Father's Prose Poetry

? I’m going to go to my neighbor’s house tomorrow to borrow some more money. The child cried all day long. Making noises about eating biscuits. The blue polyester top made me feel pain. Squatting on the edge of the pond, I punched myself twice. These are the words in my father's diary, and these are the prose poems he left in his youth. Decades later, I couldn't stop crying when I saw it, but my father was so old that he looked like a shadow.

? ——"Father's Prose Poetry"

? After a friend's recommendation, I listened to this song. The climax of the song made me stunned for a long time. Maybe it has been a long time since I heard it. A song that made my heart so turbulent. Parents are the people who love us most in this world, and they also exist in the softest place under our strong appearance.

When I was in elementary school, we would write about my dad. My dad was a superman. He could repair all my toys, lift very heavy boxes, carry me on his back, and climb many places. High mountain top. There is so much admiration between the lines. When we grow up, we become less sensible and we long for independence. Gradually, the communication with our father becomes less and less. This is what we will write about my father. My father is unsmiling and no longer pampering. Me, always discipline me and criticize me...

Is it true that our father doesn't love us anymore, or has our father changed? We in middle school couldn't interpret this answer well.

? Later, we packed our bags and traveled to study. The night before departure, the all-night instructions, the zipper of the suitcase that was about to burst, and the raw but warm hug from our father on the platform made us Suddenly I understand that dad not only wants to be a dad who loves you, but also a responsible father who teaches you to grow up. Mother's love is home, and father's love is like the road leading to the world at the door of the home.

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I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway and slowly leaning down. It's not a big problem, but it's not that easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see me and others would see me. When I looked out again, he was full of vermilion oranges and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first put the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When we got here, I hurriedly helped him, and he and I walked to the car and put the oranges on my fur coat. Then he patted the dirt on his body and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said: " I'm leaving, I'll write you a letter over there."

- "Back View"

This is the most realistic portrayal of an ordinary father. People say that father's love is like a mountain, but I feel that father's love is more like water, quietly seeping into your life, in your heart, while you have it, you can't notice it. Once the giver is no longer there one day , all your senses are reminding you with pain. I saw a news that happened at a bus station. When the bus left the station, a man wearing a safety helmet got on the bus to check with the staff who checked the seat belts. After questioning, I learned that this was a father, and came to see him. His child ran away from home because he didn't want to go to school. When his family heard that the child had run away from home, he hurried from the construction site to the bus station and watched every car at the exit. The hearts of parents always seem insignificant to some ignorant children. The father is just an ordinary person struggling with life. But it is such an ordinary person who uses everything he has to support a family and bear the responsibility of father, husband and son. Maybe with more responsibilities, your father will be helpless and hesitant where you can't see it, but every father is trying his best to give you everything he has. When I was in my third year of high school, I lived in school, and every time I came back from vacation When I get home, my dad always brings me all kinds of food like offering treasures. One day, my dad brought me a plate of jackfruit. I said I didn’t want to eat it and went back to the room. Later, while joking, I heard my mom tell me that before A few days ago, your father bought you a piece of jackfruit. I ate a piece of it and he became unhappy. When I received it in the refrigerator, it was said that it was reserved for his daughter. What flashed through my mind was what my father said at that time: "Don't you like eating it?" When I got up, I looked lonely and remorseful. This is my dad. My dad has never written prose poems, but his hands are covered with calluses, but in his heart, they are all his children.

? My father said, bring some change with you on the way, so he took out a fifty dollar bill from his wallet with only eighty yuan left. He thought it was still less, so he gave you five more one dollar bills.

My father said that after arriving at school, just focus on studying and taking care of yourself. Don’t think about anything else, especially money. If you have anything, just tell your dad.

My father said that winter is coming this month. Remember to look at your cotton-padded clothes and shoes, and watch out for the money your father will give you. Make sure you keep warm at all.

? My father said that he saw in the news that there is influenza recently. Please prepare more isatis root cold medicine and take care of yourself.

My father said, we are fine at home, as long as you are well.

Yes, father’s love is a common topic, because he really exists in your life, and we cannot ignore it. When I went home during Qingming Festival, it took me four hours to drive, and my father called me five times. , have you got on the bus? When will you arrive? Make a call when you arrive. Don't fall asleep and don't sit past the station. What do you want to eat? I'll buy you some first. Why haven't you arrived yet? Your mother and I are at the exit, you can see it as soon as you come out;

? I have never thought about the problem that my father does not love me, and I have never been annoyed by my father. The hair is grayer. My parents' waists are bent a little, my mother's eyes are a little blurry, and my father's teeth can no longer bite sugar cane, but he still wants to protect us from wind and rain, and still treats us as children.

But we have grown up

But we should stand up and be their unique little heroes.

? We should be thankful that our unparalleled hero is always here.