The slightest drizzle, not like hitting the body, but like hitting the heart, Liu Minran's heart was excited, his father's grave was full of weeds and thorns, for more than ten years, his father was lying here alone, only the breeze and the moon were companions, the sky was a bed, the ground was a pawnshop, few people came to pay tribute, and few people came to disturb, quietly enjoying loneliness and tranquility.

She put on three incense sticks, put on offerings, her face was solemn, her eyes were full of tears, and she knelt in front of the grave and recited the words: Father, I am your daughter Minmin, maybe you don't remember such a daughter for a long time, but I always have your place in my heart, a position that no one can replace, this may be what people call flesh and blood. When I was two years old, you still had time to look at me a few more times, listen to my babbling words, cries, and crisp laughter, and you died and left us, why are you so ruthless!

Father, do you know? To be honest, at that time, whether I existed or not, was not so important to me, after all, I didn't know what father's love was and what mother's love was. However, as I grow older, when I see that others have fathers and mothers, but I have no father, only a nominal mother, do you know how much blow and pain I have to endure in my young heart?

Father, do you know? When I get out of school, whenever I see other people's children riding on their father's neck and coming home happily, I am so envious in my heart, how I wish that one day, I can also ride on my father's neck and sing and sing, but you have never appeared until I am an adult, and my aunt is willing to tell me that you have long been here to rest in peace, to hide and to evade the responsibilities of a father!

Father, do you know that when you didn't want me, it was my aunt who took me in, and I became nominally part of their family, and they always treated me as their own, but I always had a sense of alienation from them, a thick barrier, which did not mean that they treated me badly. On the contrary, they were very kind to me, but I could not find a feeling from my parents, and my heart became more and more fragile and sensitive. Fortunately, I traveled across the ocean to study abroad for four years, during which I shed tears of missing my relatives and endured the pain of loneliness and loneliness, but my mind has become mature, my will has become strong, and my people have become open-minded.

Father, do you know? Once, a classmate in a class wore a beautiful dress and kept showing off to everyone, saying that it was a birthday present from her father. At that time, I was thinking, on my birthday, how happy I would be if I could receive such a beautiful dress and dress myself up from Cinderella to Snow White! Unfortunately, since I was a child, I have never received a birthday gift that I like, you know? What was I most afraid of at that time, the most afraid was my birthday, because no one remembered my birthday, and no one would remember to give me a birthday present.

Growing up, I seemed to hate that woman, the woman who gave birth to me and abandoned me, and even though she came to see me from time to time and gave me good food and fun, I could not forgive her, and even regarded her as an enemy. However, deep down in my heart, I can't forget her, after all, I am the flesh that fell from her body, I am her biological daughter, flesh and blood, how can I say that I forget it? When I grow up and become sensible, I want to meet her, and even want to call her mom in front of her, but I don't have the courage, for fear that as soon as I see her, I won't be able to speak, let alone shout the words that I used to take for granted.

Father, do you know? I didn't dare to be coquettish, I was afraid of my aunt's stern eyes, I didn't dare to cry, I was afraid that my aunt would take off my pants and beat my ass like she did to Brother Mao, I didn't dare to do anything wrong, I was afraid of provoking my aunt to be angry, I was afraid of mentioning that woman in front of my aunt, I was afraid that she would be angry and threaten me and say, you think of that woman so much, you should go with her; I didn't dare to make trouble outside, I was afraid that my aunt would stare at me and reprimand me with abalone eyes, and if you make trouble outside, I will send you to an orphanage。 To be honest, I am very grateful to my aunt for taking me in, feeding and closing, sending me to school, and even studying abroad, but I always feel like a high-level beggar, a matchmaker, always inferior in spirit and personality, and half a dwarf!

Father, do you know that I fell in love with a man, a burly man, a responsible man, and even though I knew I was shaved and hot, wishful thinking, I really liked him and loved him. You may say, good woman, the twisted melon is not sweet, why do you need to go all the way to the dark to love a man who may not love you. But, Dad, do you know? Since I was a child, I have been like duckweed beaten by the rain, helpless, and I may be swept away by the tide of life anytime and anywhere, rushing to a place that I don't know, and the loneliness and helplessness in my heart are tormenting me all the time, so when I first saw this man, I fell in love with him desperately, because he is the big tree in my heart, the support of my life.

Father, do you know? As a father, you have shirked the responsibilities of a father and left your daughter alone; as a husband, you have escaped the responsibilities of a husband and ignored your wife; as a son of man, you would rather be an unfilial descendant and leave your elderly parents alone, let the white-haired man send the black-haired man, and hide alone in this desolate place to chew on loneliness. Maybe it's your life, it's our loved ones, maybe it's your selfishness, maybe it's our eternal sorrow!

Father, can you tell me whether I hate her or avoid her the next time I meet that woman, whether I call her mother or see her as a passerby, and really, daughters are hard to choose, this is a difficult choice to choose.

Daddy, my dear father, it's not too late, I have to go, and even though it's all gone, my daughter's heart still can't let go. However, please believe that your daughter has grown up, so let the thousands of love and hate flowers be tears dripping on your grave, wetting the soil, accompanying you and bringing you heat.

Father, my daughter is gone, I will come to see you again next year, maybe alone, maybe there is another person; Father, my daughter has grown up, I know that I must know how to be grateful, but there are many things to choose in life, if one day a woman does something sorry for you, don't blame your daughter; if you know underground, please bless your daughter!

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