents were. People often say that where the parents are, there is home, and now I deeply understand it. As a result of my parents' departure, the temperature of the home dropped to a freezing point, and my heart also cooled, more lonely, desolate, lost, and reminiscent.

On the couch at home, there is still the warmth of his father on the bed, there is still his voice echoing in the room, his breath is still in the old house, he went to another world so quickly, it is difficult for me to accept, but the reality is this, he left, drove the crane west, took away a warm home with parents, I became a child without parents, I want to call Daddy again, no one agreed, I still have to shout: Daddy! You're good all the way! My father's departure pushed me to the foreground, and I became the elder of the family. I'm getting old too...

When I sit alone and calm down, I will have more memories of my parents' lives, reminiscing about my childhood, my parents' care in my youth, and feeling guilty about my busy work and little companionship with them in middle age. Their old age is the treasure of the family that my children and I remember. Recalling the scene when we sent our parents to the west of the crane, and remembering the last time I saw them at the memorial service, my mood changed from warm reminiscence to low and uncomfortable, and I really did not want to accept this desolate reality. Life's birth, old age, illness and death are all natural laws, but the parenting grace of my parents is eternal in my heart and will never disappear.

Every day the earth rotates, the sun still rises, the river is constantly rushing, everything in nature is going on, there is nothing missing, but our home lacks my father and mother, and our family's small sphere rotates off the track of the past, losing the joy of the past, losing the warm and harmonious days of having parents. My mind stood on the bank of the family's river, watching this small river channel that had been washed out by the river of life for decades, and it was about to be diverted and dried up because of the death of my parents. Sour heart, let the tears rush outward. The strong affection of the past will exist for a long time with long thoughts and sorrows. Over time, thoughts may drift away. But everything was because the river of this home was diverted to dry up...

On the bench downstairs, the old men who used to gossip are still absent from their fathers, and the companions who go to the market to buy vegetables are still going to buy vegetables, but they are absent from their fathers. On the bench, next to the old man who bought vegetables, I seemed to see the clear figure of the old father. Thoughts guide my senses to remember the departed loved one!

Parents still have a place in life, parents go to life only the way home!

The window of the old house, the warm sunshine of the morning, still shines on the bed where the old father is lying, the sun is shining, and it is a pity that there are no people who used to bask in the sun. I believe that with my father's goodness, integrity, and responsibility, he would shine in the warm sun in another world.

Everything would be wonderful, and he was reunited with my mother in another world. I bless them!

Dad, Mom, and I wish you all the best in another world.

I will be your son in the afterlife!

Mommy and Daddy! Rest in peace! Loved ones I will always miss!