I sat in the shadow behind the sun, silent. After all, I can't believe that the man who accompanied me through the spring and summer of 16, gave me endless light and heat, and now he has made me suffer endless pain with a faint warm smile. He really left me and left me alone to experience the injury and pain caused by the unfilled vacancy in my heart. ...
I often think that he thought of God, so he indulged in memories and refused to extricate himself, as if what he saw in front of him was illusory, but what he thought in his heart became a reality. All kinds of memories come to mind, and I seem to vaguely hear him teach me to read Gulangyue word by word: I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it the white jade plate ... My voice still seems to ring in my ears. I seem to vaguely see that he held my soft hand with his powerful big hand and taught me to write Qu Yuan's Xiu Yuan Road is a long way, and I will search up and down with a brush. The light in the evening passes through us, showing a faint yellow color. I even remember that he caught a little crow for me, hoping to make me happy ... I desperately thought about it, hoping to see them again, and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. Therefore, I often feel disappointed, only to find myself in tears ... He left such a deep mark on my life that they will live in my memory forever, and I think I will never forget it.
I practiced calligraphy for six or seven years because of him. He has been practicing calligraphy for many years, and he writes well. So when he found me scribbling on paper with a pen in my little hand, he was happy and said with a smile, "If you are interested, practice hard." So I became attached to calligraphy. When I was a child, the word I practiced the most was "beg". I didn't understand its meaning when I was a child. All I know is that he made me practice for a reason. Not long ago, I had something to look up, but I found two lines of fine print written by him in the book, which still said, "The road is long, Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I will search up and down." But at that moment, I suddenly understood his intention: the word "beg" contains exactly what he wants me to pursue and explore on the road of life! At that moment, I couldn't help crying again ...
In fact, he is not tall or even thin, but in my childhood eyes, he is like a tall tree, taking pains to shelter me from the wind and rain.
When I was a child, I went to elementary school nearby. It is not far away. I walked alone for more than ten minutes, but he insisted on picking me up, once for more than five years. When he picked me up, the main station was in the most eye-catching place. Even in the hot summer, he only wears a straw hat and stands near the school gate, so I can see him as soon as I leave the school gate and "fly" to him happily ... I naturally didn't know that his skin was so fragile. Standing in the hot sun for a while, his skin was swollen and itchy, and nothing could be cured. It just lasted for a few days. I never care or care, and he never mentions or complains. This tacit understanding kept him awake at night, but I was in the dark ... I began to hate "learning to know". If I didn't know, I wouldn't regret and hate myself as I do now-my standing tree will get hurt, get old and even leave me, but why don't I know?
A few months after his illness, he came to my school accompanied by his grandmother. He won't worry about me, I know. It seemed to be a high temperature of 37℃ that day. Why didn't the octogenarian who was seriously ill wait for the bus on the platform to shelter his little granddaughter from the wind and rain, just ... He said that he didn't have to worry about me, and he also said that he only hoped to see me admitted to the university in his lifetime, so that he could go safely ... But he failed after all ... I cried again. ...
Did he really leave me? I don't know, it seems that I can still see his shadow everywhere in my life. My heart is full of his dribs and drabs. I never believed in heaven, but now I hope it really exists, so that I can look up at the sky, wipe away my tears and smile sweetly for him. ...
(2) The person I miss most-my impression of my father.
I don't know why, the nearer the end of the year, the more I think of my father. What my father said to me before he died, as well as his increasingly vacant eyes and disappearing breath, will come alive in front of me bit by bit.
Maybe my father influenced me too much.
My father is an out-and-out farmer and an out-and-out nobody. There is neither a prominent position nor a rich family property. Born at the end of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, when the war of liberation started again, his family was extremely poor. At the age of ten, grandpa died, grandma remarried, and father, brother and sister became orphans. I don't have my own house, but I have been renting it in someone else's spare room, and I have been moved and discriminated against. Later, they built adobe houses and brick houses by their own efforts. In order to make a living, my father worked in a cloth factory for more than ten years. Later, he did some work, such as dyeing cloth corners, sticking the ceiling, weaving woven bags, rolling cloth, fading cloth corners, spinning and so on. Every kind of work is manual labor, some of which are heavy manual labor. His father's predecessors left him nothing. He only changed his life by his own hands and efforts, and what supported him was the belief that the people at the bottom of society exchanged sweat for life.
Father is a very kind person. In my impression, he is a good-natured person who speaks softly. It's not the kind of eloquence and hype, nor is it that you owe more and less all day. At first glance, he is a very real person. Father never seems angry. I often hear my mother nagging about trivial things in life, and sometimes even complaining, while my father never does. This is especially true when getting along with neighbors. I laugh first and then talk, and then almost every sentence begins with haha. I have never quarreled with my neighbors about anything, so my father has a good reputation in the nearby village. When people mention their father, they will say, "Oh, him! What a nice person! "
Father is a very diligent person. Because there is no fixed job and no ability to make big money in business, my father can only make up for it by working hard. He always pays in silence and shoulders the burden of family life with his weak shoulders. I remember when I was a child, I often got up to go to the toilet at night, the light downstairs was still on, and my father was still working. According to my mother, when the corner of the house is faded, it often lasts until two or three in the morning at night. Sometimes really tired, just lie on the ground for a while, close your eyes for a while, and continue to work. So my father worked tirelessly until the end of his life.
Father likes our children very much. When I was young, my father often told us stories after work. Especially in summer nights, we children often gather on the concrete floor in front of the door after dinner, chatting and playing games together. At this time, my father will tell us many stories, some of which are funny and some are thought-provoking. I will also tell some interesting stories about life in previous years, such as the war and the Cultural Revolution. I still remember many stories clearly. When he is free, he will make us some toys, because in the past, children in rural areas had few toys and had to make them themselves if they wanted to play. I remember once, in order to make a toy gun, I sawed a piece of wood and it took a long time to finish. With this wooden gun, we two brothers enjoyed ourselves for a long time in front of our partners. As long as he can do the work himself, he will not ask us for help. He only asked us to cherish the opportunity of learning, study hard and live better in the future.
Of course, my father doesn't spoil us, but he is very strict in his study and life. He often cares about our studies, such as homework, academic performance, performance in school and so on. Because the school is close to home, he can learn all this quickly. He will never relax the management of our living habits. He often tells us not to spend money indiscriminately, to be honest, to pay attention to safety and so on. I think it may be summer vacation. I felt very hot, so I ran to the river several times that day and put my head in the river to wet my hair to cool down. Dad wasn't at home that day, and mom didn't know. Later, my neighbor told my mother that my father called me to him seriously when he came back at night. That time, although he just hit me a few times, I will never forget it.
My father is also a devout Christian. For decades, as long as his body allows, he can stick to the life of praying, reading classics and gathering. I have witnessed the preciousness of this belief with transcendental life and lofty humanity. He not only believes in and loves the Lord himself, but also brings us all to this belief, which is really hard to come by.
Thank life, I have such a good father; Thank my father for giving me such a good life.