Tomb-Sweeping Day in memory of his father.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, because of the epidemic, can't go to his father's grave to worship. Post old articles in memory of distant fathers.

Miss my father

Goose goose

On February 9, 20 18, my father drove a crane west, at the age of 83. As a farmer, 83 years old is a long life. As his children, it is necessary to write down his life, because his father is a very ordinary farmer with a humble and low status. No one knows or understands him. If he doesn't leave a written record of his life, his father will really be a "fellow villager."

Tough times

My father, Zhang, was born in Zhang Cun, Binbei Town, Bincheng District, Binzhou City, Shandong Province, 1936, 10 (this is the date of birth on his ID card, actually it is the 14th of the twelfth lunar month, 1936. I don't know how to register the ID card when it is issued. The birth date of his parents' ID cards is wrong, even his mother's name is wrong.

1936 China is in a turbulent period, and the fate of people born in that era is doomed to be as difficult and tortuous as the historical process of the Chinese nation. At that time, he was born in Bohai County, Wuding Road, and later called Bin County. Dujiazhai (now the former residence of Du Shoutian), the seat of Binxian county government. Up to now, the old people in the village still call the intersection in the north of Dujiazhai "in front of the yamen". Dujiazhai is located in the center of Old Bincheng (formerly known as Phoenix). It is a magical place, first the county government, then the school, where my father, brother and I study. Phoenix is surrounded by city walls, with four tall and spacious doors. When I was in junior high school (198 1- 1984), there were many city walls. In my spare time, my classmates and I climbed up the southwest wall and looked at the homesickness in the distance-now the wall has become a homestead, which is no longer the weather of that year. My father recalled that on the eve of the Japanese surrender in 1945, my father saw the Japanese driving out of the city on the tall gatehouse. There were seven Japanese soldiers lying in the trunk, and they wandered around the city for a long time before entering the city. There were seven Japanese soldiers standing in the trunk. Father said it was staged for the people of China when the Japanese were defeated. On the surface, they are constantly replenishing the army, but in fact they are bluffing and scaring the people of China. What the Japanese didn't expect was that a 10-year-old boy was witnessing their final performance at the high gate of Phoenix. During the Huaihai Campaign, Nose Zhang Cun was one of the field hospitals behind Chen Yi's troops. My father mentioned the terrible situation of amputees in the hospital more than once, which made people worry.

Binxian was the earliest liberated area, and my father was lucky enough to go to school. But my family was poor, and my grandparents made a living by selling steamed bread. Grandpa often calls his father out of school, coaxes him to deliver goods, and relies on him to keep accounts. His father doesn't read well. Nevertheless, because of his clever mind, his father studied very well and was said to have been admitted to the school. But because of his bad temper, the teacher who hated him attended a book party and sent him home to farm. There is no doubt about the truth of this matter. My father told my mother, and so did my grandmother. If this is true, I estimate that my father should be admitted to the normal school, because many of my father's classmates are teachers, and my junior high school head teacher Zhao Zengyin is one of his classmates. 1950 When the Korean War broke out, my uncle (named Zhang Dianfang) and three young people from the same village joined the volunteers to resist US aggression and aid Korea and defend the country. My father is the only boy who stays at home. My father finished his school career, stayed at home dutifully, worked, developed production and supported the front line with the people of the whole country.

After the Korean War, my uncle returned to China, and three of the four young people in the same village came back, one of whom was Zhang Zhao? I stayed in a distant country forever. During the First Five-Year Plan 1957, the Northeast heavy industry base needed a lot of labor. My father and many villagers went to Hegang Coal Mine in Heilongjiang Province to participate in socialist construction. Because of his literacy, his father was appreciated by the leaders and became a culture teacher. Work 12 hours a day, give lectures on culture, safety and politics for 2 hours, follow mine leaders to check potential safety hazards, learn management, and eat meat loaf. At that time, there was a Japanese technician in the mine, who was in charge of machine management and maintenance. He could judge whether the machines in the mine were working normally by listening to the sound. The Japanese went to work with their father and taught him how to operate the machine. After work, they are protected by soldiers and cannot act alone. After Japan surrendered, the Japanese in China were as timid as a mouse, afraid to go out alone for fear of being killed by the Northeast people.

