In this world, parents give too much for their children, and children often fail to comprehend this deep affection. It wasn't until my dad came to the end of his life that I realized that the true meaning of filial piety was far more complicated than I thought.
My dad was an ordinary farmer who had worked in the fields all his life, and he was never tireless in order to support his family. When I was a child, I always felt that he was an ordinary man who turned a blind eye to his dedication and hard work. I thought I was sensible, but I didn't know how to be grateful and filial, I often talked back to him, and even ran away from home without paying attention.
However, time flies and time flies. When my father entered his seventies, his health began to weaken and the work in the fields became more and more difficult. I finally realized that my father was old, and I had not fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations as a child.
One day, I received a call from home and learned that my father was sick in bed and was in a very serious condition. I hurried home, but it was too late to say the last words to him. At the moment of his death, I looked at his haggard face, and my heart was full of remorse and sadness.
I began to recall the bits and pieces of my father's life, and every time he silently paid for the family. He never complained, silently endured the hardships of life. He never cares, and silently tolerates our mistakes. He never gives up and silently creates a better life for us.
But I'm always self-centered, focusing only on my own desires and pursuits, and ignoring my father's efforts. I'm too selfish, too ignorant, too unfilial.
After my father's death, I decided to reflect on myself. I began to take the initiative to care for my family and try to make up for my past mistakes. I learned to be grateful, to cherish, and to be filial.
However, I also understood that my dad was gone and could no longer apologize to him. I can only silently tell him in my heart that I love him, that I will always miss him, and that I will try to be what he expects.
It wasn't until my father died at the age of 71 that he realized that most of the truly filial people are children who have no future. This sentence was like a hammer that struck me in the heart. I deeply feel that filial piety is not just words, but should be embodied with actions and understood with heart.
I wish I could see in the spirit of heaven that I have understood. I will continue to work hard to live up to my parents' expectations and their love for me. May Dad rest in peace in the Spirit of Heaven, may he forgive my faults, may he see me better, may he be happy and happy forever.