Miss my father's diary

Missing my father's diary 1 In this silent night, I miss you again-my father.

I don't remember how old I am. It should be Sunday, because you are not at home and have gone to the country to repair someone's stone mill. If it is a working day, I won't come home so late when I work in the company. I had a fever that day, my face was flushed, and I was lying in bed talking nonsense. Mom should be working overtime or going to a meeting, too busy to care about me. It's very late for you to go home. Seeing that my situation was wrong, I threw down my abrasive tools, hugged me and ran to the hospital.

Back in those days, I graduated from high school, and just turned sixteen, I was clamoring to jump the queue in the countryside. You and your mother advised me to stay at home for a year, but I didn't want to. No, you and your mother must agree.

1one day in March, 976, the educated youth who went to the countryside in our county held a farewell party at the county stadium first, and then set off for the place where they cut in line (called the production team in those days). I was assigned to a production team under Shiti commune, which is close to home. You go to see me off, lest I be bullied because I am young. You are too busy handing cigarettes to the people in the village and saying compliments, just asking others to take care of your girl! At that time, I was ungrateful and only urged you to go, for fear that people would laugh at me for not growing up.

In this way, we lived in farmers' homes and officially began to receive re-education for poor middle peasants. Live a life of sunrise and sunset.

In this vast world, I have learned to plant wheat, corn, weed and dig seedlings ... I am most afraid of digging seedlings because there are leeches in the paddy field. Sometimes, I planted two rows of rice seedlings, went to the ridge, and saw my calf bleeding. That's because leeches were covered in blood and fell by themselves. Sometimes you will see leeches still lying on their legs, greedily sucking your deep red blood. At this time, we will be at a loss, jumping on the ridge in horror and screaming loudly.

Farmer friends who work together will shout "clap your hands, clap your hands hard!" " You can't squat, the more you squat, the more you drill. "Even today, more than 30 years later, when I think of this scene, I still have a lingering fear, talking about the grasshopper's discoloration. The most bitter thing is cutting corn for the second time. At this time, it is summer, and the corn ridge is hot and humid, and the corn has grown to half a person's height. When weeding, the sharp serrated corn leaves make people's faces and arms covered with blood and soaked with sweat. The pain is really terrible. ...

And you, my father, always come to see me in the team on Sundays. Send some vegetables, bring a snack, or make a crispy fried dumpling ... when I see you, all the pain disappears.

Dad, have you always been in heaven? Daughter misses you!

I miss my father's diary. I dreamed of my father again last night, saw his gentle smile and felt his deep love, as if I had returned to the happy time with my father. My father has been gone for more than 30 years, and his voice, face and smile are still deeply imprinted in my mind. As time goes by, the sun, the moon and the stars flow, and my thoughts and attachment to my father are getting deeper and deeper.

Father's life is short and his fate is dangerous. The night before liberation, my grandfather took his family to Hong Kong. Besides my grandmother, my grandfather also had two wives, but at that time, my father was an only child. After living in Hong Kong for a while, my grandmother secretly took my father back to his hometown, a small town on the south coast. At that time, my father was only a few years old. After grandma's anger subsided for a while, my grandfather wanted to go to Hong Kong to meet them. However, the door between Hong Kong and the mainland was closed shortly after my father and them came back, and their separation became a farewell, which was unexpected. This matter has become my grandfather's lifelong concern and his eternal pain. Later, we learned from my uncles that my grandfather was very sorry that his father and grandmother left Hong Kong. This is a mistake that he can never make up for, and it is also an injury that he can never heal. With the passage of time, grandpa's thoughts and guilt for grandma and dad became stronger and stronger, so that when uncles and aunts were young, every time before eating, grandpa would point to the photos of grandma and dad and ask them: Who is this? You can't eat until you have an answer. This question and answer has become a necessary homework before meals every day. Before the Cultural Revolution, my grandfather sent many things back to my grandma and dad. But after the Cultural Revolution began, they dared not and could not contact. Grandfather never saw his father and grandmother again until his death. Before he died, he repeatedly reminded his second grandmother and uncles that he must go back to his hometown to find his father and grandmother.

