父亲1200字以上

父亲

1200字以上 六年级 散文

天空飘起了小雨,似乎诉说着离别的哀歌。

挣扎了三个月,父亲终于忍受不了那癌症的煎熬,静静的离开了人世,母亲说父亲走得很安静,他没有留下任何的遗言,就这样最后一面谁也没有看到,收到消息后心儿一紧,眼泪开始涌上来。

父亲是个倔强的人,年轻的时候,爷爷就是建好房子让大伯跟我父亲住在一起,自古叔嫂关系紧张,产生了不少摩擦。在我刚好满月的时候,父亲单独盖了房子未装修就入住了,当时父亲不需要住爷爷分配的房子,让母亲骄傲了一回。知道今天,依然住在那个未能装修的房子,四周的邻居都已经盖房子到两层半了,父亲病重的时候依然未能在房子上加盖一层,可能这也成为他的遗憾,曾经我都向他埋怨过自己没有一个属于自己的房间,他眉毛一紧,坐在一旁抽着闷烟,看到他发黄的指甲,两双手粗糙发黄,即使用再多的肥皂也擦不出他原来的肤色。

小时候,父亲就喜欢带着我去他工作的地方,那时候那些阿姨看见我都会说好可爱的小女孩,从自家带些小零食给我吃,父亲也不担心我跟那些小朋友玩,大概到了傍晚5点左右就回去跟他回家。村子里清明时节请男丁去吃饭父亲总会带上我,小孩子不会计较太多,我会监督一下他喝酒太多了危险,正因为有着我跟他,他不敢喝太多酒。酒醉三分醒,又一次他喝酒开车了过了一个路口我告诉他,他马上掉头,喝酒有点头脑不清醒直接栽进马路的绿化带,幸亏他及时稳住车子,马上就清醒一回,第一时间检查我有没有受伤,我就是一点都没事,他的脚趾头被扎到了流血,只是简易的用烟丝止血包住了,把车子扶正慢悠悠的回家。

父亲常年在外,到了放假时期,我就去他工作的地方跟他住。那时候工厂在金沙滩附近,每天早上都有游轮经过,父亲喜欢带着我在沙滩附近散步,然后走进晒布厂隔壁那个竹林子找鸟蛋。父亲会带着我搭船到对岸去逛逛,晚上带着我到漂染的锅炉放满水让我在里面游泳,他答应我会带着我游去海滩的对面。

那天准备早早的,父亲没有加班,简单用餐后就用汽车的轮胎当游泳圈放我进去一起划去对岸。晚上的水特别冷,岸边的船家亮起了小灯,远远的游轮发出了“鸣鸣”的声音,水面平静的没有荡起太多的波浪只有滑行时留下一条条微波与“浮浮”声音。我的手臂小小的,轮胎显得特别大,要抱着特别费劲。父亲的那个工友也拉着我的车胎,到了海中央,突然那人用力一压,由于手臂不受力,我整个人都掉进海里,海里的水漆黑一片,听不到吵杂声音。我不断的挣扎用力拉住附近的东西,刚好父亲就在附近被我捉住他的大腿,他一把抱起我,在月光下父亲的脸显得特别阴沉,他把我放在轮胎上,不让他的工友靠近我,全程他一个人拉着轮胎去到对面岸边。一阵风吹来,他揉揉我的头发,然后宠溺的抱着我一下,胡子一下扎到我的脖子,也许他被吓坏了,现在才放松一点。年纪尚小,不能明白父亲当时的心情,后来聊天的时候他才说他当时吓坏了,担心从此失去我,不知道跟母亲怎么交代,心里的肉像割了一块似得,

读小学了,明白自己都开始长大了不能像以前一样跟着父亲后面了。我在班里的成绩名列前茅,每次都可以达到班里的前6名,拿着奖状一张一张的往墙上贴。那些年父亲的工作不顺利,没有在工厂里面工作了,酗酒特别厉害,跟母亲的关系也不好,两个哥哥从小就说父亲重女轻男,家里就只有我跟父亲最亲了,他的衣服都由我来洗。每年过年时候我许的愿望就是能和家人好好的吃一顿团圆饭,家里的环境可以变好一点,从小贫穷就受周围的人冷眼看待,父亲改行去当当拖拉机司机去帮人送水泥,钱没赚多少,环境也没有多大的变化。

