My father, a rural teacher, devoted himself to education all his life and trained countless students all over the country.
My father writes very well, especially calligraphy and abacus. He is famous in several villages far and near. No matter which one has a wedding or funeral, he will come to him for help, even if there is an argument or a fight, he will come to him. Every Spring Festival, many people come to him to write Spring Festival couplets. Every day from morning till night, he brings his own paper and ink and warmly receives every neighbor.
We are four sisters. My father loves them very much and has never abandoned them. My mother is very kind and kind, and she is also very filial to my grandparents. Because my father has been teaching outside, my grandmother is physically disabled and my uncle is mentally retarded. She bears all the food and clothing at home.
According to the past rural customs, it is considered that it is a woman's business not to have boys, and it is strange that women fail to live up to expectations. For this reason, my mother has been blaming herself and can't hold her head in front of everyone. I remember several times, my mother said to my father with tears in her eyes, "I can't have a boy and I can't continue to burn incense for your family." Every time my father will patiently persuade my mother: "You don't have to blame yourself. How can you blame yourself? Giving birth to boys and girls is a matter for both men and women. In addition, we can't prefer boys to girls, both men and women are the same. Look at our four daughters. They are all so smart and lovely. I love them very much. Don't have any ideas in the future. "
Later, my father was transferred to the village primary school to teach and took me with him. A year later, my father became the principal and taught several classes of Chinese. He is busy every day. My father and I live in a small room on campus, which is both a dormitory and my father's office.
My father is busy from morning till night every day. I often wake up in the middle of the night and see my father correcting a lot of homework under a small kerosene lamp. It is particularly cold in winter in the countryside, and the water tanks and washbasins in the room are frozen. Father stood up and stamped his feet for a while, then put his hand to his mouth and blew some hot air, then rubbed his frozen hands and sat down to correct his homework.
I got good grades in my class, but my father never praised me. He always praises other students. What I don't understand most is that sometimes when I quarrel with my classmates, my father always criticizes me without asking why. I think it's unfair and sad, and I don't even talk to my father for a few days. One day, my father said to me, "Son, because you are the headmaster's daughter, I will be stricter with you. Don't think you are superior to others." You are my student just like your classmates. "
My father's severity has an impact on my life.
Two years later, I graduated from primary school and walked dozens of miles from the countryside with several classmates to a railway station with only a small house. It is already dark, and there is no train to Zhengzhou. We just lay on the ground, waiting for the train to arrive at dawn.
Later, I was admitted to a middle school in Zhengzhou. At that time, it was a special sensation that rural girls could be admitted to middle schools in provincial capitals. The whole village knew about it, and the villagers came to my house to congratulate me. The whole family is very happy.
Later, I joined the work and have been struggling in the coal construction of the motherland. The conditions are very difficult and the living conditions are very poor. I live in caves and tents. 3-5 years at most in one place. When the electricity is connected, the road is repaired, the house is built, and the coal is out of the mine, we will move to another new place to build a new mine.
Bearing in mind my father's teachings, I have always been diligent and active, strict with myself, diligent and law-abiding, and have been fighting conscientiously in the front line of the coal industry.
After his father died for many years, his life was ordinary. The countless students he has taught are the wealth of his life. I will inherit my father's selfless dedication and pass it on to my descendants!