Are you okay? I miss you so much! Unconsciously, you have left us for six years. In the past six years, I have been thinking about you every minute. In my mind, I always feel that you will come back. However, no matter how much I hope, I can't expect you to come back.

When I learned of your death, I was heartbroken! One day, a living person went out, and the next day, news came that you had passed away. This is amazing! I sat on the ground, tears dripping down, soaked my collar, and suddenly I was full of fear for the world. The guy who took your life, I will never forgive him. He cost me a good family and a good father!

Without you, the earth seems to never turn again; Without you, the sun never seems to rise again; Without you, the world seems to be no longer bright. Without you, grandma goes to Lacrimosa every day; Without you, my mother will be sad all day; Without you, I am depressed every day. composition

Day after day, you are getting farther and farther away from us. Even though time can dilute everything, it will never wash away my love for you. That fat, tall image will always stay in my mind, dad, don't worry, I will study hard and make progress every day! Will not live up to your expectations; I will definitely remember your inculcation. Although you are not with me, you will live in my heart forever, and your noble sentiments deeply affect me.

"Special love, for special you …" This song is not about family, but it is enough to express my love for you. Today is Father's Day. That little paper boat carries love for you. I put it in the river. I hope you can receive my blessing in heaven, and let my love warm your heart! composition

Finally, I want to say to you: "I love you, Dad!" " "

Your daughter: Jia Lin.

After my father died, so did my father. What a surprise.

When I was thirteen years old, I jumped on my father and cried. The pillars of my family fell down, and the sky seemed to fall, and the world was in darkness.

With the help of my uncle, we buried my father.

In the following days, my mother and I were lonely and poor, but it was difficult to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. I don't know why, but my temper is getting worse and worse.

One noon, I trudged home from school. My gloomy life makes me not interested in anything. All I can think about is my dead father.

When I got home, my mother sat up from the kang and said weakly, "When you come back, my mother will cook for you."

"What? Haven't cooked yet? A nameless fire suddenly rose from my heart: "What have you been doing? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late? "In the face of my hysterical crying, my mother didn't say anything, just silently went to the kitchen and got busy silently. I ran into the house, threw myself on the kang and cried ... I don't know how long it took, and I was in a daze, feeling my warm hand touching me, and a long-lost feeling spread all over my body.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was my mother.

Her eyes were full of tears, and when I woke up, she quickly turned away to wipe them away.

"Mom, I just ..." "Son, I know you miss your father, but it's mom's fault that I didn't take good care of you.

"Mother couldn't help crying in a low voice.

"Mom, I was wrong, you don't cry.

""Son, with your father gone, we living people must cheer up. Do you think your father will be angry if he sees you like this? ""Mom, I ... ""Your father is gone, and you are the only man in the family, which is all my mother's hope. If you are so depressed, mom really doesn't know what to do.

"When it comes to the mother, tears streaming down her face.

I looked up at my mother. My mother's eyes are full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father died, and my mother was as sad as me. No, she is more upset than me. My mother may not want me to share her grief, but I should share my life's misfortunes with my mother. My broken heart should have comforted my broken heart, but I ignored others and a heart that was also crying in pain.

"Mom ..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms ... I knew I wouldn't cry again after this cry. I will use my strength and strength to hold up a clear sky for my mother.

Author: Fu Zheng from Pan Ying Middle School, qianan town, Tangshan, Hebei; Instructor: Liu Min.

