Today is the eleventh day of the first lunar month. Father's Third Anniversary Day. I miss him a lot. His father, who had been fighting for this country all his life, had been a national labor model, had been to Zhongnanhai, and had been received by leaders. Very little

Today is the eleventh day of the first lunar month.

Father's Third Anniversary Day.

I miss him a lot.

His father, who had been fighting for this country all his life, had been a national labor model, had been to Zhongnanhai, and had been received by leaders.

He, who rarely had intimate behavior with our children, always seriously taught us to be grateful and tolerant.

We didn't learn.

They have become strange people who do not know how to get along with people smoothly, let alone know how to hide the front.

I didn't have him in my childhood memories, he had left when I was ten years old, but he was still traveling around, when he was sixty and had white hair.

Like an old willow.

I remember when he was finally home every day, he was in his twilight years, but he was still stubborn, forced to smile a little more, but still so unnatural.

In the first half of his life, his father was strong, and his mother was wronged; in the second ten years, his mother completely turned over, and his father always did not speak, and when he could not bear it, he could only shake his head and get up and leave.

Throughout his life, he was never able to communicate with me normally, without the soft words of other families who felt kind, mostly reprimands and unspoken concerns that could only be felt but could not be heard.

The character of both refusing to lose and the generation gap of up to fifty years have forcefully suppressed each other's emotional expression.

After my father went, I was not particularly sad at first, only a little dazed and overwhelmed, and I could even laugh with others.

It was only a few months before I really realized that I had completely lost him.

The figure that has always been tall and tall in my heart.

Grief began to pour in like a tidal wave, so intense that it was always in tears unconsciously, regardless of the place.

Although I still had a partial preference for my mother, I always felt sad and self-pitying that without my father, I had become an orphan.