Edit | Jin Shi Xin Xiang
1August 3, 997, in midsummer, the stove in Jinan exploded again. It was so hot last night that I sweated and was covered with water that I couldn't sleep all night.
After lunch, my wife cleared up the dishes and chopsticks. I simply washed and went to bed. Just squinting, I heard the doorbell in the dusk. My wife came to call me and said, "Dad is here."
Dad retired for many years and lived in the countryside with my mother in Zou County. Why did he suddenly come to Jinan at this time? Zheng, I hurried to the hall to meet my father. "Dad, it's so hot, why are you here at this time?"
Dad got impatient and climbed up the fourth floor. He was out of breath and sat in a chair in the hall. "This ... this ..." He gestured with his hand and couldn't say the whole sentence.
I quickly drank half a basin of water, added some hot water, and let my father wash his face first. Half a cup of warm water was brought, so that the old man could soak his mouth first, and then rinse the pot and pour tea. Dad was panting and finally said, "I didn't expect it to be so hot today."
I quickly drank half a basin of water, added some hot water, and let my father wash his face first. Half a cup of warm water was brought, so that the old man could soak his mouth first, and then rinse the pot and pour tea. Dad was panting and finally said, "I didn't expect it to be so hot today."
After a short rest, the old man is much better. I accompanied him to pour tea, and my wife was busy cooking. The old man lit a cigarette and began to tell the story of his coming to Jinan: when he got on the bus, when he went to Taian, when he entered Jinan ... Dad was very talkative and recited all the way like a singer. I can only listen, I can't interrupt him. I can't interrupt or answer until he stops talking. This is a rule made by my grandfather. Until I was 6 1 year old, my father died. In front of his old man's house, I am so tight that I dare not change anything.
Two dishes are ready. I poured the wine and let dad drink first.
After talking for a long time, dad didn't say why he came at this time. I wonder, the old man pointed to the small paper box he brought and said, "Open it." I opened it and saw six glasses in a row.
"Why did Dad bring me a cup? I have it at home! " I asked.
"Look down." Dad said.
Below is a newspaper bag. "Open it." Dad said again.
Ah, it's a pile of money. I was startled. Dad continued: "I heard from your second sister that you have no money to publish a book."
It turns out that the old man sent me money on purpose. Hearing this, my nose turned sour and I looked at my father's cheek quietly, so I couldn't help crying. I know that his pension is very small, his mother has no job, and his three sisters are married, just enough to eat. I seldom give money to my family at ordinary times. Where did I get ten thousand dollars? ! At that time, there were 10 thousand yuan, which was honored as "ten thousand yuan households", and there were not many counties. I don't know our family background yet! Father must have borrowed it.
"Dad, you borrowed this money! I have money to publish a book, and I don't need you to get it for me! "
"What is yours is yours, and publishing a book is a good thing."
Dad drank a lot of wine. For half an hour, he drank two glasses of wine. "No, lunch break, drinking at night." He put down his glass.
I know, he is afraid of affecting my lunch break.
Send the old man to the north room and turn on the electric fan to blow gently. Dad must be tired. He got up early and took the bus for nearly five hours. He is not good at lumbar vertebrae and cervical vertebrae.
"Have a good rest, Dad."
Go back to my room, I can't sleep anymore. I thought: What am I doing? It's nothing to get up early and stay up late, and I have to pay 38 thousand yuan to the bookstore (Qilu bookstore) Otherwise people won't publish it!
The deadly "Ancient Seal Newly Unearthed in Shandong" was originally a by-product of my investigation of Han Dynasty stone reliefs in Shandong and the compilation of The Complete Works of China Fine Arts Classification (Hanjuan). At that time, I traveled all over the province to collect information on Han paintings. When I saw some newly unearthed ancient seal characters in the museum of hell, I printed them out conveniently so that I could learn imitation after returning to the economy. My seal cutting teacher, Mr. Xu, has read this batch of materials and thinks it is extremely rare. He wrote many times urging me to arrange and publish. Without xu teacher's encouragement, I couldn't have made such a big decision and put all my money into this idle film!
Ancient seal newly unearthed in Shandong
Complete Works of China Stone Relief (Han Juan)
There really isn't much money at home. At that time, my wife and I only had more than 200 yuan a month. We discussed it and wanted to borrow it from our friends. I didn't expect it to reach dad. What annoys me most is that my father is afraid of my hardship and loves my son, but he still borrows it with an old face!
Later I asked my second sister, but she just laughed and didn't tell me where the money came from. The money was a mystery to me until my father died.
My old father spent half his life as a soldier and half his life working. When I was a child, I grew up with my grandfather in Biaoshan, Jinan, and experienced many hardships. Make a living by technology all your life, strive for perfection, and have nothing else to ask for. Honest and frank, neither supercilious nor supercilious, upright people give him a thumbs-up, while narrow-minded people call him "too serious". When I was in Biaoshan, I studied in a private school for several years. I write a good hand and admire culture very much. I have never done anything great in my life, but I am meticulous in my filial piety to my parents and indifferent to my children.
Dad wants me to do some business and learn something. Even if I can't do it well, I don't want to do anything else. I have always listened to him and believed that God's arrangement did not go against my own character. My father has read all my published books carefully, but he once praised the calligraphy environment-typology is a "thing". Lai Fei's Collection of Art Archaeology is his last book. At that time, he was already lying in a hospital bed in Qilu Hospital. I turned over a few articles and said nothing. There is a couplet in the postscript: "If you want to drink, you won't have a chance to gamble. When you write a book, you will be remembered by future generations. " The old man said, "well written." A couplet asked me who I was.
Calligraphy environment-typology
Today (the eighth day of the eighth lunar month) is the third anniversary of my father's death and the 10 anniversary of my mother's death. They both left on the same day. At 5 pm 15, my mother left; Seven years later, on the same night 1 1: 25, my father also left. They met on this day, and they didn't know what they were thinking or where they had gone. ...
I'm all thumbs, and I don't know what to write to miss my parents. I only know that my parents are my first teachers, and their shadows are everywhere in my lifestyle today. My unfinished homework, the eight-volume Collected Works of Lai Fei, is being revised. No matter to what extent and when it is published, I will present it at the grave of my parents and tell the elderly that my son misses his parents.