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Memories with my father

that my memories with my father were not as beautiful as those with my

grandfather . My father was a very affectionate and weak - hearted ma
n . He couldn't see what was difficult for others , and did everything for

others, even if it was insignificant. However, he couldn't really give much

to his family . He was weak and always coughed , and eventually died of l
ung disease ( pulmonary tuberculosis ) . In some ways, he was an incom

petent and irresponsible person .

I made this decision every time I saw my father .

When I grow up, I will take good care of my family , and especially when
I have a wife whom I love , I will treat her so well that she will cry with h

appiness . I am like a father to my mother Don't treat me carelessly ... .

I always lived with that promise .

Maybe that's why until I graduated from high school ,

I was literally a model student who never had a drink , a cigarette , or ev

en went to a coffee shop or billiard room, which all kids my age secretly
tried at least once . That's because my only goal in life is to bring happin

ess to my family , especially my future wife , and I try not to do anything

that is wrong or shameful. I tried . I only wanted to love my wife with a
healthy body and a sound mind . I think about it now , I think I was alread

y a much more precocious thinker than other kids my age .

I remember my father being a very good writer at the time .

Everyone in the neighborhood wrote Chinese characters for me , and wh
en my father wrote something in Chinese, I would run 10 or 20 miles wit

h it and deliver it .

My father _

He was a man with a lot of affection and a weak heart .

He couldn't see what was difficult for others and did everything for others,

even if it was insignificant .
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He actually couldn't give much to his family ... .

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