I want to write a composition for my dead father. When my parents knew I was a girl, they decided to send me away. I still remember my mother telling me that she was sent away overnight just after 50 days. Whenever I ask my mother my date of birth, my mother always tells me: My birth mother says it seems to be the second day of the winter moon. It seems to be Tangram _ GUID _135686089012. Still too sad to remember, my mother told me that she didn't want me, but my father insisted on leaving me. My mother has a daughter and a son, and I have a sister and a brother. At that time, my life was very poor, but I was also very happy, because my father was a person who took care of his family very hard, and my mother was a good wife and mother, but my father occasionally quarreled with my mother after drinking. Life is quite peaceful. The news of my father's death came from the coal factory. My mother took her brother and ran to the coal factory in tears. My uncle in the factory told my mother that it was because of the gas explosion. ............. s mother suddenly became stupid, lost her husband instantly, and we also lost our father. Since then, the family has been broken. I was only 2 years old at that time, and I still couldn't understand the pain of my mother's loss. After my father's funeral, my life was so bleak. My mother goes to Lacrimosa every day and has almost no life. My mother still gritted her teeth and survived for such a long time. But my mother has always been a woman, and it is too difficult to support such a heavy burden. In order to make us live a better life, my mother married a bachelor introduced by her neighbor regardless of her family's opposition. My mother thought the future would be better, but I didn't expect that this was just a man who valued the house left by my father and what little savings my mother had, and almost ruined our family. We are full of resentment against him because of his laziness, selfishness and indifference to his family. My sister ran away from home because she didn't go home for a long time and married in Zhejiang. My brother dropped out of school because of poor grades. I grew up with the strong support of my biological parents, and my mother hinted at me day by day. Why do aunts and uncles have to pay tuition every semester? At that time, I still felt so happy. I often show off in front of my classmates: I have two fathers and two mothers, so I entered high school under their silent care. However, when the party was full of hope for my future and I was extremely eager for my college career, I was declared: I can't study any more. My biological father called and said, I have to leave this house, or his job and my brother's future? At that time, I couldn't figure out why my existence had anything to do with my father's work and my brother's future. I'm completely confused. Finally, I was ruthlessly isolated by my mother. My mother's heartbreaking pain also touched my heart. I was 17 years old that year. It was in this 17 year that my mother gave me the maternal love, care and warmth I needed. It's been six years in a blink of an eye. I left home for three years and completed my studies with the support of my brother-in-law and my own efforts. Six years have passed, and looking back at every step I have taken, I am more and more confused. I don't know what the goal is. I wonder what you want. Whenever a person thinks quietly, I am so helpless, empty and lonely. I miss my father in heaven very much, you know? I am really tired! So tired, so tired! You shouldn't leave your mother and make her suffer so much. You didn't wish her happiness and suffered so much. Dear Dad: Why did you leave me in the first place? I feel that I have suffered so much in this world, and so is life. The ups and downs are meaningless. I don't want to forgive them, but the secular concept makes me feel sorry! Dad: What should I do? I don't want to live in the same city with them because I'm afraid of resentment. I choose to stay away because I want to have time to calm down, but I can't deceive myself. I want to go to my mother's, but I can't go against my biological father's wishes. What should I do? It's easy to die, and it's all over in a flash. I think I'm really broken and I can't live any longer. If I can stay away calmly and without burden, I will choose, but I will owe my mother's family a debt. I had a hard time, really hard, enduring the pain of not being able to go home with my mother and being abandoned. Dad, can you share it with me? I don't want happiness, I don't want happiness, I just want my pain to decrease day by day. How can you promise me a small request? I can't criticize God's unfairness, because now I am far away, I have found my own world and my own family, and God has given me the best man!

An essay, writing that my father (who has passed away) is my father, encourages me to thrive; It was my father who helped me through the difficulties.

In my mind, fatherly love is not an earth-shattering event, but naturally emerges from small things.

It's a cold winter night.

Dad took me home by bike as usual.

The strong wind roared head-on, and pedestrians on the roadside tightened their bodies. On the empty road, only my father bent down and stepped on the bike with difficulty.

Although my father stood in front like a wall, I was shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.

After a while, the snow fell quickly from the cloudy sky.

"It's too cold. Find me a place to warm up first! " I said in a trembling voice.

Dad stopped the car in a hurry, touched my little hand and looked at the sky again.

"I'm afraid the snow will not stop for a while. Let's stick to it, shall we? I will go home soon.

"Dad said, and took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again.

I thought to myself, "dad helped me keep out the wind, and I still wear so little."

"The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is getting bigger and bigger.

The wheels began to slip and we were trapped in the snow.

I stood up, put my arm around my father's neck and touched my father's ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet.

It turned out that dad was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

Under the street lamp, the crystal dew on dad's forehead is snow or sweat.

Time seems to have frozen, and it feels like after a few hours, we finally reached the door.

Open the door and return to the warm and bright home.

At this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face.

It's a very different face: Qing Wu lips, red ears, shiny nose and wrinkled face.

For the first time, I found that my father was much older.

For the first time, I noticed a circle of white hair around my father's head.

For the first time, I realized that my father could not care about himself for me.

I went over and hugged my father's head, full of gratitude.

Later, as long as I recall that snowy evening, there is always a warm spring stream in my heart.

