当岁月不再年轻，当芳华已然不再 ，当冷冷的风吹过你的坟头，就这样很快的闪过了四年的光阴。不能用语言来寄托我们对你的哀思，只能在焚香的袅袅烟火中 ，和你对话在天堂的距离 。
父亲，今天是你走后的第四个年头了，你在天堂还好吗？冷了有没有谁给你一杯热荼，饿了有没有谁给你端上一碗可口的饭菜 ，想女儿的时侯是不是在遥远的地方默默的守候？想家人的时侯是不是也泪眼朦胧？无言却爱的无私的父亲啊，我们爱你，我们想你 ，想的那么痛那么难。可在我们的心里，仿佛你还在昨天，用你的慈爱 ，用你的医德，行走在陌上，那些泥泞的山村小道。丝丝缕缕的往昔 ，如影像般在眼前浮动 。
因为父爱，我的童年快乐着。在那个物质匮乏的年代，作为医生的你长年奔波在风里雨里。别人为感谢而给你的一个苹果 ，一把花生米，几颗水果糖，，最后却都在我的手心里跳跃。真怀念你那暖暖的怀抱啊 ，让我无数次的在那里香甜的做着梦，让月牙儿都幸福的笑弯了脸，连天上的星星都羡慕的不断闪着眼睛 ，生怕错过了那么温馨的画面 。真怀念你满嘴的胡茬啊，经常把我扎的到处乱躲。人生就是这么的遗憾啊，很多年过去了 ，细小的点滴却还是那么清晰的出现在我眼前。要是时间能够定格，我希望自己永远都不长大！
因为父爱，我的青春如饥似渴的在书海里遨游 。严格的家庭教育 ，养成了女儿文静，谦卑，好学上进的性格。浮躁不是一个女孩子的品质。外在的容颜终究会逝去 ，没有永开不凋的花朵 。一个空虚的躯壳很快就会坍塌。内涵和高位的人品不是什么时侯都可以装饰的，那是日积月累的沉淀，那是在书中悟出来的道理。点点滴滴，如沐春风仿佛还在我的耳边萦绕 。一幕幕出现却更是让我伤怀万千。
因为父爱 ，我一直都幸福着。总是在梦想，父亲有一天会来我家看看女儿，看看外孙 。总是期望着 ，电话里出现父亲那苍老的声音。因为被爱着，所以幸福着，可是父亲呢 ，你在哪啊？女儿一天一天同岁月老去，儿子一天一天的长大时，你在天堂还好吗 ，我所慈爱的父亲？偶尔回趟家，再有没有你在家门口守望的身影，再也没有你忙碌的给我们泡着香浓的荼 ，再也没有你忙着给我们端椅子，一切的再也没有了！想着过往，潸然泪下。回忆曾经的平淡生活，我无法诉说那份厚重的爱 ，因为太重太重……。
今天是你的祭日 ，为你点燃一柱香，焚上一摞纸钱，在朦胧烟雾中 ，在家人模糊的泪眼中，缅怀你深沉的父爱……。
When the years are no longer young, when Fanghua is no longer, when the cold wind blows your grave, it quickly flashed the four years of light. You can't use language to hit our grief, you can only talk to your incense smoke, and talk to your dialogue in heaven.
Father, today is the fourth year behind you, are you okay in heaven? Is there anything to give you a cup of hot, hungry, no one who gave you a bowl of delicious meals, is it a woman who wants a daughter in a distant place silently waiting? Do you want your family to tear? Selfless father who has no words, we love you, we miss you, it is so difficult to think about it. Can be in our hearts, as if you are still yesterday, use your kindness, use your medical ethics, walk in the muddy mountain village trail. The wisdom of the silk, such as the image floats in front of you.
Because the father love, my childhood is happy. In the shortage of the lack of lack, as a doctor, you have been rushing in the rain. Others gave you an apple, a pertish rice, a few fruit sugar, but finally jumped in my hand. I really miss your warm arms, let me have a dream in there, let me have a dream, so that the moon is happy, and even the stars in the sky are envious, and they are afraid to miss it. Warm picture. I really miss the bubble of you, often hiding me everywhere. Life is such a pity, many years have passed, but the small little bit is still so clearly in front of my eyes. If the time can be fixed, I hope that I will never grow up!
Because the father loves, my youth is like hungry in the book sea. Strict family education, develops a daughter quiet, humble, and learning skills. Improve is not a quality of a girl. The outside face will eventually go, and there is no flowers that will not be open. A empty body will soon collapse. The connotation and high character are not when it can be decorated, which is a precipitate that is tired of the month. It is the truth in the book. Dropping, such as Mu Chunfeng as if it is still in my ear. The scene is even more, I am hurting.
Because the father love, I have been happy. Always dream, my father will come to my house to see my daughter, look at the grandson. Always expected, in the phoneFather's old voice appeared. Because of love, happiness, but my father, where are you? The daughter went to the same year, and the son grew up one day, are you still in paradise, my loving father? Occasionally, there is no more you watch at the door of the house, no longer busy with us, no longer busy with our end chairs, everything is no longer! I want to go, I am tearing. Recalling the plain life, I can't tell the heavy love, because it is too heavy ...
You are a sense of responsibility, but it is a strict cusel father. It is worthy of your whole family to deep and silent in your home.
Today is your sacrifice, to ignite a column incense, burn a piece of paper, in the smoke, in the vague tears of the family, remember your deep father love ...
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