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thought of this, my nose can not help but burst of sorrow and grief: You only know that busy working day, yet have forgotten her birthday! Your father worked hard, I wish you a happy birthday! Happy Birthday Dad said loudly.
write for a long time, and I think for a long time, I was finally able to love his father's words are written. For the father, I do not know or appreciate thanks. Father's heavy as a mountain, deep as the sea's father, I have not thought this life was reported. Perhaps, in his father's heart, he did not hope I can repay him for what he really wanted was joy and happiness we can happy. He just hope that we will have time to go home to see his many, many regards to what he has to be sufficient. I love my father, I grew up on the road, he gave me a lot of love and silent support. I can do now is work hard, make money, so father can enjoy their twilight years, this is what I most want to do ... ...

father was pleased to hear my voice, care to fuss. , I asked him if he knew what day it is. He thought for a moment to tell me that the holiday does not seem very ordinary day. Hearing this, my heart can not help a bit sad. Poor father, ah, you know busy with work all day long, busy work, not even the day of his birthday gave forgotten. Perhaps he simply did not put his birthday seriously. -

childhood memories , I always remember that our family is tall and big old houses, old houses arranged in perfect order, like a courtyard. Listening to his father at the time said to be great-grandfather built, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, Aunt, Er Gu, Sangu, and father, mother and four siblings, etc. We are all children of a people, are living in the tall big, old house.
; Yes, father, that the words, that again. Over the years, remarks that have been lingering in my ears. The father's image as the most important of others and never fixed in my mind. Yes, many years, the father of two generations of people up and down shoulder to shoulder the burden. Above to take care of the lives of elderly grandparents, following several siblings to worry about the future of our sister. Today, my brother and sisters were already grown up. Brother and sister have already entered the University of the school, and I found his work to do so. We have not let my father down. We are very grateful to my father, thanks to growth in the road has been his love and support.
father, blindly love us, in his heart, palm back of the hand are the meat. Preference to the grandfather he never did like the love a brother, uncle. Whether it is me, sister, or brother. He are treated equally and all times of our childhood love for me. Father loves us, he put all his efforts are concentrated on us. Is that we grow up to be cast out of the earth, get down to a man. Hard-working father, relying on their own hands created wealth, raised one of our adults. Growth in our life on the road, the father is given that the silent love and encouragement. Thank my father, thank you for your heavy as a mountain, deep as the sea's father, thank along the way have you, we will have today ... ...

still remember the time at home, my father birthday every year, my mother will always do some good things to the father. Our sister and brother a few,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just want to eat those delicious, and actually the father said no one would have a happy birthday on the words. And his father, from the do not care, he always leaves us with good things to eat,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so we finished, he Picking Up the rest of the food we eat eating. -
After college, uncle found his favorite target, while the other home-law asked to do. To get rid of the poverty of life, uncle chose to do the door real life son. After the stay in the rural areas of grandparents indifferent. Since then, the burden of care of grandparents living will fall on the father. And his father, but without any complaints. Support grandparents because my father thought it his duty, so his father to shoulder all the burden under the heavy responsibility. Good father, hard-working life, simple and sincere, kind and self-improvement, he is a traditional farmer in essence, reveals the simple and stubborn farmers. That is, from this moment on, my father became my heart to learn from.

father answered the phone, only to hear his father's side of the phone came a clear voice: Is not to call him, but each time he did not call back home. Not to work overtime, that is, help people go to work. -

fatherly love, my life growing up as a beacon
retrospect did I realize that my father is paying too much for us too. With the more his age grew up watching his father's face changed from the young and gaunt, black streaks of gray hair added, you can not help a bit distressed! Childhood memories, my father always the best, most precious things to us, and themselves to have swallowed all the bitter heart of a bear! And us? Have not really caring about his hard work and heart-breaking, there is no time to bring in his tired soon of greeting, or just when we need help, need comforting, the will think of him ... ...
father, lead by example and become role models in my life on the road

things in the world, and nothing is worth a word family.
that is,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], since then, my father began to self-reliance. I always see, my father worked day and night every day always, because he has a number of our sister and brother. In addition to food and clothing for us, we should also make money for several of our school. In order to feed us all children, and her father's work can only be mad at that age, the only way out is to live by the kinds of crops. The father looked at hard labor, the mother can only look in the eyes, pain in the heart. And his father, but the plight of a person are all in the pharynx to the stomach.

in the countryside, in the total popular among the people with this sentence: The di-tert-gifted, but also know how to discuss grandparents favor. Therefore,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the ideological influence of feudal grandfather, will be agreeable favor of the special account for a small preference for uncle. After graduating from junior high school, Grandpa did not let his father continue to study. Help but let my father do farm work at home, apart from anything else his father would listen to the grandfather's request. The uncle is different, in order to go to college, his grandfather brains request, repeatedly asked him to re-exam, do not know repeat several third year, finally admitted to the university wishes. Of course, my grandfather spent a lot of money. To this end, the father did not bear a grudge, but feel that the eldest son should listen to his grandfather, uncle to little more than you read more books. At home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], his father and uncle never fight anything, also listen to his grandfather. This is my father, never to think for themselves, nothing to others as the most important.
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spare time when his father, his siblings would some of our sister, called the courtyard in front of the old house, and then meaningfully on We hope that we can study hard talking,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not like him as a lifelong farmer. Even if the future when the peasants, but also as a knowledgeable farmer. Although the child's father, we do not know the meaning of words in, but we all know, my father I hope we can learn to read more books.

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I can remember, my father and mother and grandparents parted. It means grandfather to father his own, self-reliant. Since the married father and mother since the mother gave birth to our sisters, several siblings, the uncle of a man watching his father work, and dinner there is a large table with us, my heart is not too happy. Repeatedly asked the grandfather family's wealth. Separation of the day my mother said, the father of three from the grandfather, where assigned rooms, some simple furniture, bags of food and some eat the bowl. In addition, nothing.
long path of growth in life, family accompanied us all the way to grow, grow, and accompanied by adults we ... ... -
fatherly love, my heart the most soft touch
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thank the father of the father as a mountain like the sea, thanks along the way have you with me to grow

From the beginning I can remember, my father asked me has been very severe. Whether life or learning, my father told me demanding. As a result, my childhood memory of my father there is a wrong misconception. When I took the test out of the papers, happily went to her father to tell him the good news, his father never praised me one. Only meaningful to say: to work hard, do not pride. - So, I always thought, like his father and grandfather in love with the little brother, and not love me. Because he refused to even give me a compliment. In retrospect, I realized my father's well-intentioned, he wishes to study harder and achieve better results.
August 10, a very ordinary very ordinary day, but for me it is a special day. Because it was my dearest father forty-year-old's birthday. Early in the morning wake up, open your eyes, I quickly picked up on the pillow of the mobile phone to call the home phone. -

now, I came to understand the meaning of my father remark, can understand the feelings and thoughts was the father. He is the hope that we can learn more knowledge that one day we can out of this Zuozuo sister siblings of the mountain, to the outside world of colorful spot a false charge, with their own hands to create their own happiness! Do not like him to do a lifetime farmer.
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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.