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2012年12月18日清晨7时18分,父亲吕宝贤衰竭的心跳停止了,安祥的闭上了眼睛,依偎在我臂中的身体缓缓滑下,父亲就这样永远的走了。春末夏初的季节,风和日丽,百花竞开,一切都是如此美好。但父亲却不在了。父亲,您还好吗?天国里冷吗?您的心脏还难受吗?您还在为我们担心吗?我常常梦到父亲。还在人间阳光与月色之下、轻风与雨泪中的我,多想还同过去一样和您面对面的说说话。父亲,您是一个饱经沧桑而坚强的人。
December 18, 2012 Early at 7:18 am, his father, Lvbao Xian, had a failed heartbeat. Anshun closed his eyes and slipped slowly down in the body snuggling in my arm. My father would go forever. The end of spring and early summer season, the wind is sunny, flowers bloom, everything is so beautiful. But my father is gone. Are you still worried about us, father? How are you doing? Is it cold in heaven? Is your heart still uncomfortable? Are you still worried about us? I often dreamed about my father. Still in the sun and the moonlight, breeze and rain and tears, I would like to talk with you in the face of the same as before. Father, you are a person who is full of vicissitudes and strong.