Father's telephone prose

Father's telephone prose 1 As night falls, I settle down my little grandson and enjoy a moment of peace alone.

The mobile phone rang, and when I connected the phone, a familiar and trembling voice came from my ear.

"second! Are you asleep? "

"Didn't sleep. What can I do for my father? "

"My leg hurts badly recently, so I can't take care of your mother. What do you think? "

"Ok, I'll discuss it with my sisters, ok?"

There was no sound from the other party, and I knew that my father had hung up.

I turned off the light and lay on the bedside table, staring at the shining stars outside the window. Memories of the past crawled into my mind. Father usually doesn't call me, for fear of disturbing the children, and he will call me unless something difficult happens.

I remember that my father called for the first time, six years ago. My father's leg hurts badly. He learned from the advertisement of Lishui News that there is a medicine called "Gu Gang" that can cure his old leg pain, and asked me to buy some for my grandson who is studying in the county. I bought him several courses of medicine, both oral and plaster, and it didn't improve much after several months. It often hurts from time to time, so he simply stops eating.

Later, he heard that there was a private clinic in Liyang that could cure the old man's leg pain. Call me again and ask me to go back and take him to Liyang to see his legs. I brought money home. He knew I was busy at work and didn't bother me. He just asked me to give him money. He carpooled with others and went to Liyang to see a doctor. In fact, the treatment effect was not good, so my father flatly stopped treating me and insisted on it until today.

This time my father called me, not entirely for his own business, but mainly for my mother's business. Pay attention to what my mother needs to take care of. I know there is nothing to discuss. After the death of my eldest brother, I, the second child, bore the brunt of this obligation. My mother is eighty years old, senile dementia, and her eyes are blind; My father is also 87 years old. He has been taking care of his mother for children for more than ten years. It's really not easy, and thanks to my father, I have lightened a lot of burdens for my children.

The next day, I got up early, arranged everything at home, told the old lady my thoughts, and prepared to take two old people to live there. The old lady is very supportive of my approach. I went to pick up the old man, who prepared a bed for two old people at home.

People need the care of their children when they are old! We young people should do our best to care for them and give them warmth. Even if it is a phone call, the old people think and think, do you want to make a call? What kind of troubles will it bring to children? It's really uncomfortable not to hit yourself. Poverty inherits the wind! -

My father's phone essay 2 The world is destined to have a kind of love, and it is hard to say it before I know it is a lie.

I called home today. I was surprised that my father answered the phone.

Because mom used to always answer the phone. It's been three years.

And my mother's first sentence is always: "I was cooking in the kitchen and vaguely heard the doorbell ring." I rushed over and I knew it must be you. " It hasn't changed in three years.

Mother's last words are always: "Your father is busy and won't talk to you. He wants you to study hard, eat well and dress well, so leave us alone. " It hasn't changed in three years.

Every time I answer my mother's phone, I always naturally know what she wants to say, not because I am used to what she says, but because my heart is feeling, feeling her warmth and love.

This world is destined to have a kind of love suddenly lost before we know how to cherish it.

It was not until I left home that I began to miss my mother's nagging. In fact, mother's words will always be an art, and we need to listen with aesthetic eyes.

This time it's my father, it's really him, an indispensable man in my life.

This beautiful picture, which is the most familiar but unfamiliar in my life, flashed before my eyes.

I tried to find his shadow, but I couldn't convince myself that he had his place.

Even childhood memories only stay in my mother's world, and his vague fantasies may disappear at any time.

His voice over there is so rich, so soft and so kind.

I was surprised, almost like a dream, and then jumped out with a sentence: "Where is my mother?"

Father quickly replied, "She is cooking, and your aunt came to gossip."

"Oh ..." I was shocked. I thought my father would immediately say, "I'll call your mother!" "

But he didn't. He wants to talk to me. This time he took the initiative to talk to me.

This world is destined to have a kind of love that needs to be said to know its charm.

After a short silence, I heard my father's familiar voice again: "Isn't Wuhan cold?"

My heart thumped. "Well, it's not cold." This time it is really not cold at all, and my whole heart is hot at this time. "Is everything all right at home?"

