Text/Kong Yan
On the tenth day after my father left, everything seemed to be in order, but in fact, the tide of thoughts surged forward. My mother, who hardly entered her father's tool room, today sorted out her father's messy tool room and said to me, "Your father won't let me clean it up for him..." I thought my mother was pedantic, so I asked with concern, "Those iron guys have touched you?" Does it hurt? ”
"No, I put it on the table, it comes down, put it up again, it still comes down, it doesn't slip or tilt, it must be your dad won't let me move..." It made me choke without words...
Looking at my father's orderly tool room, it was the main position of my father's volunteer helpers before he died. It occurred to me that when I was pulling my father to the hospital, there was an unsuspecting neighbor who came to him to fix the radio and lamps, and he said, "I have to go to the hospital for a few days, will I come back?" "O enthusiastic father, before leaving, I still do not forget the request of the villagers." But when my father left, he never came back, taking away the trust and reluctance of the villagers in the ten miles and eight townships, and even more taking away my deep regret and attachment...
On the day of the funeral, I heard several of his old friends say, "When he's gone, we're just lame, lame..."
Yu Bao actually asked me today, "If Grandpa's illness had been discovered earlier, would he have been able to live a few more days?" Holding back the tears swirling in his eyes, he told him, "Yes, so in the future we all have to take care of our bodies, you are a man, you have to take care of yourself, study well, and take care of your grandmother..." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and turned to go out with a bag of garbage I had just collected, "I went to throw garbage...", a small age, actually endured the unbearable thoughts of ordinary people...
When I was alone at night, thousands of thoughts haunted my heart, I cried without a sound, my eyes fell off, and I still couldn't believe that my father had suddenly left. Father's love is like a mountain, you left, only to find that my mountain fell, no longer have my father's dependence and care, I, became a child without a father...
The Father's grace is as heavy as a mountain, and life is a burden.
Farewell to the world, the heart pain is indescribable!
Remembering my father, his character and wisdom, his kindness and zeal, is my eternal role model. Qingming came, it is even more sad, during the day you can pretend to turn a blind eye, if nothing happens, late at night or can't help but turn out the father's only few photos and small videos of taking medicine and vomiting, can't help but howl in pain.
One night of weeping, the dawn returned.
Afraid of hurting the motherly intentions, it flows darkly to the pillow.
All are sad, but there are thousands of tears...
Missing my father, the past always comes to mind, and I suddenly look back, every inch of my father's time has been transformed into the happiest appearance in memory...
Looking into the sky for a trace,
The sound and smile look like the wind.
Low eyebrows and sadness covered,
But see the Fairy Trail into the curtain.
When the sixteenth son went by crane,
The daughter prostrated her head and burst into tears.
Here is seen only in dreams,
Half the night dreams are empty...
About the author: Kong Yan, pen name Xinjing, director of the Women's Committee of Qufu Municipal Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau, chief of the comprehensive section of the Municipal Civil Air Defense Service Center, part-time teacher of the Municipal Moral Education Center, director of Qufu Recitation Artists Association, member of Qufu Writers Association, wind-like woman, like poetry-like life...
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