(1) Father’s back
“Father’s back is as straight as the top spine of my family!” This is what I wrote in my composition when I was in primary school.
In my childhood impression, my house had two floors, and it was like two buildings with water on both sides. The roof spine in the middle of this kind of house has to bear most of the weight of the entire roof and the food piled on the floor, so the roof spine must be thick and high to be able to support the pressure and height of the house.
Later I went to my father’s mine and had more opportunities to observe my father’s back. My father is tall, with a straight waist and good facial features. He likes to wear black tunic suits and is a bit stinky. At that time, it would be nice to have something to wear, but he still had to be very particular about it and had to go to the county town to hire a tailor to tailor it. No matter what kind of clothes he wears, no matter whether they are new or old, they are always washed clean.
When I go out with my father, I often follow him and admire his back. My father pays attention to the lines in his clothes, and looking at his back is a sweet appreciation. His back, chest and buttocks are round, and his waist is concave, showing the beauty of the curves. Looking at my father's back, I often thought: If my father were a woman, he might be a millionaire.
But as a man, my father is also very popular. The mines at that time were all small square buildings. When my father was at home, the neighbors would always come to our dinner table to eat and listen to my father talk about major events in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. When my father was underground, whenever he was resting, people from the same team would gather around and listen to him talk about the formation of bornite and chalcopyrite, as well as the formation of sulfide ores and oxide ores. Engineer Wang next to my house said that if my father had a degree, he would have been working in a government agency long ago.
Because my father came from a poor family, he did not have the opportunity to go to school when he was a child, but he loved reading books and newspapers. When I have a little free time, I always leave my back to us. I lie on the desk and never leave my hands to read, and never leave my mouth to read.
My family has many brothers and sisters, and the mine is deep in a mountainous area where the Yi people live. He must "generate income" to improve the family economy. In order to save electricity bills, he often led us up the mountain to collect firewood. We saw that he carried more firewood than the nearby Yi farmers, and his back was much more bent than that of the Yi farmers; After building the platform, I often went to the public toilets in the mine to carry excrement water to water the grains, and my back also brought the smell of excrement into my home.
At the end of that year, because of an earthquake in our mine, many miners did not dare to go down the mine. In order to exceed the annual profit, the newly appointed mine manager decided to mine high-grade mines in the submerged area.
The mine held a swearing-in meeting. The pit director took over the meeting flag, the work district director took over the team flag, and my father took over the sharp knife class flag on behalf of the team. At this time, I had graduated from university and entered the production department. Although I had rarely worked in wells, I knew the geological conditions of this subsidence area. It was right in the middle of two rock faults. Small earthquakes and crustal movements can cause the entire mine to collapse and shift. I couldn't control the overall situation, but I was worried about the pit, the work area, and my father's sharp knife team. When my father came back that day, I heard him sigh and asked him what was wrong. He said that the developed electric grilling road was overrun again.
The section chief and I went down the well and saw a miner in front of him. He nailed a nail to the sleeper, tied a hemp rope to the nail, tied a deadlock, and put it diagonally on his shoulders and four feet. With four hands, he bent forward and pulled forward. I know this is because the collapse of the mine span can only reduce the mine cross-section and reduce the stress, so there is such a working surface. We walked empty-handed behind, and in many places we had to bend down and crawl to get through. In order to save time, I crawled to help the miner pulling the sleeper push the sleeper forward. The two of them worked together and soon arrived at Kuang Kuang Mine. I passed the front, looked back, and was shocked: Ah - it turned out to be my father.
My tears fell down. I helped him take off the buckle, pulled him to sit on another sleeper, and helped him unbutton his clothes. I found that his right shoulder was as red as bleeding. His back was completely strangled with hemp rope until it turned purple as if he had been whipped.
"Dad... don't... stop doing it... let's go home... let's leave the mine..." I hugged my father and cried. My father didn't hug me, he just put his head on my shoulder, enjoyed it quietly for a while and then pushed me away.
"Dad...go home early...ah..." Under the section chief's persuasion, I looked back at my father in three steps and left the alley.
After returning home, I heard the bad news that my father and others had a mine collapse in the middle section, and some people died from work-related injuries. My heart contracted, and waves of fear and uneasiness came over me. I begged God not to let me hear names I didn’t want to hear, but God showed no mercy to me.
When the father was found out, he was completely unrecognizable. According to the workers who escaped, it was his father who used his back to withstand the collapse, allowing other workers to escape.
My father went to the cemetery. Every time I went to pay his respects, when I saw the handsome photo on his tombstone, I always recalled his spine-like back when he was young.
In order to support the family, to complete the mine profit mission, and to escape the workers... my father's back always appears when others need it most!
(2) Go home during the Spring Festival and visit your childhood neighbors
"The wandering people miss you outside, dear mother; the wandering footsteps have traveled all over the world, but there is no home... ..." This is a song that many people who work outside often hear.
The tree is thousands of feet high, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. Only by returning to the place where we were born and raised can we find the feeling of going home. When I return home during the Spring Festival, the first thing I see is the bright smiles of my parents and neighbors. Only when you see this smile can you feel the warmth of your hometown.
These tender feelings are gifts from my parents, aunts and uncles of my neighbors. Other than that, there is no other way!
When we come back to visit our parents, after chatting with them about our daily lives, don’t forget to also visit the neighbor aunts and uncles who took care of us when we were children.
Whether it is in the city or in the countryside, each of us has the shadow of our neighbors in our childhood. Maybe your neighbors have hugged you lovingly, guided you lovingly in doing things, sent you to school lovingly, called you to their home for dinner lovingly, funded your school expenses lovingly, etc.
Maybe the neighbor’s aunts and uncles were eagerly waiting for their children to come back, but they didn’t wait and came back themselves. Holding hands with aunts, reminiscing with uncles, and talking about interesting childhood stories may bring everyone back to the scene twenty or thirty years ago; maybe the friends from the neighbor's childhood who played together are also back, everyone*** Let’s talk about the funny story of peeing in mud in childhood, and talk about future plans. Maybe it’s another good opportunity for job hunting and career development that both parties need. Maybe the neighbor’s children have a conflict with the neighbor’s uncle and aunt and go there by themselves. This is a good opportunity to step down for both parties and turn the hostility into friendship. .
China’s Spring Festival culture is a culture of going home; a culture of family reunions, flowers and full moon; a culture of everyone being happy and lively together. Visit your childhood neighbor's house and you won't have to buy much or spend much money. What everyone wants is the well-being of the neighborhood, and they see that the next generation they once had high hopes for has a future; what everyone wants is reunion, and they see that their lonely old neighbors have three generations eating together again; what everyone wants is to be able to provide for themselves in old age. , I saw the children of my old neighbor coming back to take care of the elderly; I was looking for a harmonious atmosphere. I saw the three generations of my neighbor's family living in harmony, and I also shared in the joy.
A philosopher once said: Life is a mirror. If you cry, it will cry. If you laugh, it will laugh. If you go to your childhood neighbor's house, you will see that no one is giving charity to anyone. In today's Chinese society, no one has to worry about food and clothing. But this is a win-win behavior that gives roses to others and leaves lingering fragrance in hands. Because when you give happiness to others, you also get happiness yourself.
With just a little effort, everyone can celebrate the Spring Festival happily, why not? !