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.