What kind of memories did your dad have for you?

Stay and love yourself. A meticulous care. and counseling day and night.

He used to travel with me and watched shooting stars with me.

In the years of primary school, my father sent me to school by bicycle, it was very cold in the northern winter, he only remembered to cook for me and comb my hair every morning, and even forgot to go out with gloves and hats, I remember a lot of times, I sat on the back seat of the bicycle, watched my father snorting and riding the bike, my hands were rough and red and sometimes purple, and I looked up at my father's ears like that, red and purple, at that time I felt super sorry for my father, and I loved him very much.

When I was in high school, the living conditions on campus were relatively simple, and my face was dry and peeling, so I asked my father to send some dermatitis to school, and my father bought several brands of dermatitis medicine to ......

My father is a carpenter, my childhood home furniture are made by my father himself, although very poor but very happy, a lot of toys in my family are made by themselves, one year the Lantern Festival father made me and my sister with a glass bottle made a quite foreign lantern, the children in the same village are very envious, this is the childhood left the deepest impression on me a toy and is our father's craft.

My dad used to lift me high when I was a kid, and I'm happy when I think about it now.

When I was a child, my father always liked to carry me on his shoulders, or he would hug me in circles, and at that time I felt that my father was very happy when he hugged me, and now I think about it is a very good memory.

Very much, our family gets along very well, not much family, parents and little sisters, the family eats and chats together, are ordinary days, but very warm and relaxed, down-to-earth, warm, parents are very considerate of us, my little sister and I are also particularly filial to our parents, in short, the family together are ordinary days, but they are very warm.

When I was a child, my father held my hand, a vague and deep back accompanied my childhood, suddenly, I grew up, and my father cared less and less about me, but every time I came home, I would see a waiting figure, wandering around the door, on Father's Day I still remember, to hold my father's hands.

When the leaves were gone, I planted a corn seed in the cold soil. As I dug the pit and prepared to put the seeds in, my father said, "If you plant now, you won't sprout, so let's wait until spring to plant again!"

I ignored it and stubbornly put the seeds in and covered them with dirt. Under my father's helpless gaze, I stood up and stomped on the soft dirt.

Does everyone else sow seeds in the spring? Why should I be like them? Has anyone ever tried to plant a seed in a secluded place on a late autumn afternoon?

The land that has been lively in spring and summer may be very lonely at this time! Wouldn't it be better to plant a seed and keep it company?

People are always looking forward to giving and asking, and they must ask for something in return when they give, and they attach too much importance to the joy of reaping a good harvest after sowing, and ignore the mood at the moment of sowing. The earth needs a seed to be planted in its body, and it belongs only to itself. I know – because I'm lonely too.

It's just, who understands me? After walking a long way, I turned back and found my father still standing in the same place, dumbfounded. I knew that my attitude had hurt my father deeply, but he didn't blame him.

I just want to deliberately forget, forget yesterday, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, forget myself, forget everything!

Soon after the winter, I had forgotten the seed of Confucius that I had stubbornly buried. Until the green of spring crept up the branches and my father urged me to water it. Watering?

I was confused. Dad smiled and said, "Didn't you plant a seed last fall?"

It's time to water. "I finally remembered that scene in late autumn.

Suddenly, one day my dad told me that the seed had sprouted! For the father's.

The fragrance of oranges evokes good memories in me.

A good year must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green".

My father brought me a few green oranges that were not yet fully ripe to satisfy my hunger. With the fragrance of peeling skin, I felt like I was in the middle of that orange grove again......

My hometown is in the countryside, and there is a huge orange grove on the back slope. When I was a child, I came home from summer vacation and often went to play hide and seek in the orange grove with my parents and uncle's family. Although it is a very simple game, it is not easy to be in this huge orange grove.

As soon as my father turned to count, my cousin and I ran off into the distance, full of excitement and excitement. The ground along the way was covered with fallen leaves, some yellow, some newly touched. There had just been a light rain, the leaves were filled with water, and when I stepped on it, the dead leaves jumped up and creaked, as if playing accompaniment, rendering a tense atmosphere.

As we ran, we saw if my father had caught up, and a dark shadow was faintly faint, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace, turn a few corners, and rush forward as if I had lost my life. My cousin didn't complain, with a smile on her face, and I still can't forget that naughty and innocent face. Jumping over a few puddles and sticking through a few branches, I noticed a large orange tree in front of me, which should be big enough for two people to hide.

I took my sister's little hand and ran towards the tree, hiding behind the tree and panting, while holding my sister's little hand, while slowing down the speed of panting, and at the same time leaning on the trunk of the tree and slowly poking my head out tentatively, like a bird that has just come out of its shell, looking at the delicate flowers in the ground, full of novelty and doubt. I saw the shadow again! I was suddenly shocked, no, I was being followed!

I took my sister's hand and walked briskly to the right, trying not to make a sound, and when I turned around to make sure my father hadn't noticed, I started running again. The road is getting steeper and steeper, and there are more and more stones. After a while, I ran to a small slope, the slope is not steep, but it is potholed, and it is even more difficult to walk after being flooded by rainwater.

My sister was already very tired, and I felt that the wind was getting colder and colder as it entered my airways. At this time, I noticed that there seemed to be an exit on the right, and I took my sister to hide behind the tree. After confirming that there was no danger for the time being, I took my sister's little hand and took a few steps forward.

It's like playing a game of hunting, without any carelessness. Call! I felt relieved, "Looks like Daddy hasn't caught up yet."

I said to myself. The pace has also become leisurely, and it is almost out of the orange grove, and victory is not far away!

The fragrance of oranges evokes memories of my childhood!

A good year must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green".

Take them back to the places they took you to when you were a child.

In the years of primary school, my father sent me to school by bicycle, it was very cold in the northern winter, he only remembered to cook for me and comb my hair every morning, and even forgot to go out with gloves and hats, I remember a lot of times, I sat on the back seat of the bicycle, watched my father snorting and riding the bike, my hands were rough and red and sometimes purple, and I looked up at my father's ears like that, red and purple, at that time I felt super sorry for my father, and I loved him very much.

I went home once a month in my third year of high school, and once I wanted to eat a grapefruit, but I was too lazy to peel it, my dad took a look and left, and the next day I went to school to find two peeled grapefruit wrapped in plastic wrap in the bag.

When I was a child, my father held my hand, a vague and deep back accompanied my childhood, suddenly, I grew up, and my father cared less and less about me, but every time I came home, I would see a waiting figure, wandering around the door, on Father's Day I still remember, to hold my father's hands.

A glass of wine, a plate of snacks, should be many people's memory of their father, it is another year of Father's Day, sit with my father, drink a pot of wine, and talk about the current situation.

Very much, our family gets along very well, not much family, parents and little sisters, the family eats and chats together, are ordinary days, but very warm and relaxed, down-to-earth, warm, parents are very considerate of us, my little sister and I are also particularly filial to our parents, in short, the family together are ordinary days, but they are very warm.