Affection will last forever

There is no land without heaven, no home without land, no home without you, no me without you. If you didn't raise me, give me a warm life, if you didn't protect me, what would my fate be?

Whenever I hear this familiar melody, tears blur my eyes. A bony figure seemed to appear right in front of us.

This is my father!

For five years, when I think of my father, my heart is full of guilt.

I didn't really wait on my father when he was sick. I didn't buy decent clothes for my father. My father left suddenly and gave me no more chance of filial piety. I remember that my mother had just died, and I went to see my father. When I met him, I could not say a word but shed tears. We all miss our mother. The narrow old house looked empty and my father looked so thin. My father told me that I dreamt that I lived in a spacious house with my mother. At that time, my father's eyes were straight and asked me if his soul had gone. Is it already in the mother's grave? I just comforted my father to say that he was scared and spent every night in loneliness and fear. I'm afraid I can't even live in a small dirt house. Somehow, there seems to be a hint that my father didn't get out of that winter in the end.

Father fell and was admitted to the city hospital.

When I got to the hospital, my father saw that I was as happy as a child and was so excited. He chattered on and on about what had happened in the village. I wanted my father to have a rest for a while, but I couldn't bear to sweep away the joy. The doctor repeatedly told me not to walk around at will. My father was so strong that he had to go to the toilet and pour water by himself. In fact, my father can no longer swallow. Father is brainstem hemorrhage, how can he walk around at will? Now think about it, unspeakable regret ah!

At the moment when my father took off his shoes and took off his shoes, I even reproached him for not wearing a pair of new socks. My father was suddenly a little embarrassed: patching old socks to keep warm. The moment I took off my socks, my heart was so sour that I almost burst into tears. My father's heels were covered with thick dirt, and it seemed that he had not washed his feet for a long time. My father has asthma. He can't bend over. He can't wash his feet. From that moment on, I no longer have any scruples. I want to take my father home.

But my father didn't give me a chance anymore. When I was transferred to the hospital to take a taxi, my father thought he was going to my house. The spirit is suddenly very good, but also urged to bring their own toiletries. All of a sudden, I realized that my father was so eager to live with me. However, I didn't do it.

Eight o'clock the next morning. Father is gone. Father left in a hurry and failed to close his eyes. I knelt in front of the bed and carefully rubbed my eyes for my father. For fear of waking my father.

Take my father all the way home.

Big, my daughter is sorry to you, let your daughter dress you for the last time! I knelt sadly beside my father.

At that moment, my father's eyes opened slightly. I could feel that my father was trying to appease my lost heart, maybe telling me that I didn't mean to blame.

For five years, I have been afraid to touch the sore spot in my heart. But I know that forty years ago, my father took me home and used his thin body to earn money to support me. For as long as I can remember, my father was very thin and often sick. Be careful and have a gentle personality. When I was a child, I particularly envied the children's father, who was tall and burly. Also envy the children's father's angry temper and never be bullied by the outside world. Every night, looking at the window with half the curtains, I was always worried about the appearance of the thief that the adults often said, and that my thin father would not be able to beat the thief. Every night comes, I always sleep under the quilt. After worrying like this for many years, the thief did not appear. Those grumpy fathers often come home with injuries. Our family has always been very calm.

I grew up. My father is old.

Father works in a small coal mine. In that era of material scarcity, the food and clothing of our family was a big problem. As a result, my father dug up one wasteland after another on the mountain and planted yam, millet and other crops to make up for the lack of food. In the evening, I go to hit the furnace tube for a factory after work. Earn some extra change and try your best to make life easier. I don't go home until 12:00 at night.

When I was 7 years old, my family bought a radio, and my father taught me how to use it and how to listen to the serial broadcast of novels. From that moment on, I fell in love with novels and literature.

Father always makes a lot of novel toys out of discarded things. I remember that during the Spring Festival, the children pasted a lantern and lit candles inside. Playing happily in the street. My father, on the other hand, fitted the pasted lantern with a small light bulb, pulled up the wire, pressed the battery and the switch on the handle. At that time, as soon as I showed up with a lantern, my friends were very envious and revolved around me. My father also knitted cages for me, welded ice carts, made hairpins for me with copper wire, and my father was able to make iron into teapots, dustpan, fire doors, coal shovels, rice shovels, and so on. After I got married, my father gave me some furniture like this. Until now, it is still in use and is reluctant to throw it away.

Father is old, a lot of things, always handled improperly, I often blame my father. I didn't realize that my father was already a patient.

Every time I think of my father being blamed, his eyes always stare at the ground, as helpless as a child who has made a mistake. Now when I think about it, my heart hurts like being torn apart. My father held up the sky with his thin body and let me grow up healthily. But I failed to create a happy old age for my father.

My father and I do not have the slightest blood relationship, but can let me grow up happily. And what about me? At the moment, there is only repentance.

Every Qingming Festival, look at the familiar names on the tombstone. My heart is about to break. There is no afterlife, can never make up for the regret in the heart ah! It was my father who gave me a world, let me grow up, and made me understand the meaning of life and the value of being a man. Father, how can your daughter repay you in this life? At the moment, the only thing my daughter wants to say is: how can I be without you? Never need to think of, never forget.

Author: Zhao Yafen