那一年,父亲跟灰场的老板吵架了。那时候我都忘记是什么原因跟母亲吵架了,父亲不知道那时候第一次动手打了我,他一把拽起我,打了几下屁股。我看他的眼色不对劲马上就逃跑了担心他追出来。我躲在树下哭泣,看见他来了我马上逃,害怕他会接着打我,从小他都是疼我不会打我一下的,就算他大声呵斥我一下都会哭的,远远的看见他看着我,直到他原地不走我才停下来。也许是因为我跟母亲吵架的原因吧,他跟母亲聊天的时候好好的都会吵架的,为了这次我跟母亲顶嘴,他第一次打我了,也是最后一次。

小雨渐渐停下来了,地上冒出了热气。母亲匆匆的走了出来,看到母亲白发鬓鬓,她坐下来,轻轻的拍了我的肩膀。她说父亲走得很突然,也走得安静,没有一个人在场。我懊恼,我悔恨自己这些年来对父亲的忽视。

从中专毕业后,去过石湾工作半年做过仓管,做过开单,那时候自己的第一份工资就是买了一台诺基亚智能手机。从读初中开始就越来越少跟父亲谈话了,父亲的胃一直都不好,老是要吃胃药的,想想从来都没有关心过父亲的身体状况,没有带他去做一次健康检查,悔恨不已。每年的父亲节,我都会打电话跟父亲聊天,有一年我过去买了蛋挞给他做礼物,他拿着蛋挞给他的工友说,这是女儿买给他的,看到他开心的样子,心里也很满足了。到了第二份工作做了是最久了,那时候一直都没时间回家一次,大哥也结婚了,二哥也工作了,父亲跟母亲的关系也随着年龄得到改善了。父亲在外工作很少回家,随着年龄的问题,很少跟父亲沟通了。年底父亲打电话给我聊天,他说要我给他的朋友女儿介绍一份工作,那个女孩挺好的,东扯西扯又问我有没有跟男孩交往,我也随便的敷衍了几句。然后他说最近年纪大了,得了肾结石。听到他生病我的心就慌起来了,他说没什么事,吃了药排出来了,我就说生病了一定要去看病,检查下身体,他答应我了。

过年了,一家人聚在一起吃饭,朋友给父亲倒酒,父亲说不喝了,吃饭也特别少,不像以前一样说话中气十足,喝酒后就会大声唠叨,父亲夹了点肥肉吃,母亲就呵斥他不能吃,那时候父亲就把筷子缩回去了。我看了父亲一下,可能是长时间在外面,父亲晒到特别黝黑,身体也很消瘦,我就心疼了,吃也吃不好,那时候只是单纯认为是胃不好,头上的头发根都发白了,脸蛋都瘪下来瘦一圈。父亲说没事,他现在要介口,等他身体好了吃上好东西一下子就会胖起来。过年了,父亲的病情加重,后来去中医院才检查出是癌症晚期了,父亲听后默默的流眼泪。当晚彻夜无眠,医生吩咐要尽量他喜欢吃什么,喜欢做什么都让他去做。

我们都了解父亲是个倔强的人,就算有再多的痛苦他都不想让家人看见,痛了了就默默的躺在床上抱着棉被来减轻痛苦,等不痛了,他就会跟我开玩笑,说说我小时候的往事,每个星期我都会回家一遍,父亲都会吩咐母亲一定要给我煲汤喝,说我在外面工作很累的,我开车回去就会问父亲想去哪儿,父亲总说,我哪儿都不想去。在外工作最害怕就是接到母亲的电话,担心父亲真的不行了,我知道他总会离开我们,只是时间的问题,母亲哭着跟我说父亲被折磨得太厉害了,就像自己的背后被人用刀割他的肉一样,他喊着什么时候才可以结束这一切。

天逐渐放晴了,母亲跟我都要回去处理父亲的身后事。

父亲虽然离去了,我想,他会在天堂守候着我们。

父亲

1200字以上 六年级 写人

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

我父亲是个自学成才的曼陀林琴手,他是我们镇最优秀的弦乐演奏者之一。他看不懂乐谱,但是如果听几次曲子,他就能演奏出来。当他年轻一点的时候,他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们在当地舞厅演奏,有几次还为当地广播电台演奏。他经常告诉我们,自己如何试演,如何在佩茜?克莱恩作为主唱的乐队里占一席之位。他告诉家人,一旦被聘用就永不回头。父亲是一个很严谨的人,他讲述了他试演的那天,很多人在喝酒,咒骂,他不想呆在那种环境里。

