My father and I not have more than ten years, I can't forget the most is his figure. Last winter, my grandmother passed away, also one -my father's message, is it never rains but it pours. I from Beijing to guangdong to hasten home to my father, to guangdong to see father, looked at the thing in the house full of mud, and think of grandma's face, can not help but tearful shed tears. Father comfort I said, son, it's no use crying over spilt milk., need not sad, well there is no way, dark to just chat again! Home to sell the home, the father lost a lot of, again to borrow money for the funeral. These days, to The Times in the home is very bleak, the funeral, my father and I also want to each rush thing. Friends to nanjing, wander about, stay in the morning.
我父亲和我没有超过十年的时间，我最能忘记的是他的身影。去年冬天，我的祖母去世了，也是我父亲的遗言之一，那就是：天下雨不下，雨不下。我从北京赶往广东赶回家，到广东看望父亲，看着房子里满是泥的东西，想起奶奶的脸，不禁泪流满面。父亲安慰我说，儿子，为洒出来的牛奶哭是没有用的，不必伤心，好吧，没办法，天黑了就再聊吧！家里卖了房子，父亲损失惨重，又借钱办丧事。这几天，到了家里很凄凉的时候，葬礼上，我和爸爸也要各赶各的事情。朋友到南京，四处逛逛，呆在早晨。