Father's work in the coal mine was successful, but unfortunately, because of hunger in his hometown, he was recalled by his grandparents with 12 gold medals. The coal mine leader wants his father to go back and send him money. Because of hunger, the travel expenses were changed into rations. My father's trip to the Northeast lasted only seven months, and these seven months became a topic that my family, especially my father, often talked about. My father's monthly salary is less than 30 yuan's, so I give it to my grandparents, 8 yuan, my uncle, my great-uncle 7 yuan, and my mother, 7 yuan. The remaining few dollars are for my own meals and cigarettes. When I was a child, I often complained that my father didn't stay in the northeast, otherwise our four brothers and sisters would speak standard Northeast Mandarin. Father told his mother that a female worker in the coal mine was very kind to him at that time, secretly brought him delicious food and found out his hidden smelly socks. Mom said, people are so kind to you, why don't you live with them? Father said that he has a family and a mouth, and he can't live without a conscience. After returning from the northeast, my father was firmly fixed on the land of his hometown, with the old and the young, and the family burden became heavier and heavier. He was tortured, hungry and almost starved to death. Thanks to the help of my grandparents, this family was able to save their lives. Father once told us the story of an uncle who blew flies. Three years of natural disasters, my uncle was sick and hungry, covered in yellow sores, lying on the ground dying, and the flies landed on his face and could not be driven away. He can only make a slight hiss from his mouth, which is a protest against flies.

In memory, eating was once the biggest problem for the whole family. The family is poor and there are many children. The hardest thing is to fill your stomach. The production team only has dozens of kilograms of rations every year, 365 days a year, and we are starving most of the time. Without money to buy high-priced grain, my father had to barter to make do with food and drink at home. Wheat is harvested for corn, and corn is harvested for sweet potatoes. We are eating corn and sweet potatoes that my father bought from the old mulberry tree (actually the mulberry garden villa), and we look a little yellow and thin. Because of malnutrition, all four brothers and sisters were thin, but fortunately they all saved their lives. My brother was born in 1959. My mother said that there were five or six children in the same age as my brother in the village, and only my brother and a girl in the west of the village survived. The girl's father is a worker (the girl's father went to Hegang Coal Mine in Heilongjiang with my father, and later the girl's father stayed as a regular worker), with a fixed salary every month. When my brother was 8 years old, he weighed only 27 kilograms. The reason why I remember it so clearly is because the production team was divided into melons. Our family of six got a big melon weighing 27 kilograms. When weighing, I made an appointment with my brother. People are as heavy as melons. On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, our family didn't eat moon cakes and melon buns, but my brother ate eight at a time. We didn't have toys and snacks in our childhood, but we occasionally got an apple. Our parents had to divide it into four parts, and the four brothers and sisters enjoyed the sweetness. Once my brother was not at home when I was sharing apples, and my mother left my brother's share in the cupboard. I couldn't help taking a big bite. My brother reported it when he found out at home, and no one admitted it. Finally, he asked his father to be a judge. Father said: Yes, tooth marks. I was too scared to speak.

In order to support the family, my father works in Xiaoqing River Shipping Team around 1970. Because he is good at abacus, he specializes in bookkeeping. The shipping team was busy with work and didn't go home for the New Year. When the Shen Yong Road in front of the village was built, my father specially measured the earthwork. He took a charcoal car across the Yellow River to transport stones to the construction site, which was very beautiful. After my father died, I asked my mother why he didn't stay as a worker because he did so well. Mom said that the gas was not good at that time. At that time, my father picked up a double-branch jujube seedling on the construction site and planted it in the yard. When I was a child, my brother and I used to shuttle between branches. Fifty years have passed, and the original sapling has become a stout old tree, with two trunks snuggling tightly together, giving countless sweet dates to the whole family every year. When winter went and spring came, the old jujube tree grew new green buds, graceful as a cover, but his father was gone.

Life is hard.