"Okay, okay, okay. Just after harvesting rice, only land is needed. " My father's loud voice seems to announce the fruits of his labor as solemnly as I do.

"rice!" My mind immediately flashed a golden rice field and a narrow ridge. I walked slowly along it, followed by my lovely yellow dog with a carefree face, as if looking for something.

Suddenly my father coughed on the other end of the phone, and my heart thumped again. "Oh, Dad, have all the peanuts in our house been pulled out?"

"I would have pulled it out. I planted less this year. Your mother and I have been pulling it for days. Your mother left it for you and came back to eat during the New Year. "

My heart thumped again and I suddenly wanted to cry. Tears swirled around my eyes, but they didn't come out.

Peanuts drive me as crazy as rice. The vivid scenes of sowing, watering, weeding, fertilizing, pulling peanuts, peeling peanuts, frying peanuts and boiling peanuts made me want to cry again, but I didn't.

The world is destined for some people to stare to know how deep their eyes are.

"Oh, that's good, that's ..." I don't know what to say. Really, I don't know what to tell my father. The yellow dog at home is still the persimmon tree in front of the door or the pond behind the house.

In fact, we have long been used to eye contact.

"Oh, Dad, did my cousin give you the watch I bought for you?" It suddenly occurred to me that the last time my cousin came home, I asked her to bring it back by the way.

I know my father likes watches, but he has never bought a watch alone.

The only old-fashioned watch I bought at work no longer works, and the watch chain is broken, but he always refuses to throw it away. It has been at the bedside for 20 years, about my age.

The world is doomed to some things that never have a reason. Only in this way can we know why.

I came across a similar watch while shopping and bought it. I don't know why, but I know this watch really suits my father. I only know that he will like it.

Actually, I don't know if he likes it or not. All I know is that I want to buy it.

"I wear it. It's good. Your mother said yes. " I can hear that the beauty is very happy.

"Oh, that's good, then you treat your aunt well." I don't know why I said this. It is really a ghost.

"I know, your mother urged me to get soy sauce again. I have to hurry, or I will change her. "

"Oh, well, hurry up and cook. I'll tell my mother another day. " It's strange that I suddenly don't want to complain to my mother.

"Well, that's it ... then you hang up!" Father answered intermittently.

I held the phone tightly in my right hand, waiting for my father to hang up first, but there was no one there, and I vaguely heard my mother's sweet voice. After several attempts, I finally hung up decisively.

After the phone call, I cried ...

Before you know this is love, there is always someone in this world worth waiting for.

Father's Telephone Essay 3 Confucius said, "Know your parents' age. One is happy and the other is afraid. "

-Inscription.

This is a topic that I have been thinking about for a long time. I always stop when I write. He is, after all, a "wet behind the ears", so it is better for everyone to write the touching "The Three of us" with deep affection and grandeur like Mr. Jiang Yang. I can only clumsily and deliberately express my love for my parents in words. My words may not touch many people, but they have touched my parents. My mother called to tell me that my article made them cry for a long time. I am very happy when I blame myself. My parents read my words. The protagonist of my article is my father. If it hadn't been for my mother's phone call that day, I might have been stranded on this topic. Confucius said, "You must know your parents' age. One is happy and the other is afraid. " We are always busy working hard for our future, but forget that they are old in their hometown, and our success will never catch up with their aging.

On the other end of the phone is my father's stuttering but affectionate voice. On the other end of the phone is' I have been crying for a long time, and those tears will never listen to me again, and they will never stop flowing. So I never call my father. I can't help crying every time I hear his voice. As beautiful as a fairy tale, my father and I seem to have been enchanted by a magician.

"You don't have the pressure, rest assured to learn boldly, learn what is what, don't be afraid, admitted to a living method, not admitted to a living method, admitted to a college student, not admitted to a college student. Don't think too much, just live the moment. " I can only hold back my tears, I promise. I didn't expect that this is my father, my farmer's father, my uneducated father, who can say such philosophical words and give me the greatest encouragement when I am under the greatest pressure of postgraduate entrance examination. I hung up the phone and my tears came down. I am very touched, happy and guilty. I don't know what that is. I just think I should keep insisting.