New knowledge of history, my father died after my parents died, which is too unexpected.

When I was thirteen years old, I jumped on my father and cried. The pillars of my family fell down, and the sky seemed to fall, and the world was in darkness.

With the help of my uncle, we buried my father.

In the following days, my mother and I were lonely and poor, but it was difficult to get rid of the grief of losing our loved ones. I don't know why, but my temper is getting worse and worse.

One noon, I trudged home from school. My gloomy life makes me not interested in anything. All I can think about is my dead father.

When I got home, my mother sat up from the kang and said weakly, "When you come back, my mother will cook for you."

"What? Haven't cooked yet? A nameless fire suddenly rose from my heart: "What have you been doing? You haven't cooked yet. Do you want me to be late? "In the face of my hysterical crying, my mother didn't say anything, just silently went to the kitchen and got busy silently. I ran into the house, threw myself on the kang and cried ... I don't know how long it took, and I was in a daze, feeling my warm hand touching me, and a long-lost feeling spread all over my body.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was my mother.

Her eyes were full of tears, and when I woke up, she quickly turned away to wipe them away.

"Mom, I just ..." "Son, I know you miss your father, but it's mom's fault that I didn't take good care of you.

"Mother couldn't help crying in a low voice.

"Mom, I was wrong, you don't cry.

""Son, with your father gone, we living people must cheer up. Do you think your father will be angry if he sees you like this? ""Mom, I ... ""Your father is gone, and you are the only man in the family, which is all my mother's hope. If you are so depressed, mom really doesn't know what to do.

"When it comes to the mother, tears streaming down her face.

I looked up at my mother. My mother's eyes are full of sadness and expectation. Yes, my father died, and my mother was as sad as me. No, she is more upset than me. My mother may not want me to share her grief, but I should share my life's misfortunes with my mother. My broken heart should have comforted my broken heart, but I ignored others and a heart that was also crying in pain.

"Mom ..." I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms ... I knew I wouldn't cry again after this cry. I will use my strength and strength to hold up a clear sky for my mother.

The composition of the death of a lover will always be the firecrackers of the Red Balloon. In the cries of relatives and friends, my father's coffin slowly fell into the grave. At this time, my heart was full of tears, although my eyes stopped crying ... I remembered the bright red hydrogen balloon when I was sixteen years old more than once. Under the blue sky, bright red balloons stand out. Sixteen-year-old I am proud under the traction of my father's thick hands.

I have always been proud that I am a poet among my sisters, but I don't know what words to use to express my feelings at this time ... My father has gone and came to this world with infinite attachment. "Red Balloon" stung my heart, so I couldn't confirm this sudden thing ... My father's voice echoed in my ear, so kind, and that call was a thorough baptism for me. Wherever I go, I can feel his breath. I really can't accept that I am isolated from my father's sacred title. Although I am no longer young, I am still attached to my dead father like a spoiled young son. For my father's departure, I seem to have experienced a century of choice. Time is frozen at this moment, and I feel that the whole person has been semi-mechanized. When I said goodbye to my father for the last time, my head was buzzing, and my father's image met Le Ballon Rouge and shook. Everything clearly tells me that my father has left us. My Red Balloon will also die with my memory, although I was not too sad when it died ... I am the oldest of the sisters, and my father loves me the most, because I have always been an obedient, hardworking and intelligent girl in his heart, and he is delighted with my every success ... When my sisters and I were sorting out my father's relics, we found five sisters in the attic. My father carefully cut and pasted the materials, transcripts, graduation certificate application forms that I took part in the self-taught examination, and even the tofu blocks published in various tabloid magazines that I don't usually pay much attention to. Seeing this, tears once again occupied my eyes, and I seemed to snuggle up in my father's arms again, feeling his gentle touch ... Those newspaper clippings all had my father's handwriting, and each stroke reflected a father's deep love for his children. Imagine my father's mood when sorting out these things, his hopes and longings ... Everything can't be verified after his father left ... Today, he sat in front of the computer and expressed his thoughts in words. I don't know if my father in heaven can feel it, but I know that I have been working hard, trying to do what I want to do, and trying to make my father in heaven happy forever!

How to write an article in memory of my dead father during the Spring Festival? My 8 1 year-old father passed away! This is an unacceptable fact and a blow that must be accepted! My heart hurts! 20 10 April 16, March 14th of the lunar calendar.