Wang Yan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said in his book Dark Clouds and Heavy Clouds in Nankezi Mountain: Hard work on earth is a problem concerning agriculture, countryside and farmers. As far as I can remember, as a farmer's father, his hardships are not limited to spring ploughing, Xia Yun and autumn harvest. He never stops all year round. Father is ingenious, and the car woven with orange stalks can roll at will; When the lanterns and candles tied in the New Year are lit, the words on them will turn and the villagers will come to watch and marvel. When the winter came, the earth was frozen, and my father began to think about making money by craft. At first, steamed buns were steamed. At that time, there were no machines. Dough is kneaded by hand, with little profit and little money. Later, I made cotton shoes for others (we call them "wearing boots"), which my father learned from one of his brothers. Every big episode, my father goes to the rural market to collect boots. Market participants give semi-finished cotton shoes (receiving soles and finishing uppers) to their fathers, and each pair of cotton shoes pays a manual fee of 70 to 80 cents. After dinner, I lit a kerosene lamp and my father began to wear boots. First, compare the ratio of upper to sole to determine whether it should be sewn in front or behind. By the way, comment on the needlework of the shopkeeper. Then pick up a set of needle awls, first prick the big eyes with the awl, and then sew a pair of needles through the big eyes with a thin needle with hemp thread. Cotton shoes are sewn with straight needles on the front and curved needles on the back. Cotton shoes are very thick and need a lot of strength to get into them. Father shook his head while singing Beijing opera, while flying a needle to walk the line. Sing to Jiang (Fang? ) "Heart to the sun", just pull up the needle. Mother can also fly needles, sew the upper with black cotton thread with a smile, and put the fine needles used by her father on the hemp thread for reuse. The lamp oil will burn out. In the dead of night, my mother rubs her numb legs and gets up to cook. All we can do is help to eat some snacks. My parents paid the tuition for my brother and me. When I was in high school, I lived on campus. Once I asked my classmates in the same village for five dollars, but my father actually brought me ten dollars. Ten dollars was earned by my parents who worked all night.

Winter has passed, and the business of cotton shoes is getting more and more depressed. Father began to work hard in the field of responsibility. Cotton is planted in spring, corn in summer and wheat in autumn. In the meantime, we need to water, fertilize, weed and apply pesticides ... Like people, the land in the village is graded according to size. For the sake of fairness, every household has second-and third-class land, so the land is particularly scattered and cannot be operated on a large scale. My father goes out early and comes back late. Today, he weeded in "32 mu", fertilized in "12 mu" tomorrow, and applied pesticides in "sugar bags" the day after tomorrow ("32 mu", 12 mu "and" sugar bags "were all named by villagers according to the size and shape of the land), and he was very busy. The household contract responsibility system has solved the problem of food and clothing for the whole family, but money is still tight. Father began to grow vegetables to meet his daily expenses. In the chilly spring, my father planted zucchini in "32 mu", covered it with plastic film, watered and fertilized it, and the seedlings grew up little by little, blossoming and bearing fruit. My father sells carts in the village, which costs a dime a catty. Most poor people in the village can't afford to eat green vegetables. Occasionally, he will meet a big client. A dollar's father can give people a lot of burden of zucchini. My father also planted chrysanthemums, leeks, cabbages and onions, all of which were worthless. And our family grows food, cabbage makes the whole family green, and onions make the whole family lose their appetite. Once, my father went to the county to sell vegetables, and a city man went to the food stall and asked, what fertilizer is on the table? Father answered fertilizer. City people turn around and leave. My dad didn't understand, so he went home and told me about it, saying that he was afraid of dirt and didn't dare to say it was dung. I said to my father: people in the city are particular about eating dishes with feces.

The most unforgettable thing is that my father planted eggplant on the bank of the river ditch. The river ditch is deep and the embankment is steep, so it is very laborious to carry water and water vegetables. The father led four children to erect a long pole on the river bank, then tied two long wooden sticks horizontally and vertically, and used the lever principle to draw water from the river ditch. Together with my father, we pumped the water out of the ditch and poured it on the roots of eggplant. That year, eggplant grew crazy. Mother puts a little oil in the cauldron every day and a few peppers to fry eggplant for us. That is the best eggplant I have ever eaten in my life.

Besides growing vegetables, my parents also raise pigs, cows, sheep, chickens and ducks. After school, we mow the grass and dig wild vegetables, hoping that chickens and ducks will lay more eggs and pigs and sheep will gain a few pounds of meat. Unfortunately, the scale is too small to make much money. There is a story about Lu Hua chicken. This chicken is bigger than my niece (who was born in 1982) and is one of the chickens raised at home. Other chickens died of illness or were sold and eaten. Only this Lu Hua chicken has outlived Nanshan. It is fat, comb-like, and almost refined. At home, jiaozi would sneak into the house, pick up a jiaozi from the curtain and run, never failing. In summer, my brother carried a bamboo pole to cover the cicada, and it followed happily. My brother ate one of them, and when he got home, the cicada was still squeaking inside. Whenever dad says he wants to eat, he will lay eggs the next day. This chicken lived in my house for more than ten years, and was later eaten by relatives. When my father died, my relatives didn't call, and I cried for Lu Hua chicken.