After living away from home for several years, I have developed a skill of "heart of stone". I don't miss going home for a semester, but I occasionally get a phone call from my father. I thought I would suddenly become so fragile and shed tears. I don't know why there is such a magical thing between me and him. Is the daughter really the lover of her father in his last life? Maybe this is blood.

Dad, who never sends text messages, once sent me a text message. When I opened it, there was only one word "think". Reason can't restrain her inner feelings, and tears come to her eyes in an instant. I forgot the strange eyes from the classmates who were asking questions, and I cried. When I told this story to a friend, she also cried in a big mess, thinking that our parents are always the best in the world, and they have no regrets about us. I think, how can my father's love for us be expressed by these figures?

Whenever I go out with my father, someone will always say, "This is your daughter!" " Looks just like you. "Father always giggles. When I got home, I told my mother that I hated them saying that I looked like my father, and I didn't look like my father. Dad also smiled foolishly. In fact, I want to tell my father that I am willing to listen to you because I am proud of having such a father. Although he is not a rich man, let alone an intellectual with profound cultural background, he is my father. He selflessly cultivated our growth and gave us a drop of fatherly love.

I once heard a saying that when a person starts talking about memories, it means that he is getting old. Looking at this man who will be over 500 years old, I think that he was once in high spirits, in his prime, and had the best ideals. Now he has become an old man, for his family, for his life and for us. Because of my clumsy mouth and tongue, I can't express my inner sadness incisively and vividly. Now my father always tells us about his youth. I can't judge whether my father's memory of the past is good or bad. Anyway, in my opinion, his past is so painful.

When my father was a child, his family was very poor. At that time, he made a living by working. There are five brothers and sisters, and my father ranks second. The younger brother and sister are young. The important task of supporting the family can only fall on him and his uncle, but his uncle is lazy and his father does a lot of work. My father is a kind but stubborn man. His love for his loved ones turned into his infinite strength. He works hard and never complains. Over time, even if my brothers and sisters grow up, only my father is working, which is why my father is the shortest among my brothers and sisters. According to my father, at that time, the family was poor and could not afford to eat, so he crossed the river with the children in the same village to sell rags. In order to sell a few cents more, he also sold his broken pants. When people put them in the yard, they climbed over the wall and stole them. Although a little unkind, you can imagine how sensible he was at that time.

My father always taught us that "it is a blessing to honor the elderly". My father really did his duty as a son to honor his parents, but I didn't know that my grandparents were so indifferent and indifferent to my father's filial piety. I know his parents have deeply hurt his heart, and he is still doing his duty as a son. Father said that there used to be a big sand dune in the yard, and he carried it away by car. In the shadow of the sunset, he was still shoveling sand with a spade, sweating profusely.

My teachers and classmates all think that I am a stubborn person. The head teacher of high school once gave me such an evaluation: "I am a stubborn and lovely child." I don't know if this is a compliment. All I know is that I inherited this gene from my father. My father is a stubborn man. No matter how others persuade him, he can't change his mind. Moreover, he is a very sincere person, who has been cheated a hundred times and has no long memory. Sometimes I am angry, but I feel sorry for him. I've been wasting my time, and I haven't left it behind.

My father is just an ordinary farmer, but I know he has a great ideal hidden in his heart. He once worked hard for his dream despite the discouragement of many people. Although the result was not so satisfactory, he worked hard silently. His contribution was questioned and discouraged by many people, including me and my mother. But unlike my mother, I understand his dream, but I don't agree that he worked so hard for that dream. Although everyone thinks he is a loser, I, his daughter, always think he is a winner.

This is my father, a lovely, kind and stubborn old man.

It says that childhood memories are pouring out of my mind one by one, so I won't describe them one by one here. Let them be treasured in my heart forever, and let me experience my father's heavy love alone.

Now that we have grown up, we still don't have the strength to take over the burden on their shoulders and support our families. They are old and still running around, paying for us. We just ask our parents to give us another year to accumulate strength.