Father is a very clever man, and his academic performance has always been far ahead. When I graduated from high school, because of my grandfather, I couldn't continue my further study, so I had to go back to his hometown-Guangdong to teach with my mother. Those years of hard work in the field of teaching may be the happiest and most fulfilling time in his life. He was very talented and capable of working, so he was quickly promoted to the head of the school. Career is smooth, husband and wife are harmonious, family is warm and harmonious, and life is full of sunshine. Who knows that the good times will not last long, and my father's bad luck began after the Cultural Revolution. Because of grandpa, he and his mother were both dismissed by the unit and had to go back to the beautiful seaside town where his father grew up. Before his recovery, he was forced to live a long life of dictatorship, criticism and beating, suffered inhuman torture and was severely devastated physically and mentally. Because it is an alternative, even if there are many talents, there is no place for him. No unit dares to use him, so it can only make a living by doing odd jobs. In order to survive, he did all the dirty and tired work. And the longest time is to pull the scooter. In the past, traffic was not as smooth and convenient as it is now, and delivery was often pulled by cart or picked by shoulder. A cart of hundreds of kilograms of goods is pulled by the driver with his shoulders and hands, and he walks from one place to another. Every time I think of my father pulling a scooter, I will see the scene of a tracker pulling a boat in the movie, and unconsciously tears have flowed all over my face. Sun and rain, camping, drinking a few mouthfuls of cold water when thirsty, chewing a few mouthfuls of dry food when hungry, sitting on the roadside and resting on a scooter at night, providing free meals to mosquitoes. All the year round, winter and heat, all on the road. That kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. At that time, my talented father, who was only in his twenties, sprinkled the best years of his life on Ralph's road. He can bear physical pain, and the most unbearable thing for him is mental torture. Often criticized, often beaten, and subjected to white eyes and discrimination. In this inhuman torture, my father did not fall down or despair, because he knew that after the cold winter, it would be a beautiful spring. It is this optimistic spirit that helped him through the most difficult and painful years in his life. As long as he is at home at night, he will play the flute, the piano or the erhu. My mother sometimes sings softly to his music when she is free. Since there is no sunshine in life, create a rainbow for yourself. My father is very talented in music. He not only sings well, but also plays many musical instruments. In this way, in the darkest period of life, they are strong in facing the ups and downs of life.

My father loves literature and writes well. I have seen several of his notebooks, which are full of ancient poems and some beautiful articles he copied, as well as some poems he wrote himself. The handwriting is very beautiful. Those poems are also well written. Unfortunately, after moving several times, those notebooks were misplaced.

My father has a good temper. No matter how inhuman he is outside, he never brings home resentment and anger. It is said that there are always bumps between husband and wife, but I have never seen them quarrel for so many years. It has always been kindness and love. Sometimes when my mother talks about my dad, he always smiles and never sees him angry. Not only have you never lost your temper with your mother, but you have never hit us or scolded us. No matter how naughty we are, he is good-tempered and reasonable with us. So every time we see our neighbor's playmate being beaten, we feel very lucky.

In the late period of the Cultural Revolution, my father was criticized less, and he also entered an enterprise unit, and his life was relatively stable. My father is in charge of supply and marketing in the unit, so he often travels. Every time I come back from a business trip, I will bring back some cakes and sugar. Although not much, it was already a luxury in that era of material shortage. Father is humorous and good at telling stories and jokes. When he is at home, the home is often full of laughter. He is the source of our childhood happiness. Life is hard and happy.

Father often tells us that books and music are indispensable sunshine in life. Learn to love books and music, they will bring us unexpected fun. A life accompanied by books and music is a happy life.

Because of grandpa, my father suffered inhuman torture and hardships, but he didn't complain about grandpa. After the downfall of the Gang of Four, the doors of Hong Kong and the Mainland opened, and my father got in touch with my grandfather at once, but what he didn't know at that time was that my grandfather had passed away. They moved twice in recent years, and we also moved several times, so although we were both trying to get in touch, we couldn't get in touch at the moment.

The weather is unpredictable. A month before my college entrance examination, my father suddenly fell ill. That day, when he came back from a business trip, his mental state didn't seem as good as usual, but he didn't look sick. Who knows that in the middle of the night, he was unconscious and was immediately taken to the hospital. Immediately transferred to the city hospital the next day. But no matter how to rescue, no matter how good medicine and doctors are used to treat it, it is of no help. Father always knew nothing about personnel. After more than two months of treatment in the hospital, our dearest, most beloved and most respected father passed away with deep regret and deep love and attachment to his mother and children. That year, he was 40 years old.

