1. Father likes mountains.
1On the twelfth night of the first month of 975, my friends and I ran wildly in the street. My father called me home and said in an inquiring tone, "Are you going to Handan?" Although I will go to junior high school after the winter vacation, the farthest place to go out is the location of the commune five miles away, and I have never even been to the county. When I heard that I was going to Handan, I was naturally happy. Mother explained: "We have little private land, and there is not enough food in the team. If we don't turn this cabbage into cash, we won't be able to get out in the first month, and we'll have to stop eating it. " You went to watch your father's car. "So in the mother's gaze. My father and I dragged a row of sharp cabbages to Handan, 70 miles away.
In a hurry, it was just dawn in Handan. I sold it at Sucao intersection market all day, but there was still a small part left after dark, so I had to make plans to live. Most cabbages can't sell for a few dollars, so naturally they dare not stay in hotels. After eating the iced corn steamed bread at home, they went to the city. At that time, Su Cao was still some distance from the city, with vegetable fields in the middle. In the present Hanguang club area, I stopped at the door of an unknown unit, and there was a heating pipe in the north of the door. "Come, sleep here." My father spread a sack on the floor and told me to lie down against the heating pipe. When it is used, it is wrapped in a quilt for fear that the quilt will fall off, and it is loosely tied to the warm air pipe with a rope. Hungry and tired, I fell asleep soon, while my father stayed with the vegetable cart until dawn on a cold night. When I think about it later, I always blame myself: why didn't I think of giving my father a rest at that time?
1980 My mother died of illness, and I was admitted to the school, which made the family in financial difficulties worse. In order to subsidize my school living expenses, my father wants to do some small business, but he has no capital. Father cooked the sweet potatoes he bought from other places this winter before selling them. By the Fuyang River in Yongnian, I accidentally fell off with my car. At that time, the river was very big. If it is not caught by trees on the river slope, it may be very dangerous. My father never said anything about it, but I heard it from a fellow villager a few years later. At that time, my fellow villagers went to Guangfu to go to the market, just passing by here and helping my father move the car to the river. The fellow villager said in fear, "The river below is so big that it is enough to fall without stopping the trees."
My father is a man of strong will. At home, as long as he stares, his sister and brother dare not speak. Although he can't read and tell the truth, his love for children is so heavy and passionate.
My brother and sister are both married separately. 1993, my brother and I moved to Handan again. Coupled with busy work, there are fewer opportunities to go back to see my father. His old man lives alone in his hometown, but he never complains. One winter, just after the heavy snow, my wife went back to her hometown to go through the salary formalities, and came back and said to me, "The old man is doing well at home. If I don't go back, I will send onions to our family by bike, fearing that we will have no food in jiaozi on the winter solstice. " Thanks to dissuasion, the heavy snow on the road didn't disappear, and the car didn't dare to drive fast, not to mention a 70-year-old man riding a bicycle.
On the first day of the tenth lunar month the year before last, my brother went back to burn paper for his mother. When he came back, he talked about his father. His face was somber: "There is nothing wrong with my father's health, but he is old, hunched over and has lost all his teeth.". My father asked me to tell you, if there is nothing important, don't go back and think about him. When I left, my father kept giving me two miles of land, and I had to give me his lighter. " Later, around my father, my brother and I talked a lot and finally shed tears. Because this heavy fatherly love really makes people sad.
2. The man named Dad.
Friends around me, mentioning my father, are most impressed, either smoking or drinking, or gambling.
After listening to this, I was secretly complacent. It seems that dad is not a three-good man, but a n-good man, hehe!
Dad, an ordinary farmer, doesn't like smoking, drinking and gambling. He is responsible and loves his wife and daughter. ...
Dad occasionally carries a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, but he doesn't smoke. He just took his friends out to continue his performance when he was together. He occasionally smokes a cigarette or two and then puts it out.
Dad can't drink at all. I remember once, at someone else's wedding banquet, he was forced to make a toast. Jing's head was a little dizzy. He got up to leave. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and his forehead was in close contact with the corner. Then, he posted a band-aid for a whole week. As a result, in dad's consciousness, the wine is even worse!
Dad never gambles, because he hates gambling and says gambling is done by people who don't do their duty. He won, wanted to win more, and lost again. He wants to win back the loser, not the gambler, and he will win every bet. It's more practical to buy food with that spare money! Don't think that dad's life is not fun. Reading books and watching the news is his greatest pleasure!