Up to now, I'm still afraid to call my father, because I'm afraid I can't control my tears and worry him. But, dad, I love you!

Father's Telephone Prose 4 The third Sunday in June is Father's Day.

When Milan opened her eyes, it was past 7 o'clock. In the dormitory, a classmate named Ye Zi is calling his father. After the phone call, Ye Zi's eyes were red. "I just called and learned that my father was ill again ..." Ye Zi said.

Milan also wants to call his father. He hasn't been home since school started. She took out her mobile phone and called home, but no one answered. Did dad go to the pig farm again? However, my father is the pillar of this family. He has been working hard, carrying salt bags, going down to coal mines and pulling carts ... When he was old, his father began to raise pigs.

The phone is still beeping. Finally, someone is talking on the other end of the phone. "Girl, I just went to deliver food to your father ..." That was my mother's voice. "Mom, are you okay? Can my daughter go back to give you this filial piety? Today is Father's Day. Tell my father that I used to be sorry for him in many places ... "At some point, she couldn't help sobbing softly when she thought of her father holding frost flowers in the pig farm. "Girl, why are you crying?" Mom asked. Milan held back her tears and was about to say more to her mother. "Milan, what time is it? What are you dawdling about We are about to start rehearsing the program! " This is the voice of the monitor. "Mom, I have to go, I can't tell you any more …" Then I ran downstairs. In desperation, Milan left her mobile phone in the dormitory.

When the rehearsal ended, it was already dark. On the road in front of the school, Milan saw a thin man crouching under the street lamp in front of the school, his cigarette butt flashing and his eyes staring at the intersection in front. When she approached, Milan was surprised to find that it was her father, and she almost cried.

At this time, my father also stood up and stepped forward. "Milan, you finally came back, I waited for you for three hours ..." My father's voice didn't change at all, just a little hoarse. "Dad, why are you here?" Milan looked at his father's gray hair under the street lamp, and his nose was steep and sour. I haven't seen him for half a year, and his father's back is hunched a lot.

"Girl, you didn't have any difficulty? Why are you crying on the phone early in the morning? " Without waiting for her answer, the father went on to say, "Your mother cried early in the morning and said what you wanted, whether to' grab' or not. As soon as I heard it, I ran home to call you, but no one answered ... "

Milan looked at the dirt hidden between his father's fingers and thought that it would take six hours to get from home to school by train. Milan said: "Dad, today is Father's Day, and I want to send my blessing to you!" " ""It's all your mother's fault. I am lucky to have this girl. I'll call your mother right away to save her worry ... "Father suddenly understood and smiled." Dad takes you to eat shredded pork with fish flavor ... "Dad knows that she has loved this dish since she was a child." Dad, I ate. You didn't eat. I invite you to dinner ... "Milan took his father's hand." No, I have it here. "Say that finish, dad took out two packs of instant noodles from his pocket.

Milan knew that there was no car to go back now and wanted to persuade her father to stay in a hotel, but her father seemed to know what she was going to say and said to her, "Take a nap everywhere, deal with it in the waiting room of the station for one night and then go on the road tomorrow."

Father gradually walked away, Milan wanted to go to the station to spend the night with his father, and was afraid that he would scold himself, so he had to go back to the dormitory. Picking up the mobile phone, there are 56 missed calls. 15 is the fixed line at home, and 4 1 is my father's mobile phone number.

Her tears burst out. ...

Dad's telephone composition 5 will be tested recently. My classmates and I are studying hard and go to the teaching building for self-study every night. This evening, similarly, I read under the electric fan in the study room. Quietly, in the study room, suddenly, the cell phone in the bag rang. I quickly took it out and looked at it. That's the home phone. I quickly walked out of the classroom and came to the corridor. I connected the phone and put it to my ear. Suddenly, my father's eager voice came, loud and urgent. I responded softly: "Dad!" Dad didn't respond, but then his voice told me something. Because the holiday is coming, my father asked me about the holiday time. I thought my father just wanted to know when I would go back, but he didn't want to go on and let me take the car that I drove home directly when I was in the county.