Father often tells stories about Jiang Taigong's misfortune. It is said that before Jiang Taigong came out of the mountain, it was expensive to sell pigs and sheep; Selling sheep, pigs are expensive; Pigs and sheep are sold together, and slaughter is forbidden! Jiang Taigong sighed, and just as an old woman flew by, a bubble of shit landed in the squire's mouth. We laughed and my father laughed with us. Young and ignorant, we simply can't see the bitterness in our father's smile.

Happy time

The times are developing and the treatment of farmers is getting better and better. Unfortunately, the elderly father gradually can't carry the hoe; The development of society makes father's craft useless. My father gave the land to my sister-in-law, and asked my mother to put away the last one he used to make cotton shoes for people, bought a shoe repair machine and began to repair shoes for people in the streets. Children get married and go home to feed back from time to time; My father was carefree. After mending his shoes, he played chess and cards and almost forgot to eat. Since 2009, the 74-year-old father has started to receive a monthly pension in 70 yuan, which adds up to *** 140 yuan. Later, it increased to 100 per month, and parents got 200 a month. Father is extremely content and often praises socialism; What my mother often says is: I have money! Old age is the happiest time for parents. Father can finally enjoy life leisurely, smoking and drinking, eating fish and meat, and enjoying himself. Dad goes out to repair shoes every day, and mom cooks at home until dad comes back. After returning home, my father gave the money he earned to his mother, drank first, then ate, and told her everything he saw outside. At the end of the month, my father got on the electric car and took my mother to the bank to receive their pension. Father counted the pension and gave it to his mother, who locked it in a box that he thought was strong. We tried to convince my father that it was safer and more interesting to put money in the bank, but my father stuck to his guns. He thinks my mother is safer than the bank.

The jujube trees in the yard are green and yellow, yellow and green, and only the old father and mother are left in the originally lively home. The neighbor sent two puppies without a mother, and their parents regarded them as treasures. Two dogs, one yellow and one white, one male and one female, were named Xiao Huang and Xiaobai by their fathers respectively. Xiao Huang and Xiaobai are a pair of pugs, small and handsome. Unfortunately, they were born in the countryside. Like the local dogs in the village, they never take a bath. They don't know what dog food is, eat poor food and grow wildly between heaven and earth. Coupled with a civet cat that was originally raised at home, the originally cold yard was lively again. Every time I go back to my parents' house, the two puppies show great enthusiasm. When Xiao Bai saw me, he jumped up and shook his tail desperately. When Xiao Huang sees me coming, he will bend down and wriggle like a coquetry, and his mouth will purr. I have never received such a warm welcome in my life. I am flattered.

Two puppies are growing up, the dog girl Xiaobai becomes quiet, and the dog boy Huang Yue becomes more and more lively, shiny and smooth, which is very popular with his father. Although Xiao Huang is very young, she still does housework. Wild cats are afraid to invade, and mice are far away. Later, Xiaobai became pregnant, her body became more and more clumsy, and her stomach almost fell to the ground. I went back to my mother's house, and it waddled behind my parents to meet me. I was moved to take out the ham sausage prepared for it. A few days later, my mother told me on the phone that Xiaobai gave birth to three puppies, which were so precious that she couldn't even bear to eat them. I am also immersed in the joy of Xiaobai becoming a mother. When I called again, my mother said that the puppy had disappeared and was eaten by the civet. I'm scared and heartbroken. Mom said that Xiaobai chased the civet cat like crazy, and the civet cat tried to escape, and finally jumped on the courtyard wall and ran away. Xiao Bai, after all, has no ability to go to the house and scream while scraping the wall. When I returned to my mother's house again, Xiao Huang and Xiaobai were already tied to a chain. Xiao Bai's stomach is shriveled and thin. When I came home, she still looked at me watery and shook her tail quickly. I touched its head, and it meekly closed its eyes, and tears were still there. I silently said to it: This is your life.

