Father's day prose

How much love is there in the world? There is no love as thick as our father's love! Reading his father's words before his death is to miss his father's past and warm his loneliness with love again and again!

Today is Father's Day. This festival reminds me of my father!

Since my father died of illness on October 23rd last year/KLOC-0, the memory of my father has become an eternal memory in my life! Father is such a warm word in our life. Father loves mountains. I said this word silently, thinking about my father who left!

There is a memory that can last for a long time, a yearning that can last for a long time, and a pair of warm hands that people will never forget. I believe that my father's white hair on his temples, deep eyes and wrinkles on his forehead should leave us more than just his back. ...

Never see my father's smile again, never hear my father's nagging again. This festival, as a father, I especially think about the happiness with my father!

When I was a child, I often sat on my father's shoulder. My father is a ladder to heaven, and my father is a cow pulling a cart. I can't forget that I grew up with a small business, and I can't forget to sigh for half a pot of old wine. When I grow up, the children in the mountains will go out. I want to write a letter to my home thousands of miles away when I was a child, and I hope my son will return to a bag of stuffy smoke and stars. ...

Whenever I think of my father, I think of Gong Yue's "father". The familiar melody is not only melodious, but also full of deep affection for my father. I can occasionally find a lost beauty in this lyric. I don't remember sitting on my father's shoulder when I was a child, but since I can remember, I have deeply understood that my father is like a ladder climbing to the sky and a cow pulling a cart. There are three aspects of human suffering.

Poor tea, a sigh and half a pot of old wine, isn't it a portrayal of my father's life?

My father was born in 1946. At the age of seven, he lost his father and lived with his mother. At the age of seventeen, he left his hometown and became the son of his aunt. From then on, he changed his surname from seventeen years to his present surname. His father was wandering from place to place, and in his mother's words, he never enjoyed a day in his life. Last year, I struggled with the disease for three and a half years. Finally, I couldn't stand the sun and left us at the age of sixty-four. This is the father I miss in my heart. He said goodbye to us forever before he could really enjoy the little reward given by his children. At that moment, I had a feeling that the ground was going to fall. ...

It is also the annual Father's Day. On this day of blessing my father, I still insist on writing down his words. I believe that the father under the grave can still feel the concern of his children!

Father's love is a mountain, and our children are a grass at the foot of this mountain! Father, I haven't done enough to be your child in my life. I will be your child in the next life!

There are thousands of feelings in the world. Will the afterlife really be like this song? I never believe that I often stand in the dark and wait. ...

Because I miss my father, whenever I see many fathers my age smiling and living happily in the street, my heart is really happy for them, but I often feel pain for myself, cry for my father and miss my father in pain! Tears streaming down my face, I miss my father's love!

My father is stubborn and kind, and he is a famous honest man in the village! In my family, my mother used to have the final say. When we grow up, we play jokes on our father. Aren't you a typical "wife-phobic"? Father always smiles sweetly and says: Your mother is not easy. Women always have to let go This is what men should do! This seems so ordinary, but since I got married, my father's words are like beautiful words, which let me know whether a man is tolerant of women or loves with his heart!

I was waiting for my father a week before he died. After he left, he always told me to be nice to my mother in a slight voice from time to time. Looking at my bony father, I knew he wouldn't tell me what to do. However, at the end of his life, he was still worried about his wife who had been with him for more than 40 years, so I always turned my head and secretly shed tears!

My father's life is ordinary, but in his life, I have met men. A real man is a symbol of strength. His shoulders may not be wide, but they must be strong. Men have responsibilities, and men also have responsibilities.

How much love there is in the world? There is no love as thick as our father's love! Reading his father's words before his death is to miss his father's past and to warm his loneliness with love again and again! I miss the days when I had my father. I hope I can leave a man's sincerity, care and smile to the people around me like my father, and leave the best memories in this world!

Outside the window, the sun is still there, and the years are still there. On Father's Day, I will think of my father, and I will think of writing about my father. I suddenly saw a beam of his light in my heart. Isn't that hope?

Finally, I will send my best wishes to all the fathers in the world. Since you have chosen this kind of life, you must assume this role and responsibility!