有时候,父亲会拿出曼陀林,为家人弹奏。我们三个小孩:翠莎、蒙蒂和我,还有乔治通常会伴唱。唱的有:《田纳西华尔兹》和《海港之光》,到了圣诞节,就唱脍炙人口的《银铃》:"银铃,银铃,城里来了圣诞节。"歌声充满了整个房子。父亲最爱的其中一首赞歌是《古老的十字架》。我们很小的时候就学会歌词了,而且在父亲弹唱的时候,我们也跟着唱。我们经常一起唱的另外一首歌来自沃特?迪斯尼的系列片:《戴维?克罗克特》。父亲只要听了两遍就弹起来了,"戴维,戴维?克罗克特,荒野边疆的国王。"那是我们家最喜欢的歌曲。他知道我们喜欢那首歌和那个节目,所以每次节目结束后,他就拿出曼陀林弹奏。我永远不能明白他如何能听完几遍后就能把一首曲子弹得那么好。我热爱唱歌,但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林,这是我遗憾至今的事情。

父亲喜欢为家人弹奏曼陀林,他知道我们喜欢唱歌,喜欢听他弹奏。他就是那样,如果他能把快乐奉献给别人,他从不吝啬,尤其是对他的家人。他总是那样,牺牲自己的时间和精力让家人生活得满足。父亲的这种付出是只有当我长大成人,而且是有了自己的孩子后才能体会到的。

我在1962年1月加入了美国空军基地。每当我休假回家,我都请求父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有人弹奏曼陀林能达到像我父亲那样的境界,他在那古老的曼陀林上抚出的旋律能够触及你的灵魂。他弹奏的时候,身上似乎能发出四射的光芒。你可以看出,父亲为能给家人弹奏出如此美妙的旋律,他是多么的自豪。

父亲年轻的时候,曾在农场为爷爷工作。爷爷是农场使用者,要向农场所有人交纳谷物抵租。1950年,我们全家搬离农场,父亲在当地石灰石采石场谋得职位。采石场在1957年倒闭,他只好另觅工作。他曾在马里兰州登多克的欧文斯游艇公司上班,还在马里兰州的洛斯的托德钢铁公司上过班。在托德钢铁公司上班期间,他遇到了意外。他的工作是把有棱角的铁滚到搬运台上,这样焊接工才能作进一步加工来完成整个工序。在那个特殊的日子里,父亲的

左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢铁中。医生对手指施手术,但未能保住那只手指,最后父亲只好让医生把那手指的指尖给切除了。那个手指并没有完全丧失拿东西的能力,但是却影响了他弹奏曼陀林的能力。

事故后,父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林了,他觉得再也不能像以前弹得那么好了。我休假回家请求他弹奏曼陀林,他以种种借口解释不能弹奏的原因。最后,我们软硬兼施逼他就范,他终于说:"好吧,但是记住,我拨弦再也不能像过去一样了。"或者会说:"这个手指出意外后,我再也不能弹得像过去那样好了。"对于家人来说,父亲弹得好不好并没有分别,我们很高兴他终于弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀林,就会把我们带回昔日那些无忧无虑的幸福时光。"戴维,戴维?克罗克特,荒野边疆的国王"就会再次响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。

1993年8月,父亲诊断得了不宜动手术的肺癌。他不想接受化疗,因为他想体面地过完他生命最后的时光。大约在父亲去世的一周前,我们请求他能否为我们弹奏曼陀林,他说了很多借口,最后还是答应了。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们弹奏了,他为老曼陀林调弦,弹了几个音。我环顾四周,家人个个都泪水满眶。我们看见在我们面前是一个安静的、谦虚的人,以生命最后的力量,用爱的力量支撑着。父亲再也没有足够的力量弹奏,这使我们对那天的记忆更加强烈。父亲做着他一生都在做的事情:奉献。即使生命已走到了尽头,他却仍尽力为他人创造欢乐。没错,父亲一定还能弹奏曼陀林的。

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