On a moonlit night, I sat quietly in the duty room, looking at the twinkling stars over the western hills, and my heart was depressed again.
I work far away from home, and now I think of my father, who should be dragging his tired body on his way home. For this family, my father worked tirelessly day and night. When farming is busy, you are a field expert, covered in dust and a broken car, always accompanying your thin figure to shuttle through wheat fields and rice fields; Staring at the gratifying growth of crops in the field, you forget the tiredness and hard work, plough, fertilize, sow, weed and irrigate day and night, hoping to get a bumper harvest from the corner of the soil, and the family will no longer worry about not filling their stomachs. During the slack season, you are the technical backbone on the construction site. In the early 1980s, you passed the formal training examination and obtained a first-class builder, a suit of work clothes and a grey knife. You are like a general, who can guide half the country. Looking up at the buildings that have sprung up, you will always be filled with a happy smile. It's time to get paid. The "black-hearted" foreman always deducts a little from the workers, but what he gets is insignificant change. For the sake of this family, you endure and strive to form an engineering team of your own one day. Honest dad, uneducated, failed in every attempt. In his mind, he realized the importance of knowledge. My father wants his children to succeed, and so does his daughter. I hope we can all get ahead in the future. Unexpectedly, we miss several of us, but none of our brothers and sisters can finish junior high school and return to their hometown. This made all my father's wishes come to nothing. Therefore, the burden of my father has never been removed from my shoulder. For many years, I still lived a life of sunrise and sunset.
Dad is a man with a story all his life. For this family, he worked day and night and went through a lot of hardships. Once, on the way home from work, when going downhill about 100 meters away from the Yellow River Bridge, due to fatigue, the brakes of the walking tractor suddenly failed and almost fell into the Yellow River. At this critical moment, my father used his quick wits to hold the direction handle tightly and walked to the sand on the roadside. Thanks to that pile of sand and stones, dad was thrown ten meters away, tripped over his thigh and pulled a muscle. Fortunately, later the workers came to take him home, and he escaped. In the summer of 20 10, my father contracted a small building in his hometown to build a new countryside. He can not go to the first-line construction, but only command in the second line. But his strong personality cannot stop him. When reinforcing the steel bars on the second floor, he forgot the high-voltage red line passing overhead, and a powerful current passed through him. He rolled down from the sky, his right hip and right foot were punctured, leaving two black holes on his body. Fortunately, today's medical conditions are good, and finally I saved my life, but I lost three toes forever. People often say, "If you survive a disaster, there will be a blessing." But, dad! Where is your blessing? Last year, he came back from other places by riding an electric motorcycle. On the way, he was hit by a car, broke three ribs and was admitted to the hospital.
Dad's half life is really full of troubles. Now he is almost sixty years old, but he is still limping. How can this be reassuring?
The cold wind blowing in from the door at midnight in early spring makes people feel cold and have to add a cotton vest. My mother made it for me herself. She sewed the warmth of home into a needle and thread for fear that her son who was away from home would freeze. My mother was very competitive when she was young. In order to earn more work points in the production team, she came and went in the wind and rain, tired and ill. Now when it rains, the joint pain all over her body is more serious, which makes her grin, but under the gaze of our children, she never groans. She caught a cold and had a headache. When the pain was severe, the sweat on her face kept rolling down, and the wrinkles carved by years became crystal clear. We see it in our eyes and feel the pain in our hearts, so we seek medical advice everywhere, to no avail. But in my mother's mind, her illness is an old problem. Just take a few pills, we don't have to worry about it, just work outside with peace of mind.
Yesterday, my little sister called and said that my mother was ill again and was admitted to the First People's Hospital of the city. At that time, I felt like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and I felt terrible, so I called home. My wife told me, "My mother had a terrible headache last night and was sent to the hospital by my sister and brother-in-law." So I called my father's cell phone. Dad said on the other end of the phone, "Your mother and I are fine, watching TV at home. You should go to work well at work! " "Mother also chimed in," well, is it cold in your place now? If the weather is cold, put on more clothes. Don't freeze. "My parents' white lies broke my heart, and my heart was already very painful, but the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them.
Parents' hearts are in their children, but where is my heart? Now he is the father of two children, working outside, and taking care of things at home. How can I live up to my elderly parents? How can I be worthy of a wife who brings up the big children for me?
Since 20 13 got married, she has been working in Yulin Natural Gas Station, Shaanxi Province, and everything at home is taken care of by two old people. Go home once a year or so and run around with relatives and friends. The limited holiday is coming, so there is no time to do some housework! After three years of marriage, my wife gave birth to a man and a woman for our Lao Han family. Because the children are small, the wife can't farm in the fields, and she depends on her parents to maintain it. I ask myself, I feel guilty!
Thought of here, my blood is boiling, tears have already welled up in my heart. The street lamp outside the duty room is no longer on, leaving only a hazy halo around my eyes, and I was silent in the darkness. Deep in my heart, I clearly realize-what is home? Home is a fire, which gives you unspeakable warmth; Home is the reminder of your mother and the instruction of your father; Home is a place of rest assured, and home is a place of love. Homesickness is the bond of roots and the call of love. Being busy is never an excuse. Where parents are, where is home, where is warmth; How deep the homesickness is, how deep the emotional concern is, and how deep the taste of home is.
Wandering people, you are a boat drifting with the tide, and home is your warm other shore. Please remember: happiness can only be multiplied if the heart is there, love is there and care is there.