Cao Naihuai
It's raining continuously, and when I wake up in Qingming Festival one year, I can't sleep at night, and my heart is sour, so I can't help thinking of my father again.
Time flies, and the years are rushing. My father has been away from us for nine years. The old man's voice and face are smiling, as if he were in front of his eyes. He often meets him in his dreams and wakes up with tears on his pillow towel.
My father was born in 1943, when the war was raging, and his life was turbulent. After liberation, my grandfather was imprisoned because he worked as a deputy head nurse for three months. Only my grandmother took a few children with her great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and my father and brothers, who were just eleven or twelve years old, were going to plow the fields. When they went to school, my father studied hard and got good grades in every exam. Before taking the entrance examination, my grandmother went to the village office to open a letter of introduction for her father's entrance examination. Although she begged, the director of the village office not only refused to open a letter of introduction, but swore: "As long as your family can study, let your family study, and you can also study!" Grandmother came back with tears in her eyes. My father suffered from this. At night, he joined the production team to see the crops and slept until midnight. My father suddenly turned over and said, "Liu Xiangchang, please approve the note and let me go to the school!" The next day, when we went out to work together, the neighbors took this as a joke. Grandmother was heartbroken when she heard this, but she was helpless. She could only be bullied, and there was no hope of further study. She could only study in Wuli Agricultural Middle School and eat in the canteen for five or eight years. The village stipulated that students had no dinner and her father could only sleep hungry.
When I grew up and got married, it coincided with the Cultural Revolution. My eldest brother was just born before the full moon, and my father was in great trouble, and several times he lost his life. During the Cultural Revolution, the situation was chaotic, and the transvestite turned upside down. In Wuli, the incident of "serving the people's party" came out, and all the students who had studied in Wuli Agricultural School were forced to bite each other. No one was spared, and many people were persecuted to death. My father was implicated in this and was imprisoned in the village.
My father is hardworking, kind, harmonious, helpful, intelligent and eager to learn. He can do carpentry, drive and repair tractors at a glance. He usually asks my father for help when his neighbors are in trouble. Once someone asked him to build a house to do carpentry. When the roof truss and stringers were all finished, he found that there was still a main beam missing, but the owner could no longer afford to buy it. My father immediately asked the owner to go to my house to carry a main beam home, and he didn't want a penny. After decades, the owner's family was grateful for mentioning this. Because my father drives a tractor in the production team and goes out to haul goods every day, the production team subsidizes one yuan every day, so my family's life is relatively better. In the past, life was hard, many people didn't have enough food, and they often stopped eating. Every time they saw the difficulties of their neighbors, my father discussed with his mother, squeezed out from their teeth and helped them selflessly. Because my father ranks fourth, until today, people in the village have mentioned my father, and they are all addressed as "four grandfathers" with their thumbs up.
Hard-working and determined, in order to make a living, my father got up early and went to the kiln factory to take off the adobe. I leave before dawn in the morning, and I can't get home until the end of the small radio broadcast in the countryside at night-8: 4. I do all manual work. A pond of mud needs 4 loads of water to soak it thoroughly, and it needs to be turned over twice carefully, so there can be no clods. The average person can only take off two adobe pieces at a time with two brick molds, while my father can take off three adobe pieces at a time with three brick molds. In spring, my father takes off 1,5 pieces of adobe a day, while others can only take off less than 1, pieces a day; In summer, he was sweating under the scorching sun, and his father was tanned and thin; In late autumn, my father's hands are all cracked because of his daily dealings with mud, and he has to apply grease when he goes home every night. In 1979, my family built the best brick house in the third village.
My father has never been fond of dignitaries as his agents, and he is very strict with us. He often teaches us to "freeze to death and stand in the wind", not to be afraid of suffering, to be an upright person, and requires us to have the backbone of being a man, not to curry favor with dignitaries as their agents, and to gain a foothold in society by virtue of our ability. Therefore, he is indispensable for hard work and hard work in the village every time.
Because my father's own reading opportunity was abruptly cut off, my father warned us that we must study hard when we were young. He often used ancestral couplets to educate us by "keeping our ancestors innocent and teaching our children to read two lines". Every night we do our homework under the kerosene lamp. My father always sits beside us regardless of the fatigue of the day, and doesn't go to bed until we finish our homework. When we get up early every morning, we always want to see if we have finished eating and gone to school. I heard that Yugou primary school had a good education at that time, and he asked someone to transfer me to Yugou to study. Fortunately, our brother also lived up to his expectations and was admitted to the school by his own ability. No one went to school at his own expense, which became a story in the village, and my father was very proud of it. However, several of our brothers go to school in other places at the same time, and the tuition and living expenses are also a huge expense for a rural family. My father borrows money everywhere, sometimes to other villages, because he borrows money for his children to study, and because his father is respected by everyone, many people take the initiative to make it difficult for my father to find them. Of course, my father has also suffered from the eyes of relatives and friends. I should especially thank my father. At that time, I didn't go to college after graduating from high school, because all my brothers were studying, my eldest brother Huaiyin Normal School just graduated, my fourth brother was studying in Jiangsu Commercial School, and my third brother was studying in Liulaozhuang High School. My family was really difficult, so I went out to work, and my father was very sad about it. In 1993, my third brother was admitted to colleges and universities in Zhenjiang. My father was unwilling to talk to me again and asked me to repeat my studies. I followed my father's advice and went to Liulaozhuang Middle School to repeat my studies. My father was very happy. The next year, I was admitted to colleges and universities in Yangzhou.
After graduation, we are all busy with our small families. My father never asks us for money. Sometimes he prefers to borrow money without telling us. On holidays, we all go back to our hometown and never spend the New Year outside, so that parents can enjoy the family happiness of their children and grandchildren around their knees. Every time we don't go back for a long time, he will come by car to see his grandchildren, and then hurry back by car after dinner.
My father fell ill in the spring of 211. At that time, I didn't pay attention to it, but I suspected that his heart was not good because of high blood pressure. I took him for a check-up, and I didn't dare to delay a moment after I found out. Although our brother tried his best, he was powerless and left us forever on the first day of February in the lunar calendar in 212. Alas! "Children want to raise and don't want to be close to each other", and their children and grandchildren are in tears, which hurts their hearts! The world has lost a good father, and there is an old fairy in heaven. May my father be well in heaven.
the night of March 3th, 221.