Later, because her mother was allergic to dog hair due to skin diseases, Xiao Huang Xiaobai gave it to a distant relative. Father is very sad, but I can only give up my love for my mother. Father has repeatedly said that he will go to see his little yellow and white, but it seems unreasonable to visit relatives just to see the dog. Sister-in-law comforted her father. Xiao Huang and Xiaobai ate and played well in other people's homes, and his father gradually put down the idea of visiting the puppy.

My father spent most of his life in poverty, ordinary, even mediocre, and his life was bleak. Four children are as ordinary as he is, and he has never been worried. But my father is content and grateful, and he is glad that he lives in a good society and has a large group of filial sons and daughters, so that he can live a life of eating fish and having a car (electric tricycle).

Children and friends

My father has a bad temper, full of emotions, scolds his wife for beating children, and has a high IQ and a very low EQ, which has offended many people. After entering old age, I still quarreled with others, so my aunt had to apologize at home with alcohol and tobacco. Sister-in-law is the great hero of our family, generous, kind, forbearing, atmospheric and full of wisdom. Thanks to my sister-in-law, our big family can live in harmony. What is delicious at ordinary times, my sister-in-law will send it to my parents first; My parents are ill and my sister-in-law is better off than my daughter. A few days before his death, my father was speechless. He grabbed his sister-in-law's hand with his movable left hand, but he could not speak. After my father left, my sister-in-law mentioned it, and my brother said, thank you.

Among the four children, the elder brother is the most gentle and listens to his father. My sister is afraid of her father; I saw my father show off in an ostentatious manner when he was happy, and ran away when his face was ugly. My brother lost his temper with him and stood up to him. My brother was naughty when he was a child and was beaten by his father. He turned his ass and looked just. His father couldn't fight anymore. He looked up and asked, Are you finished, Dad? Get your ass off me. Go away. Later, my brother learned to play chess with his father. Years later, father and son became brothers. Kill a few plates when you have time. Once they were killed, both of them got angry and knocked over the chessboard. Cars, horses, photographers and soldiers ran all over the floor like goddesses. Mother burst into tears with anger and threatened to burn the chess. We can't wait for mom's tears to dry up, and people can't wait for dad to have nothing to do before putting the chess pieces on it. My sister and I said behind my back that they were "identical".

Because of our parents' excellent genes, our four brothers and sisters have never worried about their studies. My brother got excellent grades, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time. After graduating from junior high school, he can only farm in the fields. Although my sister studied very well, she dropped out of school because of poverty. According to the evaluation of one of my brothers, she is "a middle school student who is blind". It is a lifelong regret for my brother and sister, and it is also a lifelong pain for my parents. Later, my brother and I were admitted to school and jumped out of the farm, which became the glory of our parents.

In fact, the greatest glory of parents should be their influence on their children. When I was a child, my father loved to tell us stories before going to bed, and from time to time he would test us with an arithmetic problem. My sister still remembers my father's "chicken and rabbit in the same cage": a cage of rabbits and a cage of chickens, a cage of two cages, counting 36 legs 100, and asking how many rabbits and chickens there are? When father had a little money, he bought a radio first. We listened to storytelling around the radio, including Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin by Yuan Kuocheng, Biography of Yue Fei by Liu Lanfang and Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties by Shan Tianfang. The stories of those heroes nourished our poor childhood. My father likes listening to Beijing Opera, Yue Opera, Huangmei Opera, Li Yuru, Wang, Xu Yulan ... The names of these great artists are all known from my father's mouth. He said that Yang Chunxia was the clearest singer and Li Yuru's matchmaker was the liveliest. One year, the New Year pictures in the album suddenly enriched. My dad didn't buy a door god or a kitchen god. He bought movie stills of Yue Opera "Dream of Red Mansions", "Water Margin" and "Zhu Yingtai" and posted them neatly on the wall. I stood barefoot on the kang, watching one by one. I even guessed the words below the stills. Jia Baoyu's "black sheep" puzzled me for a long time, and Liang Shanbo's desperate eyes in the "Loudai Club" made me very lost. There are also Mulan's military uniform, Feng Guanxia's Meng Lijun, and Chang 'e with long sleeves. There is a line below Chang 'e: Wan Li dances for the faithful soul. Advocating knowledge and paying attention to spiritual enjoyment; Not content with the status quo, work hard; Always be curious about the world. This is the most precious wealth left by our father. Now, my eldest nephew graduated from graduate school and became an excellent doctor, and my little niece was admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences to study for a doctorate, all because she inherited her father's legacy.

