When I am alone, across the extinguished starry sky, I will always think of your distant figure, trying to keep you, but time still blurs your appearance, I can only try to keep it in my memory You search.

If I can keep up with the pace of time, I will race against time to accompany you through the last part of my life.

It’s been three years since you left us, and I don’t know how you are now, but we have fought against life countless times over the years, but the end result is still just wanting to remember you.

Although time has written the last chapter for you, it takes away your life, but it leaves eternal kindness and love.

In my memory, you are a diligent person, and a person who cares about family and love. Every year on Ching Ming Festival, no matter how far you work hard, you have to go home to worship your ancestors yourself. At that time, we often join you in the fun and don’t feel so sad.

Because at the end of the year, there is not much time to be with you, as long as we can do things with you, we will be very happy.

We also like to tease you the most, sometimes patting your shoulder, sometimes touching your forehead, pulling your graying hair, and then hiding behind you and swinging around like a tail.

You are not angry at all, but you cooperate with us to joke and laugh, and sometimes you fight with us like a child.

It is said that the father’s love is like a mountain, deep and serious, but you are very cute, funny, and not serious at all, so you are deeply loved by us.

When we were in our hometown, we walked through the most beautiful ridges in the country, caught red dragonflies, chased flowers and butterflies, and stepped on water with bare feet… It was a picture that could never go back and be fixed in memory, maybe never again. Will reappear, but it will stay in our hearts forever.

The things left in my heart are always the most precious, but they are also easy to be picked up by time. So there are always moments when I will be so terrified that I will hold on to those memories, for fear that it will blur our last memories.

So, I began to record those memories about you in words. In the 100th memory I have recorded, I think the integration of the landscape of my hometown with you is particularly sensational.

Especially in the early morning, when you plant seedlings with light rain, you are barefoot and stepping on muddy water, like a superman planting seedlings. The speed and rhythm are well controlled, and the seedlings are planted quickly and neatly.

At that time, I often ran to call you to go home for dinner, but you always procrastinated, wishing to take advantage of that moment to plant the entire paddy field before going home. I had to run and shout several times before going home. Call you home.

In the evening, you come back even later. My sister and I often waited at home and slept for a while before returning. Many times we cried while waiting.

These simple and beautiful rural memories seem to remind me all the time that you have never left, you just merge with the natural beauty.

Or maybe you have already turned into a small chrysanthemum, a piece of green grass, a small stream…you are quietly blending in another nature, being reborn, possessing love, possessing power, possessing the most sensational factor in nature, letting time No longer alone at the end.

And I am also waiting for you to come back in time, waiting for you to remember us.