Since my father left his grandfather when he was a few years old, he has never seen his grandfather and his brothers and sisters. They were all born after he left Hong Kong, which became my father's lifelong regret. One year after his death, we got in touch with my second grandma and uncle in Hong Kong, only to know that my grandfather had died in the late Cultural Revolution.

It is our greatest regret that we failed to be filial to our father. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to raise and not kiss." That kind of heartfelt feeling can only be truly realized if he has experienced it personally!

Dear dad, I hope everything will be fine in heaven. You have been reunited with your grandfather, right? I wish you happiness over there.

I miss my father's diary. Father left, suddenly in a hurry, and I left before I could say a word to my child. In fact, my father has been ill for more than half a year. Because of my good health, I have been insisting, and because of some misunderstandings about my father, I have never cared about my father who is getting thinner.

My father's death caught me off guard, and my stubbornness and prejudice left me with lifelong regret. When my father arrived at the hospital, he was speechless. Father felt sick at eleven o'clock in the evening, but he insisted not to call the children for fear of disturbing them. He struggled, endured and waited for the dawn. Stepmother said, "It's been a long night. I can't wait for the dawn."

How heartbreaking it is! When my stepmother called in the morning, my father had heart failure. I know that rescue is only a humanitarian form, and it has no meaning at all. But I have been praying for a miracle, because many promises to my father have not been fulfilled.

My father only said "I am no longer well" in the hospital. At that moment, my heart ached like a knife, tears welled up and I couldn't help crying.

I have been holding my father's hand and stroking it. I dare not let go of his hand. I know that once I let go, Yin and Yang will be separated. My father also knows that his time is running out. He wouldn't let me let go of his hand. He has been earning weak eyes and looking around all the people. In do or die, he tried to take one last look at his children. I still can't let go of my children. My father looked at me helplessly and closed his eyes.

I know that eyes are full of attachment, helplessness and disappointment. The thought of my father's eyes pierced my heart like an arrow. After my mother left, I swore in my heart that I must be filial to my father. However, I broke my oath and let my father leave with infinite regret.

The longest time I spent with my father was in the hospital for eight hours. When my father is around, I never talk to him or touch his hand. On that day, my father's hands were so cold and rough.

Cold makes me feel my father's cold heart. It's too rough. I'm ashamed. "Parents' hearts are on children, and children's hearts are on stones"! When my father said this sentence before, he was very disapproving and thought that he had done a good job. Actually, where is it?

Today is the twelfth day of my father's death. I go to Lacrimosa almost every day these days, but what's the point? I was not filial when I was alive, and I was always angry with my father. I have always felt that my father didn't do well. No, I just asked my father according to my own thoughts and ideas.

I used to hear the old man in the village say: if a gentleman hates a gentleman, he doesn't want to be a gentleman. Now I have experienced that painful feeling again.

I miss my father's diary 4 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It's another Tomb-Sweeping Day. When I think of my father, who is separated from me by Yin and Yang, my father's voice and smile haunt my eyes and make me cry. In four more months, my dear father will leave us for ten years.

Wipe away the hazy tears, and the past is vivid. I remember it was in the first half of 20xx. My beloved father was in a coma because of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. After more than three hours of timely rescue by the doctor, he finally saved his life, but his mind is still not clear. Whenever this time, the father's reaction to his children and grandchildren who have been with him is quite obedient and cooperative. After careful treatment by doctors, careful nursed back to health by children and firm insistence by his father, his father miraculously recovered better than expected by doctors and was able to take care of himself normally.

But just as the children were immersed in an optimistic attitude towards their father, in September of 20xx, the resolute father was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. When my father was seriously ill, he always smiled and never groaned in front of his children and grandchildren. This is the image of my beloved father. He always thinks about his children and never wants to add any psychological pressure to them, nor does he want them to feel sorry for him.

20xx August 1 day (June 16th of the lunar calendar), which is a sad day for our whole family. On this day, my beloved father, who was physically exhausted due to terminal lung cancer, closed his eyes wearily due to illness and left the children he had always admired and loved. Father's kind face seems to be sleeping. It may be that the father dotes on his children, and even at the last moment, there is no painful expression. His love for us is comprehensive and meticulous. But his virtues of diligence, modesty, courtesy, loyalty and honesty will always be engraved in our hearts, shining on our growth path and being the greatest spiritual wealth in my life.