To tell the truth, in my opinion, dad still loves mom very much. I still remember that my mother was in poor health. When I was working outside, my father would call me from time to time to "destroy" my mother's willpower, saying that it was better to go home and enjoy life with such little money, and there was no shortage of that money at home. In fact, my father loves my mother dearly, and it's not worth exhausting his health for such a small amount of money. Secondly, when mom is away, dad feels that there is no one to talk to. But in the end, mom went back, hehe!
It is said that my daughter is my father's lover in his last life. I think this is not unreasonable!
I remember that in junior high school, the climate was hot and cold in late spring and early summer. I thought it would be summer, only cool clothes. Unexpectedly, it rained heavily the next day, and the temperature plummeted, thinking that I would freeze to death. At this time, my father drove over in the heavy rain just to give me a cotton-padded coat. When he left, he told me "put it on quickly"! Looking at dad's drifting back, a thin figure has already burst into tears!
Another time, a worrying "small disaster" made my unhurried dad panic and anxious. When he was a sophomore, he fell out of bed and fell into the hospital. My mother said that she couldn't sleep when she got my call at three or four in the morning. Before dawn, my father bought a ticket for Xianyou to Zhangzhou and rushed to the hospital to pick me up. I know that from the moment I received the phone call, every minute was so difficult for my father. Sorry, my daughter worried you!
Fortunately, I returned to China for a month and slowly recovered. I don't know how many people's hearts my father broke during that time!
The man who loves me the most in this world sometimes looks at his back and I feel inexplicably distressed.
I only wish my father good health and a safe life!
If there is an afterlife, I hope to be my parents and repay my father's kindness!
Dad, I love you.
My father is the past of my life.
Maybe my memory still exists, but I have become the past. The jasmine brought back from the street is quietly placed on my bedside table. I stared at it wait for a while, and my thoughts became very complicated and drifting. There are many things in the world that can be replaced, but life can't. There are still some memories of the past, even in the darkness of the stars and moons, it is inevitable that it is a bit sad. Many times, I just don't let the tears flow.
I live in empty nostalgia. I began to hang my white soul on an invisible tree. I made this choice in order to escape the secular attack. I want to turn off my cell phone, close the security door and live a quiet life. In the dead of night, I feel lonely, confused and confused. I'm a quiet person, so I'm always alone at home, very quiet. I like the peace in front of me, but this peace will soon be broken by the hawking in my yard. Just like the sunset in the river was broken by a stone.
I have thought about the feeling of this kind of life, but I have "fixed" my position in reality, and the order of life has not changed at all. When I stared at this bunch of jasmine flowers with a faint fragrance on the counter for a long time, I felt that the soul of the flowers attached to the molecules of the air and filled my heart. I began to understand that I have no reason to hurt my soul. I saw my father's smile and many things I should see, and I began to re-examine the value and courage of life.
I have been looking up at the sky all spring, looking at a white cloud or a blue sky in the distance. This kind of looking up has become my daily need, and everything is so peaceful and quiet. I like this kind of meditation in life. In this silence, I suddenly remembered something my father said to me, "People came into this world with a lot of debts." Thinking about my father's efforts to volatilize his industrious energy all his life, I realized what is hard work and what is best effort. When my father talks about debt, it is generally a person's social responsibility.
I love literature, but in my yearning for literature, I think my father is great. I need to read more books. But my family is really poor. Every time I ask my father for money, my eyes are full of tears. "Dad, I want to buy books." Father always smiles and says, "Let me sell you some food for money." Looking at my father and sick mother all the year round, tortured by embarrassment, guilt and depression, a hot liquid will come out. I know this hot thing is nothing but my tears.
I am a very stubborn person. I read and write. 1989 winter, finally one day, I suddenly broke into my house with a copy of Xi' an Workers' Literature and Art, pointed to a poem and said, "Dad, I published it." My father smiled at me and I smiled back at him. Looking at my father's smile, I always think of that long literary experience, and my father's figure will emerge in my mind. I know that my responsibility as a son and my father's happiness and happiness is that I have been going on, and that is my diligent pursuit of literature.
I crawled on the steps set up by books, and my father's smile has always been my spiritual watch. I've been making an evolution with words. I saw my father's smile. This is a pair of expectations, and it is very warm to think about it. I shed tears while recalling, and I filled my memory with tears. It was in the past of my life that one relative expressed his affection and warmth to another in a unique way.
My father is the past of my life, and so am I. The existence and significance of fatherly love has influenced me in a subtle way, making me learn to be grateful, take on life with gratitude and enjoy life. When I am exhausted and really want to sleep, I still have the last consciousness in my mind. I saw my father still smiling at me.