Miss my father's excellent prose

Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. It is a day to pay homage to my loved ones, which reminds me of my father again. My father has been gone for more than two years, and every time I think about it, I feel that I am still dreaming. I can't believe that such a healthy father will leave me.

It was on the coming New Year's Eve of 20XX. It was originally a happy moment for thousands of families, but I didn't expect the bad news to come to my family. Ruthless illness suddenly fixed his father's life at 20 15 12 3 1, at the age of 80. It is unacceptable that his old man took his mother for a walk downstairs that afternoon, and his younger brother drove his parents to the flower market to see flowers. Everything is so normal, without warning.

In the middle of May 438+10 last year, my father went to the hospital for examination because he was slightly unwell, and the hospital gave an unacceptable result-advanced prostate cancer. I can't believe anything, and I don't believe the so-called scientific data of the hospital. I had another biopsy. If there were two cancerations at eight points in the biopsy, I wouldn't accept the hospital's diagnosis. Unexpectedly, the result after one week was disappointing: all eight points had lesions. Judging from his father's mental state and symptoms, it is impossible to see that he is a terminal cancer patient. In order to delay the development of cancer, the doctor and his family agreed to have a minor operation. The operation is simple and the postoperative effect is good, but it is necessary to take medicine every day to control the condition. Shortly after leaving the hospital, my father resumed his normal daily life, but the result of the diagnosis also increased his psychological burden more or less. He is still so optimistic when chatting with his neighbors and old colleagues, but he also suffers from insomnia again and again at night. Inquiring experts through various channels, there is no remedy, only relying on medication to maintain the status quo, but also want to see what good strategies Chinese medicine has.

The weather is unpredictable, but it doesn't work. On the evening of June 5438+February 3 1, my father felt chest tightness and breathing difficulties. My younger brother and sister rushed to the emergency room of the hospital, and their electrocardiogram was basically normal after oxygen infusion. At this time, the hospital did not consider the myocardial infarction, and further did CT, which aggravated the development of the disease in the process of flipping, and also made a big taboo for the treatment of myocardial infarction. During the three hours in the hospital, my father lost his life when he should have been rescued.

I worked outside, from getting a call from my brother saying that my father had gone to the hospital and needed a heart stent to respiratory failure, it was too fast and I was unprepared. I feel uneasy at home. It's midnight 1 o'clock. I quickly called my neighbor's eldest brother to take me to the railway station. The earliest bus in Beijing is 2: 49. I was in a hurry after waiting for the bus at the station for more than an hour. I just hope that time will get faster and faster. Finally, I got on the bus, and the train for more than three hours felt as slow as an ox cart.

Arrived at the station after six o'clock in the morning and took a taxi home immediately. It's too late, too late, I didn't see my father for the last time. I'm like a dream. I hope this is a nightmare and wake up as usual. Seeing the grief of my loved ones tells me that this is true, not a dream. My father is gone, and I can't come back. I have no father anymore. He left in such a hurry that even his father, who has always been meticulous in his work, didn't have time to leave a message, and he wouldn't even think of it himself. Cancer didn't help my father, but heart disease took his life.

My father is warm, kind and helpful. He is honest, frank and stubborn. He will take the initiative to help his neighbors with anything, and he will give advice and find a way. He is regarded as a good man. He is a hydraulic engineer. He is conscientious and meticulous in his work and has left an excellent reputation in his work for decades. As a result, after retirement, the unit still hired his father to continue working, and later he was hired as the water conservancy project supervisor in the province, and successfully completed water conservancy projects in several districts and counties. His serious and responsible attitude towards his work makes leaders and colleagues admire him.

My father has also experienced many ups and downs in his life. He has repeatedly said that he wants to write a memoir, but he has never had time to realize this wish. My father likes reading, photography, paying attention to current events and many new things, such as computers and digital cameras. He also writes a good hand, imitating the Song style and official script, which is as amazing as the printed version. Every year's Spring Festival couplets are written by my father himself, which is beyond my power. My brother and I like photography because of my father's genes. When we were young, my father often borrowed a camera to take pictures of us. I clearly remember that it was a 120 dual-lens seagull camera. After taking the photo, my father developed and colored the photo himself. Nearly 50 years have passed, and many photos left by my father in those years are still preserved.

He has no bad habits in his life. He hates drinking, smoking and playing mahjong. Although I am not as good as the latter two, I learned the former in desperation after I arrived in the army. Although I have been drinking for a long time, I am not addicted to alcohol. I occasionally drink some when I get together with my classmates, comrades-in-arms and good friends, mainly to enliven the atmosphere, but sometimes I drink too much. Therefore, it also makes my father very uneasy, and sometimes he speaks rudely, but I know he is doing me good, worrying about drinking and my health.

Looking back on the course I have traveled in the past few decades, before I joined the work, almost all the roads were paved by my father, and I didn't get there without any bumps, which also led to my poor independence and strong dependence. My father is the Optimus Prime of the family, and he supports this family with his heart. Our brother and sister were soldiers, and our parents' jobs were transferred, which made us leave Kangbao, a small county town in Bashang with cold climate and harsh natural conditions, my birthplace. In that small town, my father also devoted 30 years of youth and sweat to it and made contributions to the water conservancy there. In that city, I also left many fond memories of my childhood and happy times at school. To this day, this is still my dream hometown, and I often miss my classmates and comrades.

At home, my father is a thrifty and thrifty housekeeper. There is no waste in this family. Growing up, he was very strict with us, and there was not a grain of rice left in the bowl when eating. Life is also very frugal, frugal, go to the vegetable market to buy food and shop around, and the supermarket will also buy some special products. He is generous to his children and grandchildren, always caring for his relatives and helping them as much as possible.

Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, my father would make two pots of rice and make a lot of zongzi. After eating at home, every family will take away a lot. I'm working in a foreign country. When I come back, I'll freeze the zongzi and take it away. During the Chinese New Year, my father always cooks one of his best dishes-roast pork strips, which are fat but not greasy and delicious. He has to work in the kitchen for hours at a time, cooking a lot of dishes, which he can't finish during the holidays. In addition to eating at his house, it is also reserved for entertaining guests.

My father took care of my mother in every way, washing, cooking and buying fruit snacks, even during my illness. Father is still a particularly contented person. He often tells us that life should not be compared horizontally with others, but vertically with ourselves. Life now is much stronger than in the past, and those who are satisfied are always happy. Therefore, he always feels that he is so optimistic and carefree. My father's daily life is very regular, and his daily routine, three meals a day, and walking and watching TV are basically punctual, which is also his good living habits. My father is also a strong man. He never gives his children any trouble. He carries everything that he can, as if nothing can beat him. He also set an example for children in life and influenced me subtly. He is as great as a mountain in my heart.

Too many memories, too many memories, too many words, and poor language can't express my deep thoughts on my father and call him back. I only hope that my father will be in the spirit of heaven, without suffering from illness, and wish my mother and us health and safety. Dad, I miss you!