My father's short and medium-length essays on family love

Every once in a while, every ten days and a half, I would go back to my parents’ house to visit and sit around, chatting with my parents all over the world. Occasionally, if I forget, my husband will remind me, and even He would drag me and we would joke all the way back. Life is a habit. After being married to my husband for more than 20 years, it has become a habit to go back to my parents' home when there is nothing to do.

My mother and I would tell some funny stories about our daughter Xuanzi’s growth, while my husband would watch TV with his father and talk about their topics. From time to time, my husband would interject words to flatter his father, and his father would frown. There would be moments of relaxation that we wanted to cover up but didn't, and from time to time our conversations would overlap, but the content would always return to each other's original topics. We mostly chose to go in the evening so as not to bother our parents to cook for us. After the delay was a little longer, my father "shooed" us away, "We don't live far away. Come again. You are busy. Go and do your business. Don't worry about us. We are not old yet and can still move." Then he continued. He said, "I will call you if something happens. Hemp ropes are used to make straw sandals. One generation is in charge of the other, and you just need to raise the children well." Year after year, I got used to my mother’s nagging, and I got used to my father’s white hair. In the night wind, my father’s white hair was more like silver hair than white hair, flashing under the street lights. There was a flash of silver light, and my father tried to keep his body upright, but his steps were somewhat staggering. His voice was still clear, but his hearing was obviously much worse. In her daughter's heart, her father is still the same father as before, but her father is really old. No matter how strong he is and how good his mentality is, time will still throw old age to him mercilessly.

My father’s life was a simple one, but his concept of doing things, his attitude towards life, and his perception of life were enough to fill a book, which is worthy of our descendants’ lifetime memories.

My unaccompanied father entered the city with a quilt and a wooden box when he was 17 years old. At that time, the gap between urban and rural areas was still deep-rooted. Just a few months before my father came to the city, a distant relative arranged a marriage for my father. The man and woman met once and it was called an engagement. Unexpectedly, a few months later, my father suddenly left the farm and came to the county town to work as a primary school teacher. This was something that no one in the village had expected. Everyone in the village thought that this marriage was a scam, and the matchmaker had spread the word. Come, say that the woman's family took the initiative and said, "Let's forget about this marriage. The two families haven't moved much yet, so don't mention it again." Presumably the woman wanted to avoid the man's embarrassment. My grandparents were very fond of their son, so they just took things as they were. However, when my honest father heard about this, he firmly disagreed to dissolve the marriage. He said that the matter was settled before entering the city, so it cannot be ignored. People cannot He had no conscience and could not forget his roots. He asked the matchmaker to tell the woman, "On the second day of the Lunar New Year, he will come to the house to pray for the solar terms, so that the woman, my mother, can rest assured and celebrate the New Year with peace of mind." This sentence also means that the father has decided to From then on, his life was tied to this woman from a neighboring village whom he had only met once. This is my father. My father's marriage is a story, but it leaves more reflections for future generations, just like what my father said: "I have given up to your mother all my life, and she has endured hardships with me all her life. People are not idiots, idiots will not "Forgiving others, let alone those of your own family, is not a loss." I think he did this all his life because he respected his mother, but he often said this to his son-in-law because he loved his daughter. My father is old, but he has always protected his daughter in a unique way. When my father said these words, his tone was solemn. I think my husband, who is not stupid, will understand the meaning of his father's words throughout his life.

The father never had a son in his life, but he regarded his daughter and son-in-law as sons. He often educates his children and says, "If you are willing to give up, you will gain something if you give up." Perhaps people spend their whole lives choosing, judging, gaining, and losing. I think the meaning of father's "giving up" should be the expression of "God." "Close a door for you, and a window will open for you" has a certain meaning, but my father's cultural level is not that high, and the words cannot rise to that artistic conception.

