Father's Eyes Essay

The comrades-in-arms gathering a few days ago kicked off with the music of "Love of the Republic of China". This was also a long-awaited reunion for many old comrades-in-arms. The days we spent together were filled with joy, touching moments, and the deep nostalgia of being together day and night and loving each other as brothers. The passage of time has brought our youth of yesterday into the age of knowing our fate, and we sighed as we looked at each other and embraced each other. Everyone has only one youth. We have dedicated our most precious youth to our lovely motherland. The time memories flowing in our hearts affect us to enter the depths of our memories again. It is the memory of youth without regrets. Surrounded by the applause of his comrades, a comrade he had not seen for more than 30 years passionately recited a prose poem "The Road to the Military Camp" with music for his comrades. The poem is slowly presented in front of the eyes in the beautiful, soothing, ups and downs, and beautiful music. It is so emotional. That poem was an expression of true feelings accumulated in my heart. It was the most beautiful poem I have ever heard. In an instant, I truly felt that feeling in my heart. It touched the hearts of everyone present, our eyes became a little moist, and we once again found the passionate youthful era. I read quietly and quietly along with the music: I remember my youth on the road to the military camp. Even after many years, I still clearly remember that road. That road is inlaid with the years of our youth and the pursuit of dreams. The footsteps...the feeling of empathy and the extension of my gaze reminded me of my father's gaze when he joined the army.

November 27, 1980, was the day I was drafted into the army. After early registration, physical examination, political review, and home visits, I was approved to enlist in the army as I wished. Being in the army has been a dream that I have dreamed of for as long as I can remember. I remember that day I was so happy that I ran all the way home and showed the enlistment notice to my father. My father, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at the enlistment notice and couldn't close his eyes with joy. Mouth, he kept saying: "It is good to be a soldier, it is honorable to be a soldier, and a good man must serve the country!" The younger brothers and sisters also gathered around their father, vying to see the big red seal on it. I glanced at my father intently, and there were clearly tears in his eyes. I got up very early on the morning before leaving and didn't get much sleep all night. As soon as it dawned, I got up from the earthen bed. Under my father's concerned gaze, I put on my brand-new military uniform and boarded the military headquarters. Shoes, I walked to the table and picked up the small mirror the size of a bowl at home. I looked at myself refreshed and dressed in military uniform. Under my father’s kind eyes, I silently ate the dumplings filled with pickled cabbage that my parents had made overnight. Dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut during the 19th century are hard to eat at ordinary times, and can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year. Now every time I think of those dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage, the faint lingering fragrance seems to linger in my mouth. After eating the sauerkraut stuffed dumplings, I heard someone calling in front of the yard that the car was coming. Hurry up and get in the car. I quickly packed up my luggage, shouldered my backpack, put on my wool cotton army cap, and glanced around the dim and low three-room brick building. At this time, I realized that my mother was not in the house. My sister told me: "My mother is boiling eggs for my brother in the kitchen outside the house!" I walked straight into the steamy kitchen and looked at the steaming heat. , the mother kept fishing the eggs from the pot and putting them into the canvas bag. Alas, the mother is really worried when her son travels thousands of miles! At this time, in my hurry, I couldn't think of much, so I raised my hand to say goodbye to my father, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, and to my mother, who was standing in the kitchen. At this time, I saw the reluctance in my father's eyes as he hurriedly got off the kang and walked. I staggered out the door to see me off. My mother was not as strong as my father and she didn't walk out the door. My mother's cry came to my ears.

Walking out of the gate, my comrades from my hometown and I who joined the army at the same time, with big red flowers on our chests and glowing faces, boarded the Liberation Vehicle with great joy and went to the communes dozens of kilometers away to arm the army. Department assembles. I remember that the winter of that year was extremely cold. Surrounded by the neighbors, the car that was still on started slowly starting. At this time, I saw my father standing in the crowd. There was a trace of relief in his eyes. Amid the crowds and laughter, my father gestured with his hand to me to write letters home frequently after I joined the army. I nodded frequently in understanding. The car was accelerating a little bit, and I didn't have time to think too much. I stood in the swaying convertible and raised my hands to say goodbye to those simple and kind-hearted folks.

Looking at the scenery of my hometown flashing behind me, the thoughts of nostalgia for my relatives and homeland continue to rise in the fast-moving car, and the thousands of thoughts of farewell drive away the winter chill. , looking back affectionately at the distant hometown. After more than half an hour's journey, the car arrived at the commune, which was gradually becoming clearer. In the distance, the encouraging songs "I Stand Guard for the Great Motherland" and "Letters from afar are coming on the wind" were heard on the commune's radio. Listening to the passionate songs, our blood boiled, and we were even more passionate about our ideal of military camp. After the car stopped, we jumped out of the car one by one with our luggage on our backs and lined up into the commune auditorium. The receiving commander counted the number of people and distributed food. During the break in the auditorium, the commune played the wide-screen movie "Dado River" for all our comrades who had enlisted. ”, “Southern Conquest and Northern War”, we appreciate every storyline while watching quietly.

A whistle blew, and I finally waited for the moment to set off. I looked up at my watch. The time was 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. When I had just boarded the bus to pick up the troops, I was on the frost-covered bus. In front of the window, I vaguely saw a crowd of people seeing off people under the car. I blew the frost on the car window with my breath, and looked out through the window. I saw among the people seeing off people, I didn’t know when and where. My father, who came from ten miles away, searched for me with eager eyes in front of and behind the car. When he saw me, my father's eyes lit up and he immediately showed a hint of surprise. In an instant, a stream of tears ran down his frozen face. With a string of crystal tears, he looked at me intently, as if he still had something to say to me. Facing my father, who was standing in the cold wind and stamping his feet, my heart felt sour, my eyes felt hot, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

In mid-October, as soon as the military conscription began, banners and slogans were hung in the streets and alleys, "In response to the call of the motherland, if one person joins the army, the whole family will be honored." I signed up for the commune with great interest and dreams. After returning, I told the old man that I wanted to be a soldier and went to the commune to sign up. After hearing this, my father was very happy and supported me to become a soldier. Looking at my father, whose temples were gray and his waist was no longer straight, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. My father usually doesn't speak much, but is deep and open-minded. Like all fathers in China, my father has experienced too much suffering. He struggled in a life of poverty and took great pains to raise me. Before I had time to repay his kindness in raising me, I joined the army and left my hometown. It really cannot be justified by emotion or reason. My father always saw what I was thinking. I looked at my father with blurry eyes. For a moment, we were speechless. Suddenly, he said loudly: "Go to the army and work hard and don't miss home." I nodded with choked sobs. At this moment My father is like a mountain, more like a book that never gets tired. It makes me stand upright and my heart becomes strong and broad. Who can believe that this was the most unforgettable parting with my father.

The bus started slowly, and the roar broke the tranquility of the night. After a burst of noise, there was a shout, and people in the farewell team looked left and right, looking for those who were about to leave. Relatives. I waved frequently to my father who was getting out of the car. My father was running along with the bus that had just started. He was exhaling white breath, and his face and eyes were covered with frost. He was afraid that I would disappear from his sight. I looked at him with my eyes. The father, who was gradually visible, said silently in his heart: "Father, please take care of yourself, your unfilial son will have to travel far away. "At this time, I saw my father's resolute gaze standing at the gate of the commune.