My home is in the countryside. Generally, cars coming out of the county only drive to the town, and then there are more than ten miles to get home. Generally, there are no cars in this section of the road, so we have to walk. It's quite hot at this time. Dad may be afraid that my road is not easy and wants me to take that train. But my father should pick yellow flowers at home now, and he may have to bask in the sun for six or seven hours every day. Then my father asked me if I knew the bus, told me the time and said yes. I said I might not make it, and it's not difficult to walk. It's nothing. Father said, "Nothing is hard to walk. Why can't you catch up? You can leave in the morning after one day. It takes two hours from school to Jidong. Bus 1 1 can catch up. " If you leave one day late, your parents will have an extra day of hard work. That means there are too many yellow flowers, and your parents may have to bask all day. Listen to my father, I can only promise.

After that, I went back to the classroom to study by myself. At this time, I remembered my father's loud and urgent voice on the phone, which was so loud that I was afraid I couldn't hear it. It turns out that I have always felt a little ridiculous about my father's behavior. Now I understand that every time I call, my father talks so loudly. Actually, it's not that my dad doesn't know that he has a loud voice. He knows I can definitely hear his little voice clearly. After all, my father went to high school. However, he is not at ease. My father is a man who doesn't like to talk and can't express his feelings very well. He may be a little nervous when he calls me, so he speaks loudly and is unconscious.

I think, maybe every child in the countryside will feel that their parents' voices are particularly loud when they hear their parents' phone calls. Maybe you will find it a bit ridiculous, but there is pure love from their parents.

At noon, my son called to wish me a happy holiday. My heart is shaking. I know today is Father's Day, which reminds me of this time last year.

Last Father's Day, after breakfast, I remembered my father who had been ill for a long time in my hometown. I estimated that my father should be running out of medicine, so I got on the bus and hurried to the drugstore. On the way, my son called and wished me a happy Father's Day. I can't help feeling warm and moved. On the phone, my son is very happy and should be in a good mood. He briefly asked about his daily life, how he was studying recently and whether he had enough money. He suggested that he should invite his classmates to visit the ancient capital Xi, such as the Wild Goose Pagoda and the Qin Mausoleum, during the two-day holiday. The son on the other end of the phone just agreed and smiled shyly. Hanging up the phone, I seem to feel that there are still many things I want to ask my son, such as what to apply for the second degree, where to play yesterday, how to participate in some extracurricular activities and so on. If nothing else, I am afraid that too much care will cause my son's disgust and worry that too much care will bring pressure to my son. Really, my old father used to treat me like this. At that time, I was too young to understand my father's feelings. It was not until I became a father that I realized that my father's love for his son could be summarized in one sentence.

After buying the medicine, I chatted with the drugstore owner and thanked him for giving his father the transfer factor oral liquid. Take two pills a day of this immunity-enhancing medicine, and you can't stop it, or his feet and legs will blister. In his later years, because of repeated thrombosis, his father often choked when drinking water and eating. Although he is very careful when feeding him, sometimes he can't help eating suddenly, but every time he drinks a small bottle of medicine, he is very carefree and never chokes. At noon, when I went to the bus station to find someone to take medicine, I called my sister in my hometown, and my father was still the same. Although I just returned to the city from my hometown less than a week ago, I began to miss him again! I remember when I was a child, my father always had great expectations for me and expected me to succeed. He worked hard all his life, but when he was ill in bed, I couldn't stay with him for a long time. I always felt guilty. I sometimes think that as a father, my son who went to college gave me a lot of surprises and pride; As a son, how much happiness and comfort have I given my father?

My father finally couldn't bear the pain and left me six months ago. He doesn't have to lie on the kang with his eyes straight, I don't have to buy him medicine, and my sister doesn't have to take care of him day and night. But today, my thoughts about him suddenly became heavy. I think of him in loneliness and loss, looking for him. I don't know where my father will be at this time, and I don't know if he is happy! Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I closed my eyes and listened to the song "Father" over and over again: "I want to warm your palm as before, but you are not by my side, and the breeze brings my well-being ..." Tears gradually blurred my eyes.

On Father's Day, when my father was away, I picked up my mobile phone and really wanted to call my father!

