My father is a standard farmer. He gets up early every day and works hard in the dark. In China, he has a tradition of "teaching children under his knees and protecting his grandchildren under his knees". As long as I can remember, my father didn't show much love for me, and he never coaxed me or teased me. On the contrary, whenever I make a mistake, I get a few traditional scolds and even a few kicks. The most painful beating was that I didn't want to go to primary school after just a few days. No matter who coaxes me, I won't listen. My father took me to the yard and gave me a good beating with a broom, but I didn't give in and stayed at home silently. Later, I heard my father's sigh and saw his eyes flash at me, so I turned around and went to work. Until now, I still clearly remember my father's eyes, but until now, I have not forgotten my father's eyes at that time. That afternoon, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. 13 years old, came to the county seat to attend junior high school alone, more than forty miles away from home. At that time, there was no bus. I rode my bike to and from the county seat. My father picks me up from school every Saturday and sends me back on Sunday. Later, I said, dad, don't always pick me up. Only forty miles. I can do it myself. Father just smiled and said, it doesn't matter. Seeing you enter school, my heart is at ease, and peace is a blessing! So every Saturday and Sunday, no matter whether it is windy, rainy or snowy, I can always see my father's thin figure riding a bicycle on the bumpy road leading to the county seat. Later, I went to school in other places. I am seventeen or eighteen years old and have gone home. My father still sent me to the station 20 miles away. Every time, I am always advised that "peace is a blessing" is always on my lips. Once, I went home on Saturday. Because I didn't tell my family in advance, I borrowed a bike from my working sister after I got off the bus and didn't go home until midnight. My father scolded me severely. It suddenly snowed heavily on Sunday, and my father and I were angry because I really didn't want him to see me off in the snow. My father didn't give in until I cried. I trudged in the snow for two hours that day. When I was waiting for the bus while eating hot baked sweet potatoes at my sister's residence, my father's thin figure appeared in front of me again. He was covered in snow, his hair and beard were frozen, and his black and red face was blue with cold. Until now, I still can't forget my father's appearance that day and his long-repeated sentence: "I didn't feel at ease until I saw you get on the bus." I'll write to you when I want to go to school. Your mother and I are not at ease. Remember that peace is a blessing! " On that day, a man of 18 years old cried on the train for two hours.
Later, I went to work, got married and lived a happy life with my wife and daughter. Inadvertently, my mother's hair has turned gray, my father's thin body has become rickety, and he has become talkative and simple. Call dad, dad always asks adults to ask children about their work and life, telling us to be practical, honest, hardworking and careful when going out. Finally, he added: Peace is a blessing! Sometimes I will discuss with them and bring them to live together. My father always said: as long as we can move, we won't give you any trouble! As long as you are safe outside, it is our blessing!
Every time I hear the song "Go home and see often", I always cry. Old people want their children to be safe, and children want their parents to be safe. In fact, as long as parents are safe, that is the greatest blessing for children!