Black singing magpie noise faints trees, Qingming Festival cold food whose family is bitter. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the ancient tomb is green. The continuous drizzle in the sky, the gloomy atmosphere and the inexplicably sad heart seem to be the same messenger with a cold message; the Qingming Festival has arrived.
In fact, since the death of my father, I have been very sensitive to Ching Ming Festival. I am so sensitive that I feel a little pain in my heart, just like hearing the word "father". I don't know if I miss my father too much or I am too stubborn. For more than a year, I still don't want to believe that my father is gone. But from the loneliness of every time I came home, and from my mother's speechless thoughts on the phone, I was sure that my father was really gone and that he had left us forever. No matter how much we miss and call, he will never come back.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not wait. Father, my dear father, although I have a rich life now, I have no chance to honor you now. I hate myself, I hate myself for not giving you enough love when you are alive, and I hate myself for not going back to see you in time when you miss your daughter. Even if I can stay with you for three or two days, I think you will be very happy and satisfied.
Recently, I always think of you non-stop. In a trance dream, I saw you coming like me, you are still the same, wearing a dark blue old-fashioned hat, dark blue Mao suit, black trousers, black cloth shoes. I cried out in surprise, Dad, suddenly, you were gone, I looked around crazily, woke up from my dream with sobs, looked at the ceiling, and never wanted to sleep again. In the silent night, I can't help but burst into tears. I miss your busy figure in the field and your kind smile. I can't forget the sigh when you stood at the window of the ward in Nanjing. I can't forget that you and your mother called me in the middle of the night. you said you were afraid of affecting my work during the day. I put down the phone and I burst into tears. I can't forget that you and your mother told me that I was the most sorry of the four children, and that there was no way for me to drop out of school at that time. Listening to what you said, I didn't know if I was aggrieved or something, and I began to cry like a child. Who can say that filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of Chunhui-like mother. Although you let me drop out of school I am not reconciled, but I also understand you from the heart, understand you and your mother. For the sake of our four brothers and sisters, you and your mother have broken their hearts, getting up early in the morning and working hard. Although the days are not rich, but you have given me selfless love and a warm home.
Since you left, I do not want to talk about you with others, let alone hear the word Dad, because I am afraid it will touch the pain in the bottom of my heart. Holding your picture, I have a lot to say to you about my work, my family, and everything that has happened in your absence for more than a year, but, Dad, can you hear me?
It is Qingming Festival again, and the flowers are raining one after another. Do you know, this continuous drizzle is the tears I miss my relatives, this cool breeze is my heart words with my relatives, and the flowers and plants all over the mountains are my wishes and prayers for my relatives in heaven.
Author: indifferent as water
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