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A yellow photo

When I returned to my hometown of Laoshan during the Spring Festival and paid new year's greetings to my uncle's house, I accidentally found a yellow precious picture of my father, which made me miss my most beloved father.

It has been 14 years since my father left us, but his voice, face, words and deeds seem to be in front of us all the time. He is still so kind and kind. Missing my father is like my hometown -- the clear spring and stream at the foot of Guangshan mountain and Laoshan Mountain flows into the long river of history!

Family affection is the back of Zhu Ziqing's father in his article. Family affection is the needle and thread in the hands of Meng Jiao's loving mother. Family affection is Wang Wei's sigh of "being a stranger in a foreign land alone and thinking twice about relatives during holidays". Family affection is Su Shi's wish of "I hope people will be long and beautiful together for thousands of miles". My father and son's affection with my father, how can I say it completely in words! Father, I miss you, sincerely forever!

My father is an ordinary and ordinary Communist Party member, but in my mind, my father is the greatest person in the world!

My third uncle said that my father was born in December of the lunar calendar in 1935. At the age of four, our grandfather was killed by the Kuomintang. At the age of 13, my father began to take charge of the family and do all kinds of work. In his young heart, he tasted the ups and downs of the world. In 1955, my father, under the age of 20, responded to the national call and joined the volunteer army to Korea to resist US aggression and aid Korea. Because of his good performance, he joined the Communist Party of China in 1956 and became a glorious Communist Party member. Since then, my father's fate has been linked with the fate of the country... In his 63 years of short life, what he left me was a valuable spiritual food! Father, rest in heaven!

According to my uncle, this photo in their family's collection was carried in the letter my father wrote to my grandfather when he was in North Korea, and there was another photo of my father's fully armed military uniform riding on his horse when he was on duty. I don't know where to hide it. Holding the precious photo of my father, which I haven't seen for a long time, my tears flow like broken pearls! Father, son, take you home with me

How can I forget that when I was in primary school, because there were many brothers and sisters in my family and there was often not enough food to eat. After my father finished his collective work, he went home to cut firewood in the prison mountain. My father often got up early in the dark and had never been idle. One year, near the Spring Festival, my father asked me to go to zhoudang Town, Luoshan with him to sell firewood. For more than 30 miles, my father picked more than 200 kilograms of firewood, So cold weather, alas After arriving at zhoudang, my father's whole body was sweating. On zhoudang bridge, I looked at my father's thin body. The cold wind was blowing. My father was just sweating. Now the cold wind is blowing on my father's body. I asked my father, it's too cold here to sell in a shelter from the wind. My father said, it doesn't matter. There are many people here. It's easy to sell. My father asked me to wait in the nearby iron house, Tell me not to freeze. When I heard my father's words, my heart was hot and my tears almost fell down. I was close to my father and said I wanted to be with my father. Later, my father said I was not sensible. My father taught me by example, which made me learn a lot of good morality.

How can we forget the flood that occurred in our hometown in 1975? The mountain flood broke out in Laoshan, which caused disaster to our family and two houses collapsed. What should we do in such a poor age? Some people said to their father that you are a veteran of the war to resist US aggression and aid Korea and a communist. It is reasonable to reach out to the country. My father said to them that the country is still very difficult and there are many people in need of help. I have nothing here. Just deal with it & hellip& hellip; Calm words, is so open-minded!

How can we forget that in the 1980s, the state reformed the land distribution to households, and the rural areas had a bumper harvest every year. Our family's life gradually improved, and the phenomenon of difficulty in selling grain came out. I remember that I was in my teens and witnessed with my own eyes. Alas, the people selling grain were crowded in the field of the grain management office! Someone said to his father, your comrades in arms are the leaders of the grain station. We can sell our grain first through the back door. His father said to them, it's best to follow the procedure. Soon, his father smiled. The first communication facilities in Laoshan were set up by the first generation of communicators, such as his father, because his father was a communication soldier, a technical expert in the army, and a certificate issued by the army. After changing jobs, he gave full play to his expertise. My father told me that if Chairman Mao said to be a pure person and a person beneficial to the people, Communists should do so! From my father's simple words, I found the truth in my father's ordinary!

How can I forget that in the autumn of 1997, I came home from Guangzhou to see my father (because I haven't been home for several years) and saw my father busy. Later, I heard that my father was the captain of the village. My father talked to me on a quiet night. My father was worried about the abandonment of rural land and worried about my brother's condition. Speaking of this, I found my father's eyes wet, In a few days, I think my father's words are very few. He just works hard. It seems that he wants to plant the abandoned land in the village. What my father says most is, how can farmers' land be abandoned!

The holiday is coming. I'm going back to Guangzhou. My father sent me to Laoshan station. I was in the car. My father looked at me for a long time, as if he had a lot to say. I looked at my father's thin body, which looked so small in the vast sea of people, and my tears flowed down... I didn't think this time would be my last farewell to my father!

On the evening of September 27, 1997, my father fell on the land he loved. When people found him, he lay silently and quietly in his familiar field, holding the shovel tightly in his hand... My father left in such a hurry and in such a calm way. I cried and shouted... My face was close to my father's cold face. Wake up, father! Father has left us forever. He will never come back. Father, go all the way. Take care of yourself in heaven! If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be your son!

Last autumn, I went home to see my father again. I stood in front of my father's grave and presented the flowers to my father together with a poem I wrote for my father to express my incomparable longing for my father.

Father, I really miss you

There was a light rain outside the window

I see through the hazy rain

As if I saw the kind face

Saw a slight smile

Heard familiar words

How I want to hug you again

father

Even for the last time

I will cherish it a hundred times

Feel it with your heart

The moment of embracing you

How I wish

Then touch the thin face

Warm those cold hands

I hope you treat me again

Show that last smile

Now, all this

Always into a little tears

Hazy rainy night

My father is an ordinary member of thousands of Chinese Communist Party members. His hard work, hard work, hard work, clean life and aboveboard life are valuable spiritual wealth left to our future generations. I love my father and I love our great Communist Party of China more! With the party, China will have a future and hope! I will use my life to protect our strong father son relationship( Youyou (to the river)