1935 On the 15th day of the fifth lunar month, my father was born in a poor peasant family. When I was a child, my father was the eldest son of a poor family. My father never went to school. Since the age of seven, he has followed the people in the next bay to learn to sell plow bends; At the age of twelve, I learned a whole set of farm work, such as plowing and raking. Since then, the burden of the family has fallen on my father. After liberation, the state organized a "literacy" class. My father goes to study after work every night. He learns some simple Chinese characters in the spirit of self-improvement and can write his name correctly. Since 1956, his illiterate father has been working as a village clerk, accountant, financial keeper and leader of the poverty alleviation association in the Bay, but he has become the first batch of * * * party member who joined the party organization in our Bay. My father is conscientious and responsible for his work all his life, and never cares about personal gains and losses. He won the support and trust of this bay with his Excellence.

My father worked hard and thrifty all his life. Growing up in a difficult environment, because of the weak family foundation, the responsibilities and burdens of the family became heavier after my father got married. My mother is sickly and suffers from rheumatoid arthritis. She can't do heavy work for a long time, and she can't drink cold water. Most things at home and outside are undertaken by her father alone. Going out to work during the day and going home at night will be responsible for recording the labor points or meetings of all the people in this bay, cleaning the clothes of the whole family at night, and always remembering to comfort the sick mother. My parents raised our six brothers and sisters all their lives. During that time, the whole family of eight people lived on the work of one and a half parents, and the family became a well-known "food-deficient household".

I remember when I was very young and ignorant, I came home from school to see the fish salvaged from the pond in front of Gongcang Bay for the New Year, and I was very happy to see other villagers fishing for the New Year. Because of the shortage of materials at that time, most people were really confused about eating fish for the New Year. I also happily ran to Wanzi Gongcang with a basket to prepare fish for the New Year. Unfortunately, when it was my turn to weigh the fish, the team leader asked me to take money to weigh it.

At that time, because "surplus grain households" had a balance in the group at the end of the year, items such as grain and new year's goods could be offset, and "grain-deficient households" had no balance in the group and could not distribute new year's goods. I am a "food-deficient household" at home and can't afford to buy fish! Young and ignorant, I cried because of others' contempt and injustice. Father heard the sound and quietly came to me. While wiping my tears, he held my little hand and pleaded with the captain. Finally, with the help and persuasion of several old people in this bay, Yu Nian came back. So far, my memory is worrying and I feel guilty. Later, the fields were divided into households, because the children were all studying at school, and the father took care of the grain fields and land of eight people in the family. Although there are many fields, his father is immersed in his happiness every day.

Every time I see my children coming back from school, my face is filled with pride and happiness. Since then, whenever there are many guests and children at home during holidays, my father always tries his best to go out and buy some fish and meat. Entertaining guests is also for the sake of their children no longer being wronged. Especially in the Spring Festival every year, no matter how difficult it is, my father will buy some New Year pictures and stick them at home, mainly to let the children feel the atmosphere of "New Year" and be full of new hopes. Although the family is poor, parents always advocate that their children study hard, and we don't have to worry about farm work at home.

As for the tuition fee for going to school, my father always tries his best to collect it from neighbors or relatives and friends for us to finish our studies. After more than ten years' efforts, illiterate parents managed to cultivate a graduate student, a high school student and four college students from our six brothers and sisters, five of whom joined party member with honor. After the children grew up and the family conditions improved, the father was still very frugal and reluctant to eat or spend. Whenever there is something delicious and delicious, he will keep it until his children and grandchildren come back for a holiday to share.

My father was modest and polite all his life. He is always tolerant and generous to others, and handles well the relations between relatives and friends. In the bay and the surrounding villages, he lets others do everything, even his own rights. He always restrains himself and his family and submits to humiliation, thinking that this is a relationship of "harmony is precious" and maintaining "neighborhood harmony". It was a summer in the mid-1970s, and a young generation of Wantong angrily came to my door and swore at a small thing in the field. He even rushed at my father and punched him. Father swallowed his pride and didn't fight back. He kept saying that it was his own fault, and it was only after the villagers persuaded him that he knew it.

Treat his closest relatives and his brothers and sisters of the same generation, and he will share anything good. Among many close relatives of his generation, there is a distant uncle who has lived alone in a foreign land since childhood. When he was old and weak, his father worried that he was left unattended in a foreign land, so he worked as a mother and child, took him home, and let him live in peace until his death.