This painful day is the anniversary of my father's death Three hours later, when I arrived home by local train as an ox cart (that's how I felt at that time), my old father had been parked on the ground in the outhouse covered by the so-called bill! I lifted the sheet and looked at my father's face. It's so funny, a look of missing life, with his mouth open and his eyes open, as if he had something to say but didn't have time to say it.

My heart hurts like tears! Mom said in my ear, when your father left, he said, I won't die until my old girl comes back! But he died soon after he finished speaking. That's the look.

After listening to these words, my heart is more painful.

It seems that I can't express my pain with pain. I don't know if there are any more suitable words to express my feelings at this time! Last August, my old father was diagnosed with stomach cancer! What a terrible disease! People are not afraid of getting sick, but they are afraid that the doctor will say there is nothing they can do after getting sick! We had to send our father home and have so-called conservative treatment at home. In fact, we were waiting for death! All the relatives came to visit him one after another.

Eight months, tenacious old father struggled with the disease for eight months. He had to give up, he gave up, and he suffered from the disease.

Finally, I reluctantly accepted the doctor's advice and injected my father with morphine! In the end, morphine could not relieve his pain, so he gave up. In this way, he left the world he loved very much with regret.

What a person who loves life! Although my old father has never been to school, he is very clever. He can play several musical instruments: erhu, flute and drum.

It can be said to be omnipotent.

And when I was young, I was a village head for more than ten years.

I admire him for being a man and being warm and kind to people.

Broad-minded and love life.

Perhaps I am the youngest child in my family, and my father and I have the deepest feelings.

I always like to follow him and watch him do things, and he likes to take me with him.

But I never imagined that at the age of forty, I lost my father, and I will be a poor man without a father in the future! No one calls me an old maid affectionately anymore! No one stood at the entrance of the village, eagerly waiting to pick up my car! Take it from the outhouse floor to the coffin and call it burial! This is what I heard from the people who helped me at that time.

I have never experienced such an occasion.

I just think it's cruel to carry my father into a coffin and put him in a wooden coffin in a cold yard! How can people treat my father like this! Sitting in front of my father's coffin, I watched two incense sticks shorten again and again and put them on again and again.

I wonder if I'm hungry. I can't feel the snow on my face from the cold wind! Although the weather has arrived in April, it cannot be used in the cold north. It's cold when it's warm! My brothers and sisters called me into the house again and again and put on a cotton-padded jacket again and again, but I really didn't want to leave my father's coffin! Lying in this thick coffin, I gave birth to me, raised me, loved me, loved my old father, the closest person in my life, and he brought me into this world! Now I can only look at his coffin! Look at his horse, his stable boy, his garland! Maybe only people who have experienced the pain of losing their father can understand my mood at the moment! Around the grave for three days.

We arrived at the cemetery at four in the morning.

I have never worked before. I planed the loess myself with a pickaxe. I plan hard, and everyone praises me for living well. I tried to hide the pain and tears on my face! The grave is round, so we left our father's grave to go to work, because we all have to go to work, and we all have to live on! It's another three-hour drive, and I'm groggy and back to the county seat, my home.

As soon as I looked in the mirror, I found that I was not who I used to be. Face is black and red, eyes are swollen and hair is messy! Touch it with your hand and your face hurts! Back to reality, I have to work tomorrow! Take a shower and change clothes.

However, the mood is still heavy! On the first day of my father's burial, a person who was often with his father in the village came to me and said, a few days before your father died, let me tell you something. He only said these words to a man named Xiaoyun. Is that you? I nodded and said it was me.

Then he said something about who my father left two properties to and told me not to let my old mother suffer. The only regret is that my father's words were not finished at that time, and he stopped temporarily because someone came. I didn't know that my father died with unfinished regrets.

He said that my father meant to wait until no one continued to talk to him, but there was no time.

So my father's eyes didn't close! In fact, I know what dad wants to say to me, that is, I am afraid that my mother will suffer because of my sister-in-law's hypocrisy! He just asked me to take care of my mother.

Because I am his most trusted person, I have taken care of him the most since he was ill for eight months, and I am also his most satisfied person! Father's greatest regret is that I was not with him when he died! The last time I went to my mother's house was on the second day of the third lunar month, twelve days before my father died.

