My old father

My father, he was an honest, loyal, kind and serious man. His life was hard and happy, hard work was that he was a farmer, not much culture, when my father was twelve years old, my grandfather passed away, there were many children in the family, so he went to my aunt's grandmother's house to live for more than ten years, so he went to junior high school for a few years and did not graduate from school to drop out of school to work, carrying wood (in Daxinganling), when he was in his twenties, he was introduced to my mother, and since then a happy life has come. Because my father is an honest man, thick, only know how to work, can not speak, not very good at communicating with others, the so-called "male outside the female inside" this word in my family reversed, my mother was in that era of the university people, because of physical reasons could not be admitted to the university. So my mother, our foreign minister, and my father is the hard work of the family, "The Cow Devil King." After a lifetime of hard work, just about to enjoy, the disease came to me, my father fell ill, but under the careful care of my mother, I lived with the disease for ten years, and suddenly fell ill in November this year, failed to survive, and left us forever! It came too suddenly, and now a month has passed, but it always feels like my father is still there, he's exercising back and forth, sitting on the kang watching TV, playing with toys with his grandson, chatting with my mother, chatting with us, shouting, whispering, the picture seems to be still in front of us. When I was busy at work, I didn't have time to think about it, but once I sat down or lay in bed, everything in front of my father's life came to mind, and the tears couldn't stop flowing! People's life is very short, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, miss you, my father!