"I want to see Wan Li's voice and think about the class on the third night of the third month." The kind and great father left us, but he is our life mentor and deserves our pride. His fine virtues of diligence, frugality, modesty, courtesy, loyalty and honesty are our precious spiritual wealth and our family heirloom. His words and deeds will always influence and guide us to be human and do things.

We will always take what my father said to our brother and sister as our driving force, and we will always miss him. We will always turn the memory of our father into strength, and remain revolutionary youth, loyal to the party and loyal to the people like our father; Be an upright person, do things honestly like my father, and be diligent in running the house; Treat people and things around you with kindness and tolerance like a father, do your job well, and comfort your old man with excellent results.

Out of the window in the middle of the night, memories are old sadness, tears of missing and pain of missing. In the middle of the night, my father's voice and smile are still the same, deeply imprinted in our minds. Dear father, do you feel it? We miss you!

Rest in peace! Dear father!

Miss your children.

20xx April 5th

Memories of my father's diary are like water splashed in my palm. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop.

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At the foot of Chuanlong Mountain, on the loess slope, a few hay and a pile of loess, my father, will rest here. ...

Father is a thrifty man. Since I am sensible, whenever I have time, I often go to the mountains with my father to herd cattle. At that time, my father was an animal care worker in the team. He was in charge of four or five buffaloes. He goes to the mountain behind the village to graze every day. Before he left, he always took the cows to the shallow pond at the entrance of the village, let them drink water, and then piled up cow dung and cow urine. According to his father's words, on the one hand, it can keep the village roads clean and tidy, on the other hand, it can save farm manure. "A flower in a crop depends entirely on fertilizer." Afterwards, he put me on the back of a cow, put a burden on his back, joined other cattle teams and headed for the hill. As usual, I can pick a load of hay and go home to cook at night.

My father is a dedicated master. Do a line and love a line. My father is an animal care worker. He loves cows by nature and gives them a haircut every day. He often said: people are not rich without windfall, and cows are not fat without night grass. He can't accumulate a few cents when he is old, so it can be seen that the windfall didn't come to visit him, but the night grass was always there. He often goes to the river and the ridge to cut some grass for cattle. Several cows are fat and strong, and his father is often proud of them.

Every spring ploughing and double robbing season, my father used cows to plow and rake the fields for the team as usual in exchange for work points. During lunch break, our children go for a walk to rest cows and people. At this time, we often see calves by the river and in the fields. One day at noon, the sun was scorching and there was no wind. The water in the field is bubbling. It's too hot. I saw a group of friends playing in the water when I took the cow to the Qingshuitang beside the closed village road. The coolness in the water and my interest in games tempted me. I immediately drove the cow down the pond and let it soak in the water. I also go to play in the water with my friends. The play was so dark that I forgot the time. I didn't know the end of the world was coming until I saw my father standing by the pond with an angry face and his purple face getting darker and darker. ...

I obediently followed my father to lead the cow to the farm. This time, my father seemed unusually calm. He was not in a hurry to plow the fields, but put the cows aside to eat grass and told me to go down to the fields. Just when I was puzzled, my father put the plow cover on my shoulder and told me to pull pears, and said that if I could pull 10 meters, I would forgive me. Poor me, I want to suck milk, but the plow is deeply buried in the soil and does not move. Blue sky, white clouds, scorching sun, hot water and empty fields left my father and me. I cried, tears trickled down with sweat, and my father didn't discourage me. When I was weak enough to sit in the paddy field, my father told me to rest on the ridge and watch him plow the field with cattle. He scolded me while plowing the fields, which made me understand the hardships of labor, the fault that I didn't take good care of the cows, and the responsibility. That scene is deeply imprinted in my heart. I will think of the word responsibility when I do anything in the future, and I dare not be careless. That year, I 12 years old.

Father has a glib tongue. Anything that comes to his mouth will find new tricks and make people happy. For example, when telling a trivial story about a child climbing a tree and digging a bird's nest, he will outline the details: the child finally climbed to the top of the tree with great effort, put his hand into the bird's nest and said to himself: Are you still alive this time? Before I finished speaking, I slipped and plopped down, lying flat on the grass, and my friends gathered around to see if it was okay. They joked with each other: whether you die or not ... made people laugh on the spot. Father is also good at making up some harmless folk songs for children to sing. There is a folk song that says: Jingling Dong Bang weaves a dustpan, facing south, Longsheng weaves a rice sieve, Joe stands as incense, and Daling Guori City (Jingling, Dong Bang, facing south, Longsheng, Qiaozhan and Daling are the names of neighboring villages) ... just a few words summarize the characteristics of surrounding villages. I think several teachers came out after my family, probably because of the subtle influence of my father.

