Untold love poem, sing not over of good mother.How many times how many times quivering ground, sifting and disheartened to throw paper brutally into the rubbish bin.Have been thinking of a pen to write a father, every time and don't start writing, and delay until now.Father exactly how to write, this pen and ink is not thick, not beautiful, my father to give my love, how to fully express?However, I finally understand, father is unable to use language and words can paint well, today, I once again memories, let this stupid pen, to write down my past life, the father figure.
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Dozen small love Chinese, also referred to as the "Chinese characters" only when preschool, because like persistence, founder of it.Primary school, preliminary began to contact diary, composition.Every time I turn it in in the black and white, back is always big red optimization and a few plus.The teacher also often take my writing as a model.I really feel good.This man is handsome, I listen to parents said dozen small regarded me as a daughter, may be related to this.But also because of this, a small I was shy people chasing the called "baby", have been to today.But every time I hear other people's praise, I always uneasy, proud face glowing guilty and ashamed to glow.This is the secret of I always dare not say.
My father encouraged me to write, but now I seldom read my articles, even my words because of lost a father's correction, and even more proud.Remember, father is a very ordinary person, not the unit with a fixed salary.Just from the old county seat moved to the new county, our family also is in a small warehouse to vacate the room, a bed, a big cabinet.Father rented window-dressing in nearby, launched a grain and oil business, business is good at first, as around the site to build new homes, stream of people a lot.At that time, father owned a stamped on the tricycle, this also is home the most valuable thing at that time.The father in the car, containing high rice on his back, with people in the county site home delivery.And I also often follow father, sat in the meters in the heap.Only remember my father have a thick and strong shoulder, two bags of rice by hand a lun is the darling of the lie in his father's shoulders, shoulders swaying back and forth on with my father picked me to make me happy.Delivery of the customer, it is very remote places, there are many places of the new county haven't built, and a muddy dirt road.Father is holding my hand, hand carrying rice go forward.Nothing can stop him, even if have he will head to go forward and never look back.No. I'm always walk will just need to take a short rest, sometimes I asked father to hold me.And the father that messy hair is carrying a and a bean big drops, I just didn't care.Along with many large and small meters, this small store, almost all of the rice, rice taste I am familiar with.However this pile of pile yoneyama became one of my biggest paradise, is also in the m pile, the father taught me the harmonica, or learn how to put the harmonica zi zi of sound.Father loved singing, nature is very good at blowing harmonica, listen to mom said father won the singing contest awards several times.Father told me that he wanted a accordion when I was young, but poor at home.Was no radio, no tape recorder, father's mouth, then kiss my mouth, call me touch music.Involved into the elementary school age, the father in this three or four years, how many goods, I also don't know, only know the tricycle was left in the corner, with a motorcycle.The rich in the home, the father decided to buy a new house, and contemplating expansion of a store, buy a car, of course, this is another story.The original along has lived on others, warehouse also has all sorts of sundry.And are not viscose signs along 11 couldn't see the original color, sign written in his father's name is incomplete.The along between was lost, but it let me as a child in the comings and goings of abortion, tasted the suantiankula, even though it was still a child.
Now my father is a driver, mother runs his father had been contemplating shops, is satisfactory.Father is a bit, of course, the temper also passed on to me.Father always love who, once and achievement in my career, I through his words as if I saw a young energetic youth, but also is the past after all.But I know him, fighting for so many years, now he is too tired, sometimes need to recall the past, give a person with strength and comfort people always love beautiful things, isn't it?People around several times before I mention father, said she was a big man.I am always proud to think, "big man" is only belong to him.Remember that 08 year, after a fall, grandma left cerebral hemorrhage in the hospital.From that day to grandma out of the hospital, the father used his time in the hospital ward, even if the home is just a lunch for grandma in the past, even in the evening, so close to home even live in the yard.Then they talked about such a thing, grandma in the hospital after eating little, but the distance required everyday defecate, have profit to the body.But there is also always constipation, grandma again because she is weak, unable to drain.So the father raised his hand to help grandma excretion.Grandma said: "even if it round son, also let daughter to do."Father should, however, his father quietly has opened the aunt, wriggle his hand help her discharge.Grandma still don't know in the end.Maybe now you get sick, be funny, just laugh.This is my father, I say he is great.Tourism in late years, grandma because wrestling broken bones, and had to live in the hospital, but the disease is severe, then turned into yichang central hospital.In writing this article, two hours before the father and grandma came back from the hospital.Heard that grandma injury is stable, but still need to take care of.Grandma to yichang, this for more than five months time, the father put down her work, stay in the hospital, only take care of my grandma.Which only came back twice, one at a time processing something left again.The second time is 30, father for the first time I taken down at the beginning of the yichang, I also see the grandmother lying in a hospital bed.Her leg in help restore instrument, face is not bad, hair gleaming.The first day to the hospital, my father was to wash grandma replaced the previous evening by filth Dian dirty pants.Then father stood at the end of the bed to help grandma do recovery exercises, and the father is like a father to the child, grandma some bonus to encourage the leg lifts."Come on, come on, do ten!""Yes, hard, yi. It's not up?""Yes, more carry! Carried out this.""Hey, you are cunning, I don't watch, don't do!"After the second day morning, father confessed everything, and with my mother and I went to the GongAn grandma's home, but made no mention of grandma's injury, there three days in a hurry back to the khufu.Father just drove to the home, have a person to take care of yichang grandma.Grandma came back just now, I finally met his father again.He lost a lot of, behind him.Many thick shoulders hunched in his memory.Did not and I said so many words, however, a granny into the room, he is busy, back to grandma in boring, wipe with I just sent to the hot water for grandma.Father give grandma a bed in the sitting room, bedroom didn't watch TV, grandma lay a person boring, also convenient for us to take care of, much more spacious.His father began to encourage grandma to rehabilitation training.
Father encourage grandma scenes are so familiar with, and only left corner in your mind.Actually you can see these words, "write" is my father, yes, I have written words, all is written by the father, left my name.Primary school first tried writing, every boring, no interest, often until the night before to go to ter the father helpless, then write up the many words on the paper.I would sit there exulting, much more relaxed.Because I know father again in help me to write a composition, I just need to copy again, transcripts of exercise books, on the second question openly to the teacher, and get a red, praised by the teacher, praise a, get the students worship eyes, but in the end, when the classmate's parents asked his father "you how so good son composition?"Father always smiled said: "he is! See love reading!"Then.Touch my head, coming from his generous palm hot greetings, hot I get red in the face.And so I also accustomed to, and he also help me to write Chinese calligraphy, painting yeat, has got a prize.I also made a minor celebrity, because the work is my name.My father would be so much.However, unconsciously I fell in love with the feeling of ZhongXingPengYue, I finally understand have skill will be praised.Then I fell in love with ter, my father helped me care.My article is becoming more and more good, my father always joked: "you now I cannot read the words."But I know, I will never than his father.
My father hope I can be a teacher in the future, but it's no use I always called him again and again disappointed, and he again and again to take care of me.Father's shoulder, I can't climb up, with the support of his I also over his shoulder, and I can only follow behind him, looked at his thick shoulder, walking his footprints on good, is so sweet, so safe.He has all the father figure, but gave me is not the same as love.He told me, ideals, when self-improvement.So I decided to put this article must give him a look.
Hubei xingshan county, yichang khufu middle school second day: talk about books frequently