At noon that day, I called my father with a heavy heart, because I didn't want to make my father sad or myself sad.

Here's the thing. At about eleven o'clock that morning, my second uncle's son, who was a teacher in a middle school in his hometown, called me and said that he wanted to discuss something with me: "I said that my father and my third uncle had not spoken for more than ten years because of some minor contradictions, and now the old people are old." Maybe they left without saying anything that day. We can't go on like this! " He wants to reconcile. Besides, the Spring Festival is coming. During the Chinese New Year, he wanted to find a suitable opportunity to invite two old people to sit together and resolve their petty grievances. I hope I can help him, call my father, persuade him and talk it over. "

I said, "My father and my uncle have a simple conflict. It's trivial, but it won't be so simple or so smooth to solve. It will definitely be difficult, and it will take some time to digest. Because: first, everyone knows the temper of the two old people. Both of them are a little stubborn and think they are right, so it is hard to listen to others; Second, the time is too long. Two old people live in the same Zhuangzi. The two families are so close. They haven't spoken for more than ten years, not a word. They are no different from strangers.

Nowadays, in order to let such two people bury the hatchet immediately, they would rather sit together for dinner than talk to each other. This matter is urgent, so we must take it slowly. "But my cousin is a short temper. He added, "Go to my house to find my father at noon today and try to persuade him. At the same time, he asked me to call my dad at noon, and we would persuade him together. "I was embarrassed to say anything when I thought my cousin was in a hurry to fix the two old people. I promised to call my father at noon.

However, my cousin doesn't know my father's physical condition. In the last year or two, my father's hearing is very poor, so every time I call my father, he basically can't listen to a word. Just because he knew my phone number and saw that it was me calling, he just said that he was fine, don't worry, told me to do my job well and hung up in a hurry. However, I have to listen to my cousin, or he will say that I don't care about the elderly.

With a little tangled psychology, 12 o'clock 15 minutes, I dialed my cousin's mobile phone, said a few kind words to my cousin and put my father on the phone. Cousin immediately gave the phone to his father. I said, "What do you think of what my cousin said to you, Artie?" The father said, "What did you say? I can't hear you. " I was so anxious that my cousin yelled at me and told me to speak louder. So, I shouted into the microphone again, and my father still said, "I can't hear you." I gave my mobile phone to my cousin. So my cousin said to me helplessly: "You have a rest for a while, let's persuade the old man face to face." I said, "It's almost the end of the year, and the higher authorities will come to assess the work for one year. I'm in the office again, and I have a lot of work at hand. Wait until the assessment is over! " So, a telephone persuasion ended like this.

Actually, how can I put it? A few years ago, my father dreamed of owning a mobile phone when he saw that everyone around him had a mobile phone. When I went home to visit my father in the twelfth lunar month that year, my father inadvertently revealed this wish. So, in order to satisfy my father's wish and realize his dream of owning a mobile phone, I bought my father a mobile phone with simpler functions. Although my father has his own mobile phone, few people call him. Only my two sisters and I call him every once in a while, but my father is afraid of running out of mobile phone fees. Every time he answers our phone, he is in a hurry and never says anything superfluous. In the past two years, with the growth of age, my father's ears have become worse and worse, and his back has become a bit severe. Father's mobile phone has basically become a sample.

Every time I called, my father began to announce himself: "Say everything is fine, don't worry, do a good job" and hung up the phone in a hurry. So, now I call my father less and less, not because I don't want to, but because I don't want to upset my father or myself. My father may know my mood and hasn't called me for a year or two. Sometimes, I also think, if my father has a little culture and can know a few words, how good it would be! Although I can't hear with my ears, I can see with my eyes. I can also send him text messages! Hey! All this is just a hypothesis, because my father has never been to school at all, and he can't even write his own name. He only knows a few "foreign code words" (our hometown is called Arabic numerals). Therefore, as long as I have leisure, I will go back to my hometown to visit my father, because I feel that my father is old after all, and there will be fewer and fewer opportunities to meet me in the future. "Visiting home often" is the greatest and best comfort for his old man.