My father is also a strong man. He often said: only people are taller than mountains, and no mountain is taller than people. Family constraints, my father can always change the pattern and not let our brothers and sisters starve. Pick a few mushrooms on the mountain today, touch a few mussels in the river tomorrow, and stop the stream to eat a few loaches the day after tomorrow ... Although we are short of oil and salt, this is the most delicious in that hard time. In the fourth grade of primary school, the eldest brother and the second brother got married and separated one after another. My parents took me to live with two unmarried sisters, one who was only seven or eight years old. I was young and ignorant at that time. I just secretly saw two sisters wiping away tears and saying that Dad left all the corners and remote fields for himself and would kill him. But I often hear my father's hearty laughter at home. When I was a child, I also lived carefree in the shadow of my father. Now think about it, how difficult it is for my father to take the initiative to provoke the burden of life and take care of young us!

There is a little thing, I don't know if I should mention it. In junior high school, I went to the town to study. My father was very happy, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to stretch a lot, but I stayed at school, which undoubtedly added pressure to my family. One weekend night, when I came back from school, I told my dad that I had to pay for meals when I went back to school. As a result, dad moved the money box out and rummaged it, but 30 yuan was not enough. He said to me with a wry smile: This is our home. I don't know how my father supported this family.

In his later years, his father collapsed and a serious illness almost took him away. When relatives and friends visited him before his deathbed, he did not forget to joke: It's useless for old bones, and now it's just for everyone to see. On his deathbed, his tea and rice were hard to swallow. Every time I look at his scrawny body, I feel like a lump in my throat. He looked at me, but comforted me: I used to fight against heaven and earth, but now I have to fight against the disease. Yan Luowang dare not accept me. Don't worry ... no matter how the disease tortured him, he didn't moan in front of him, and his father interpreted his strength to the extreme.

Now, the kind father can finally rest completely. ...

Dark and kind Mother Earth, I hope you cherish her soul. ...

I remember my father's diary. When I was a child, there was an old square table with mottled paint at home. There are three drawers on the side, and the innermost one is locked. Every time I ask out of curiosity, my mother always says, "It's your father's treasure!" " "

My father graduated from primary school and was a scholar among his peers in the village, so he worked as an accountant in the village for many years. After dinner every day, my father, who had been doing farm work all day, took out the ledger from the locked drawer under the oil lamp like a bean and occasionally fiddled with the old abacus. At this moment, I can see a black hard-cover notebook in the drawer that has hardly been touched. At that time, in my eyes, it was definitely something tall. I often wonder how to keep it for myself. After many failures, he asked his father, "Dad, what is that?" My father touched my head and said, "It was a dream of my father!" " "There is no regret in the tone. After recording the accounts, my father would teach me to recite some regular things. Later, I learned that they were ancient poems, three-character classics and disciples' rules. Sometimes I guess riddles. When peers are guessing: a line, I sit on my father's knee and guess: three people go to see flowers on the same day, 100 friends are a family, two people sit side by side, and two melons are at sunset. Strange to say, I have no impression of many things I learned after school, but I was able to recite many poems and three-character classics at that time. For example: Disciples' Rules, Sage Training, First Filial Piety, Second Trust. There are Li Shen's "Compassion for Peasants" and Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl".

Later, when I was sensible, my father explained the contents of "Saint Amethyst" and "Disciples Rules" to me, and taught me the truth of being a man. When I was about to go to school, my father taught me to use an abacus and showed me my coveted crust. It turned out to be my father's arithmetic notes at school. Up to now, I still remember several topics clearly. One is: chicken rabbit cage, head 40, feet 100. How much are the chicken and rabbits? The answer is: chicken 30, rabbit 10. Now it seems that a simple system of equations can solve the problem, but it bothered me for several years. Even after school, I have a special feeling for other programs and abacus, which is also the best part I have learned. Until now, it can still bring me great help.

It's another Father's Day, my dear father. We are all fine now. I hope you are as happy in heaven! Write here, tears have fallen. ...