"1984, there was no harvest. My daughter is lying in my arms, sleeping so soundly. There is no time to see an open-air movie tonight. My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine. "
"I'm going to borrow some money from my neighbor's house tomorrow. The child cried all day, clamoring for biscuits. The blue polyester shirt broke my heart and squatted on the edge of the pond and gave myself two punches. "
The first time I heard this "prose poem written by my father" was in the variety show "The King of Poetry", and then I heard it from my favorite music poet Li Jian. Whether it is Xu Fei or Li Jian, after a song, I was moved beyond words.
Perhaps it is because plain words describe the most real life. Perhaps it is precisely because of the "sensing" style and their warm voice that the helplessness of my father after he was old was fully interpreted.
More because my father often talks to me about his childhood, that is, the era of material shortage in the song. His unconscious feelings about the ups and downs of life have always existed in my heart. This song reminds me of my father.
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My father was born in 72, and the character in the song is obviously a child. However, the role of "father" itself is related. Times are changing, and the helplessness of "father" is eternal. Either his father is good to him or he is good to us.
Father said that grandpa would definitely pick up the rice that fell to the ground and eat it. Father said that every time Grandpa bought candy and went home, the children from relatives next door would line up with him. Father said that only later did he really understand that being a "father" was powerless.
Under the stick, I don't love it, but I am angry with it and hate it. Only when the father really understands this sentence and has the ability to repay it is the blank loess to comfort each other. And the "expensive" leather coat he bought for his father in the city.
I always thought my father was a Transformers, indestructible and would not cry. That time, it was the first and only time I saw my father cry. The cycle of life and death is a natural law and cannot be violated. It's just that life is impermanent, and we can never predict when it will be lost.
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/kloc-when he was 0/6 years old, his father went to Shenzhen, a big city that was considered to have the most "future" at that time and could change poverty most. And this is nearly 30 years. The only episode was the year my mother gave birth to me, and my father went back to his hometown to participate in my one-year growth. Then, all the ducks raised by his father died of illness, and his plan to make money to survive was dashed. So he left again.
"Sister (as my hometown used to call my daughter), write an essay about the people at the bottom of our society when she is free." My father told me that when he moved to ice and frozen vegetables. I watched my father sweat profusely and faltered, "Well, I'll talk about it when I'm free." In fact, I don't understand the definition of the people at the bottom of society at all.
For 20 years, my father's alarm clock rang at exactly 2: 30 midnight. Whenever my brother and I do something that frightens my dad, he always scolds us, saying that he gets up in the middle of the night like a thief. I have always understood that in order to improve the material life of a family, what I long for is that children obey and live up to expectations.
Input, select, load, weigh, set, sell, deliver, collect and fetch menus. Father's life is destined to be associated with "food". I've been growing, and so has my father.
Tall buildings have been built in my hometown. My grandmother, I lived with my brother for a long time. Gai Lou's money is earned by his parents. And they can only put a bed, a TV and several foam boxes with clothes in their outside residence.
Later, market personnel demanded that residential areas and commercial areas be separated. Because I am used to living, I can save a sum of rent, and my parents don't want to leave. In order to cope with the inspection, they always steal to cook and sleep. Without a mattress, put some paper on it and they can sleep soundly.
Growing up, I never called my father in the afternoon, no matter how important it was. I can't bear to disturb him because he looks so tired.
My father knows the ups and downs of working hard without culture, so he always tells my brother and I to study hard. I used to think that reading can really change my destiny, but now I think this statement is too exaggerated, and it only changes my lifestyle.
Ruthless time, the old man is like a cold wind, blowing away the new breath of everything, but as long as you travel with it, there is nothing to regret when you are old.
In this way, my father has been "on the road", constantly insisting and constantly struggling. The graying of sideburns is a huge mark left by time, and a bent waist always has a straight back.
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As a student who has never left the "ivory tower", I have never experienced vicissitudes, nor have I experienced vicissitudes. The struggle at the bottom is not something I can write thoroughly. Besides, there is no such thing as empathy in this world.
I just sigh, if there is no bottom layer, if there is no "going north", how good it would be! But it can only be "if". At that time, everyone will not be too busy, and dad can grow up with me.
Time flies, time flies, I am one twentieth. I hope that one day, I can let the "tough guy" in my heart get rid of the hurried life of "grabbing time". May I always be there for my father when he is old.
When I think about the future, I will always be a pile of old newspapers. At that time, my daughter will be very beautiful. There is a man who loves him and wants to marry her home. But I can't bear to look at her when I think about it.
Dad, on my wedding day, I will still be your constant pride!