Because he knows a few words, his father thinks highly of himself and disdains to associate with others; Sometimes he is willful, always arguing with others, and even more unpopular. Everyone saw that his father was as ragged as they were, but he preferred to chew over words and even disdained to communicate with him. My dad has a chess friend with a pockmarked face. We call him uncle pockmarked. He used to play chess with his father. Although his father has a bad temper, he is patient in playing chess. Uncle Pockmarked was even more calm, saying "General" in his mouth, and two pieces of it knocked on each other, making a "snapping" sound. They often play chess late into the night and light a kerosene lamp all night. Despite financial difficulties, my father never stints on this Yi Deng kerosene. We only suffered from our mother, so we are embarrassed to yawn. We stayed up at night. We are unfair to our mother, but we dare not protest to our father. We secretly made up a song: pockmarked hemp, climb a tree, fall down and show your teeth. It's sympathy for my mother. Uncle Asako is also a stranger. He is naturally sensitive to machines. There is something wrong with the pump in the production team. Uncle Asako doesn't have to look closely to know which screwdriver is loose. Uncle Asako has a daughter who is interested in my brother. Uncle Asako also plans to visit relatives, but his father doesn't agree, because he has a bad temper. Later, Uncle Asako's daughter eloped with others, and Uncle Asako left our village with shame and anger. A few years later, my father occasionally heard from my uncle Asako and chatted with me. I said, take chess, let's go find Uncle Asako and kill him. Unfortunately, dad's phone number is wrong and he can't come. Now my father has returned to the pure land, Uncle Asako in a corner of Binzhou. Are you all right?

Father and mother

When my father graduated from primary school, he was already literate. When I was young, I was well informed. My mother can't read, and she respects people who can read and break words. She called her father a "college student". My mother was born in 1939. She was discriminated against by a patriarchal family from an early age. She never ate at the dinner table when she was a child. After liberation, the government started "literacy classes". In the "literacy class", my mother said that she could read the fastest. Unfortunately, she was sent home after only a few days of school, and all the words she knew were returned to the teacher. My mother is as ingenious as my father, and her needlework is second to none in the village. She can embroider. Before embroidery, she drew a pattern on the vamp or insole with a few strokes of a ballpoint pen, and then embroidered it with various silk threads, which was vivid and lifelike. The clothes and shoes worn by our four brothers and sisters as children, including those worn by her grandson and nephew, were sewn by her mother. Now I'm over 50 years old, and I'm still wearing cotton trousers made by my mother.

"On Sang Ma with a Cup" is the taste of a scholar. My father, who has been planting land all his life, doesn't want to tell people that his parents are short, so there are few intimate friends in the village. Many times his mother is his only audience. Father usually doesn't talk much, but drinking wine is different. It's really like a raging river. Father's exaggeration, coupled with Lenovo's imagination, is simply Guan Yunchang. How did he gain a leading position in Hegang Coal Mine, how did he build a dampproof dike in Laizhou Bay, how did his anesthetic fail during appendicitis surgery, and how did he bite the bullet and be as brave and strong as Guan Gong? These are the stories we heard after he was drunk. I have no patience to hear from beginning to end. Anyway, I left it behind this time. I'll make it up next time. Maybe there's a newer bridge. But the mother has to listen from beginning to end, and is not allowed to leave during this period, and has been listening. Sometimes my father is unhappy. I have to drink three cups a day, and my mother has to listen to three lectures, which makes my mother very hard.

