[Father's Day] Father's love is speechless -the father who is omnipotent in our hearts

The crops have not been harvested in 1984

My daughter sleeps so sweetly in my arms

I don’t have time to watch the open -air movies tonight

My wife reminds me of the pedal of the sewing machine

Tomorrow I will go to the neighbor's house and borrow some money

The child cried all day, how can you eat biscuits all day?

The blue polyester card jacket hurts into my heart

Squat on the pond and give yourself two punch

This is the text in my father's diary

This is the prose poem left by his youth

After decades, I watched my tears continuously

But my father is so old like a shadow

—— "The Prose Poems written by Father"

Speaking of fatherly love, many people often describe their father's love like mountains, deeply stable. Compared to the gentleness and delicate mother love, the father's love in the Chinese emotions is always ashamed to express, neglected to publicity, but it is towering.

His father has always been like a silent superman, and even his emotions are full of corners. As we grow older, we have become more and more understanding and understanding the hard work and difficulties of our father, but often rarely export this gratitude and love.

Today is Father's Day. Let us express what we want to say to my father through this opportunity!

I wish all their father a happy holiday, healthy and safe ~

Father in the writer's pen

Father's Day severe (festival selection)

Text/Mo Yan

The severe father's strictness is famous in our high northeast township. When I was in my teens, I often sprinkled the wild. Whenever I at this time, as long as someone said lowly behind me: your dad is here! I will fight a chill, my neck is tightened, my eyes are staring at my toes, and I can only be in my eyes for half a day. Come back.

The people in the village asked puzzled: How are your brothers afraid of your father? Yeah, why are we afraid that our father will be like this? Do my father hit us? No, he has never hit us. Does he scold us? No, he never scolded us. He neither hit you nor scolded you, so why are you afraid of him so? Yes, we don't understand why we are so afraid of our father.

... ...

My father is 80 years old and is the most kind and kind old man in the village. He judged two people in his memory. In fact, since his grandson, his prestige has gone. In my mother's words: Tiger is old, not prestigious. My elder brother worked in a foreign country. His children and my parents did not help with it, but my second brother's daughter, son, and my daughter all grew up on his back. My daughter was about to graduate from college immediately. When I met Grandpa, I had to get drilling in my arms. Can she imagine that Grandpa's coughing then could make Dad tremble and sweat?

Later, my mother said to our brothers privately: Your father has regretted it long ago, saying that in those years, we have been in class struggle. Our family is a Chinese peasant and a united object of the poor and middle peasants. I'm afraid that the child will make a misfortune outside, so I don't have a good look at you. Of course, my mother did not say what my father wanted us to forgive, but we heard this meaning. However, many people in Gao Mi Northeast Township said that the reason why our old housekeeper came out of a group of college students and graduate students, relying on the severe of my father. It would be difficult to say if I did not have the harshness of my father, and I would be a person who looked like.

Ordinary person (festival)

Text/Liang Xiaosheng

His father was seriously doing, doing things seriously, and even the mass actors, and he was serious to the degree of love. This is probably inseparable from his willingness. A retired old construction worker, suddenly walking around the camera, must be his joy. People who are extremely disgusted with themselves and want to be serious. This explanation is fully explained. But me -his son, if you only have such an explanation, it proves that I lack of understanding of my father.

I think- the word "serious", the main characteristic of the character of his father's personality may be because he is a construction worker, and he has been an architectural worker for almost a lifetime, and it is an excellent winning. construction worker.

A almost lifelong industry will inevitably cast an obvious personality characteristics. The architects will not give the blueprint they designed to the architects -that is, the purpose of those brick and mice. However, which great magnificent building is not built by builders with bricks and tiles? It is that every brick and every tile, day after day, monthly monthly, year after year, more than ten years, for more than ten years, for more than ten years, for more than ten years, for more than ten years. For decades, cultivation has become a sense of responsibility and a high sense of responsibility to the high degree of responsibility for the future of the future. Although they know that they are involved, they are willing to work through their bricks and tiles to promote the crown of others through their bricks and tiles. Their seriousness is because this is their pleasure.

May our lives be serious about others, and can lead their pleasant character from the Chinese oil.

His father is an ordinary person who can't be ordinary. His father was a serious mass actor. In other words, his father is a "color" mass actor.

With my father as a mirror, I often can't help asking myself -On the stage of life, am I also an actor? What kind of actor am I? In terms of performing arts, I respect the personality actor. As far as people are concerned, the opposite is just the opposite, I respect everyone who is a "color", and I am very alert to the "personality actor" ...

Witches (festival)

Text/Long Yingtai

I slowly and slowly realized that my loneliness seemed to be related to another back. After the PhD degree, I went back to Taiwan to teach. On the first day when I went to college, my father gave me a long distance with his cheap car truck transporting the feed. He did not open to the main entrance of the university, but parked at the narrow alley on the side door. After unloading his luggage, he climbed out of the car and was ready to go back. He launched the engine, but shook down the window and stretched out his head and said: Daughter, Dad feels very sorry for you. This car is really not a car from college professors.

I watched his small truck carefully reverse, and then drove out of the alley and left a ball of black smoke. Until the car turns invisible, I still stood there and beside the box.

I went to the hospital to see him every week. It was more than ten years later. Pushing his wheelchair for a walk, his head was lowered to his chest. Once, I found that the excrement was filled with his pants legs. I squatted down and wiped him with my own handkerchief. The skirt was also stained with feces, but I had to rush back to Taipei to work like this. The nurse took his wheelchair, I picked up the bag, looked at the back of the wheelchair, stopped slightly in front of the automatic glass door, and then did not get started.

In front of the furnace door of the crematorium, the coffin is a huge and heavy drawer, which slowly slides forward. I didn't expect to stand so close, and it was only five meters away from the furnace door. The rain was blown by the wind and drifted into the promenade. I opened the rain and wet my forehead, and stared deeply and deeply, hoping to remember the last watch.

I slowly and slowly understand that the so -called father, daughter, mother and son, but only means that your fate and him are that this life is constantly watching his back and farther away. You stand on the end of the path, watching him gradually disappear at the area where the road turns, and he silently tells you with his back: you don't have to chase.

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