I remember when I was a child, outside the house, my neighbor's Chaoshan grandmother asked her grandmother what my father did. Grandma proudly said in authentic Hakka dialect, "My son is engaged in fertilizer." My neighbor's grandmother speaks Minnan, and she keeps repeating it, but she can't understand it after listening for a long time. Our whole family burst into laughter in the room! Haha, actually, my dad writes materials (my dad also has a beautiful hard-pen cursive hand). Grandma, a lifelong farmer, has never studied, only knows chemical fertilizer, so ...
? Thinking of grandma's anecdote, my father's figure of climbing the grid in the middle of the night suddenly appeared in my mind: at that time, there was no decent desk, study and computer at home. There is only one desk in the bedroom, but my father's books are piled high (my father cherishes books, and every book is wrapped in kraft paper). So a square square table for eating, a white lamp covered with stationery, and a hero pen are my father's belongings for writing materials. I can't remember how many nights my father stayed up all night writing. I can't remember how many times when I woke up in the morning, my sisters tiptoed around my father's desk, secretly picked up my father's masterpiece and commented: smelly Laojiu's father's handwriting is too scribbled, which is not good at all! With a straight face and bloodshot eyes, the father touched the baby's head with his big blue hand covered with carbon paper: He is a ghost and knows the wheat world! (just a child, you know what)
How many years have passed, and it's our turn to climb the grid. Father no longer climbs the lattice, but his figure of climbing the lattice is deeply engraved in our hearts, just like a bright light, telling us that we should be responsible for everything and it is common to work overtime. Later, my sister learned 30% of her father's hard-pen calligraphy skills (the boss didn't inherit his father's calligraphy skills when playing table tennis). So as long as you mention writing in front of your father, you can always make him look good for several days.
In recent years, my white-haired father has been crawling in front of his desk ~ writing travel notes, writing poems, and even coming up with poems. In order to make my father's wish come true, the sisters discussed taking my father around the provinces, because wherever I go, my father will be full of poetry and happiness! Unfortunately, due to the epidemic in the past two years, the plan to continue traveling with parents has been put on hold. Instead, I wandered around the park and ate delicious food. But whenever we have fun with our parents, wherever we go, he will definitely write a poem. Just like the last time I visited Dafengmen during the Dragon Boat Festival, my father wrote a poem: "The Secret Land of Dafengmen Waterfall": Youlian Waterfall leaped over Qianchuan, and the canyon was rolling with rapids. Splendid mountains and rivers are infinitely good and thunderous. ? "Ha ha, actually it doesn't matter where to climb the stairs at the seaside! In the parents' mind, when the family is together and the children are all well, it is sunshine!
? Thanks to my father, thanks to his influence, let us accept every overtime day and night! I am grateful to my father for letting our home flow with righteousness, sunshine and ink! Bless my father, bless my father to bask in Sheng Da's poems that he swaggered out of the grid! Here, I send a message to Father's Day: smelly Laojiu dad, we love you and we are proud of you! Happy holidays!
Attached is a poem "Love Butterfly Flowers in Spring" written by my father when he revisited his alma mater Huanong this spring.
Zhu Xiao exhibition. A beautiful day is a song, and blue cotton is embedded in the dome. In spring, I cherish the happiness of spring. Grandpa and grandson are walking by the lotus pond.
Flowers and sophistry please thousands of guests. The scenery of Huanong attracts people's attention. Spring breeze, spring breeze, write down the meaning of spring, and know who has missed the other person's life.
My father's poems have always written a lot of scenery, but it is only a matter of time before lyricism. We often make fun of his lack of feelings. But still praise one! Encourage him.
Go back to my parents' house in the morning and help my father clean up his desk. Seeing the draft of this poem on the desktop, I unconsciously thought of my father climbing the grid when he was a child! Tomorrow is Father's Day. I want to write down my father's notes and pay tribute to Father's Day!
I am always too busy to help my father collect poems. I feel very guilty. This year, Qi Xin will work with Qi Xin to help his father fulfill his wish. I have to work overtime tomorrow, so I will give my father an early holiday tonight and take him to eat Hakka food!