Father doesn't want to be controlled by others, but he makes many rules for others, especially his mother. Don't visit anyone's home or talk to anyone. There are clear instructions. Mother suffered a lot. My father has a bad temper, can't say good things, and likes to find fault with others, especially my mother. Mother cooked poached eggs, but he insisted on eating boiled eggs. Mother hurriedly boiled eggs, but he wanted to eat poached eggs. My mother's needlework is exquisite, but my father can always find flaws in subtleties. What stitches are too big, what stitches are not flat enough, and so on. Mother was so angry that she almost went on strike. But my mother can't go on strike. Thanks to the careful care of my mother, our brothers and sisters were able to work with peace of mind during the four years when my father was ill. In spite of his illness, my father still practices his paternalism. During my father's first hospitalization, at the entrance of the color ultrasound room, he called his mother and said, watch the door and wait for me to deal with any problems! My brother and I are laughing internally. In his last days, we hired a nurse for him. The nurse is rough and powerful, and her father Hu Wei, who doesn't want to be controlled by others, is still there. He bit his finger while the nurse was digging sputum for him and scratched the back of his hand with his movable left hand.

In fact, my father loves my mother dearly. I remember when I was a child, there was a guest at home. My mother entertained guests with the only white pancake in the house, but she still picked up coarse sorghum noodles to eat. Father grabbed the steamed corn bread from his mother and stuffed the white flour cake into her hand. Since 197 1, the state has implemented family planning, requiring all women of childbearing age to undergo sterilization. My mother was in poor health, so my father resolutely went to the hospital for male ligation. The film Shaolin Temple was popular all over the country in the1980s. Father quietly took his mother to the county cinema by bike. If you don't go to work at ordinary times, it's always dad who cooks for mom. In his later years, his father became more attached to his mother. My legs and feet are inconvenient after illness, and I wish my mother would always be around. When his mother leaves for a short time, he will keep looking. Once my mother was dragged home by an old friend to talk, and my father was so anxious that my sister-in-law found half the village. A few days before his father left, he grabbed his mother's hand and burst into tears. Although I can't speak, my mother understands that there are gratitude and disappointment in those tears.

destiny

My father believes in fate. In his later years, he often read chess and the Book of Changes. He once said that he and his mother were unlucky and poor all their lives. After my younger brother was admitted to a technical secondary school and jumped out of the agricultural gate, he said happily: At the beginning, it was for my younger brother "not at home". When the family is poor, does the younger son want to be a door-to-door son-in-law? I can go to school! I think my father's calculation is both accurate and inaccurate. My father once said that I am the luckiest and can live to be over 80 years old. When I suffered the hardships of life again and again and asked my father where my "blessing" was, my father was speechless. My mother told me that for a long time, my father cried after drinking and worried about his little daughter. I really want to know when my luck will change when I am "blessed", and I really want my father to calculate it for me again. However, my father has gone and the Book of Changes has disappeared.

Father often says that he is a frog in the well. When he was young, he wandered around and saw a little of the world, but unfortunately he fell back to the bottom of the well. He doesn't want to, but he is powerless to change. Many times, he is very wronged and tangled. Zhuangzi says: A clever woman can't cook without rice. Having a full stomach and not asking for anything is like a ship that is not tied properly. Father's grumpiness, irritability and impulsiveness are often the pain of his incompetence. He has hurt others, and the most serious injury is himself. In his later years, his father lived a very relaxed life, drinking and eating meat, and doing whatever he wanted, which truly achieved what Zhuangzi said: "If you are full, you don't ask for a solution, just like a boat that is not tied." . Free and chic, envied by the villagers.

If my father couldn't read a word and hung around with people around him, maybe he wouldn't have so much trouble. Sunbathing under the north wall in winter, enjoying the cool in the shade with a cattail leaf fan in summer, and chatting with everyone. Will it be happier and more peaceful? However, there are no assumptions in life. In that case, there may be our shadow in the sunshine team. My father doesn't want to, and neither do we. Now my brother and sister are still working hard, and so are my brother and I. This is life.

My father has been strong all his life, never giving in to softness, and always disagrees with others. In his last days, he was extremely docile and obedient The younger brother bathed him, and he obediently cooperated; My brother cut his hair and shaved him, but he didn't move. A clever father must know that he is dying, and he wants to leave clean. On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month of Ding You's year, accompanied by his children and grandchildren, his father left with a smile. At that moment, I seemed to understand what "the perfection of life" is.

Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by. Times, family, wealth, knowledge, personality ... all kinds of coincidences have formed a unique life phenomenon, which is fate. People can't be divorced from the tide of the times, nor can they choose their family background. Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal state of life. When people come into the world, they should work hard, compromise and live in peace with life. The body is on earth, but the soul always looks up to the heights. Look up at the moon when there are sixpence everywhere. Father, you are our moon, you are the light of our life!