My father worked diligently throughout his life, was a responsible person, and was cautious in doing things. He worked as a primary school teacher, a logistics administrator, and a team member in the financial department. No matter which position he held, he always Said; "As the old saying goes, I ride a donkey while others ride in a cart, and there is a cart behind. The sky is not high, but the human heart is the highest. Just like a tortoise crawling, it turns over and over to reach that high. Don't care whether it is high or not. , so you don’t need to worry about the pain of falling or not.” If standing tall is a state, then walking steadily is a style. There are many ways to live life. As long as you keep your eyes level, you will never feel that you are shorter than others.

My father is really old, but my father is not confused at all.

When the Spring Festival was approaching in 2008, my mother was diagnosed with thyroid cancer by the Provincial Cancer Hospital. In front of my mother, my father seemed calm and composed. While helping my mother to go through the admission procedures, he comforted her and signaled to us sisters. Don't panic. Two days later, my mother was pushed into the operating room. The moment the door of the operating room was closed, my father could no longer hold back his tears. Looking at my father who was in tears, my heart was extremely painful. My father may have never said an emotional word to my mother in his entire life, but the worry and concern for his wife deep in his heart at this moment cannot be described in words. We waited outside the operating room for a long time, and no one said a word. My father kept wandering outside the operating room. Time passed minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it took, but my father broke the silence: "I'm going to order some food. You can take care of mom after you're full!" This is my father. He doesn't use gorgeous words. to comfort his children, but he was always willing to go through every hurdle alone through the pain. For my father, who has been with my mother for 40 years, my mother's illness is undoubtedly a huge blow. Fortunately, my mother's surgery went very smoothly. Under the careful care of her father and children, the mother's health finally improved. After experiencing this disaster, my parents learned to cherish life and treat themselves better.

My father’s mother is still alive and she is 87 years old this year. My grandmother has been living with her uncle. During the holidays, my father would visit her. When the weather was nice, he would take her to sit on a stone bench in the park to bask in the sun or help her walk around and talk about what happened. Things about us, Xuanzi has improved in exams, Brother Hao has grown so tall, and whose children back home are working somewhere. Although they have been away from their hometown for nearly 50 years, when talking about the people and things in that land, my grandmother and father seem to be several years younger. The smile is not a hehe smile, but there is a kind of laughter that ripples in the wrinkles. Contentment and comfort.

Although my father is old, he is more careful than before. Maybe people of his generation don’t understand what romance is, but my father always lets us take our mother with us when her birthday comes. When you go shopping for clothes, take your mother to a restaurant, or go out for a walk with your mother, you must use the money he gives you. The year before last, for my mother's sixtieth birthday, my father accompanied my mother on a trip. When the old couple came back, they both said they never wanted to go out again. My mother said it was not as good as home, so my father said, if your mother says it's not good, it's not good! In the eyes of the father, the mother has been suffering with his father for half a life; in the eyes of the mother, the mother has been dependent on the father for half a life; in the eyes of the children, the father and mother have lived and been tired for half a life.

If you want to talk about what hobbies my father has in his life, then his hobbies should be related to wine! In our small county, my father has a drinking capacity and good manners that are very rare. Even if they are over 60 years old, many people still like to invite their fathers to drink together. Firstly, because their fathers drink generously, and secondly, because their fathers always tell some wonderful jokes during the dinner, which not only makes people relax, but also educates them. Someone once suggested that my father write the jokes and allusions into a book. My father just laughed it off: "Experience itself is a good book. I, Old Tao, can't write this book!" Although my father loved wine and occasionally drank, he never No messing around. Out of concern for his health, we have been trying to persuade him to drink less, but to no avail. Until last year, we discovered carefully that my father drank very restrainedly.

One day, I was walking with my father and asked why. My father said: "You think I am really old. I know it in my heart. Xuanzi has gone to college. I, an old guy, can't let you worry about me all the time!" "My father has been drinking for most of his life. In the past, we were worried about his health and hoped that he would drink in moderation, but we couldn't believe it. But now, in order for us to take good care of our children, my father has made up his mind and actually said this. Words of "awakening". This is my father, a father who looks old but has a clear heart. This is our open-minded and tolerant father who has left us with so many touches and benefited us throughout our lives!

I supported my father, just like my father supported my grandmother. I think that there will be many things in the past in a person's life, and what is always worth cherishing is the family love that is thicker than water!