Speaking of which, I really believe that people have a sixth sense. Two days before my father died, my sister and I danced all the time! One night at eleven o'clock, I dreamed that my father asked me for water and said I was thirsty.

I poured him a cup, and he drank it happily, and then looked at me eagerly. His eyes are close to mine.

I suddenly woke up and looked at my watch. It was eleven o'clock. At that time, my husband was still awake, watching TV series on the computer.

This dream is very clear.

But I clearly know that my father is going to die soon. I have no choice but to go to work! My job doesn't allow me to take time off all the time.

As a result, this is my father's last reminder, and I missed my last chance to see my father! On his deathbed, he didn't see the old girl he wanted to see most! If I had known I would have come home a day earlier, my father would not have died unsatisfied! My whole body aches, especially my eyes and knees.

I'll stop here, I want to rest! I don't know what my father is thinking under the grave at the moment. Does he know that his ex-girlfriend misses him here?

Composition about fatherly love 800 Love for father's death is selfless, and love is eternal; Love is beautiful and sweet.

No matter where you are, love is never absent.

That's my father. He is always waiting for me in that position, waiting for me to grow up every day. Fatherly love is never absent.

Someone asked, what is fatherly love? How great is fatherly love? Then I tell you, father's love is lotus leaf, and I am red lotus. When the storm comes, the lotus leaves are always blocked by red lotus to protect their children. Fatherly love is rain. When drought spreads all over the earth, when it is most needed, rain will come, helping the earth to moisten and relieve pain. Father's love is a tree in heaven. When you are sultry, it shields you from the hot sun.

This is fatherly love.

My father is almost forty years old, but he is still full of energy and strong, and has helped me out of all difficulties.

I remember one day when I was seven years old, it rained heavily, like a monster invaded the earth. Raindrops fly down like beans, and the wind keeps blowing, making people tremble.

Seeing that I will be late for school, I am very anxious. How can I go to school in such heavy rain? I saw my father immediately put me on a dusty bike and put on a raincoat. I sat on the back frame of my bike and hugged my father tightly. My father takes me to school by bike.

The rain seems to hold a grudge against us. The situation is getting worse and worse, and the water on the road can completely drown our feet.

I hid behind my father's raincoat and felt very cold. It's raining hard and the sound of rain is getting louder and louder. Coupled with thunder, I feel very scared. The sound of dad riding a bike was completely drowned in the rain, and finally I got to school. I got off the bus and saw my father's face covered with rain. The rain soaked all his clothes and shoes, like a fish just fished out of the water, and he was soaked to the skin.

Father got off the bus, shook the rain and said with a smile, "Go to class quickly, or you will be late." .

"I walked into the classroom helplessly and went back to the classroom. I watched my father push his bike again and slowly disappear in the rain. My throat is a little sore.

It didn't stop raining until after school in the afternoon. I came to the school gate and found that my father had been waiting at the school gate for a long time. My father saw me, picked me up, gently put me on the frame, put a raincoat on me, then jumped on the bike and rode home slowly. I sat on the frame, hugging my father tightly, and suddenly I felt so warm. Along the way, my father rode slowly and steadily, but I didn't feel anything.

When I came home, my father was still a drowned rat. He took off his raincoat and showed his hair. In the rain, his wet hair was crystal clear.

This is my father. His love for me has never been absent, and has always accompanied me to grow up every day. In my life, my father's love is always absent.

...

"Grateful heart, thank you ..." Whenever this song rings in my ear, a warm current will come to my mind.

I can't help thinking of something between my father and me.

Today is Father's Day. I want to thank my father especially, because he gave me life. Gave me a chance to be a man; Because when I felt the most difficult, my father gave me courage; Gave me strength; Gave me light.

I remember that my father loved me very much since I was a child and regarded me as a "little princess" and "the apple of his eye". Before Father's Day, I was a naive child. I didn't know that today was my father's holiday, and I skipped around in front of him to ask for gifts! Now I am a well-read and sensible teenager.

I understand now that today is my Father's Day, and we should bless my father.

I should thank my father, even if our gift is simple and naive, it will make my father feel gratified! Now I am a junior three student, and your hard work and sweat have condensed during my growth.

Your love for me is beyond words.

On the occasion of Father's Day, we want to say to fathers all over the world: "Father, you have worked hard! Wish you a happy holiday! " ...

Please indicate the source? Write a 600-word letter to my dead father.