Father's prose that can tell stories

My father is a man with little literacy. He always reads with the help of a dictionary, but he never gives up reading because he has little literacy. The books he reads are mainly novels. He reads novels to tell us stories. Sometimes he also goes to the storyteller's booth to hear the story told by the scholar, and then he will tell us the story he heard at an appropriate time.

First, a sensible little girl

When I was very young, I slept until I woke up naturally every morning. Later, I went to school and needed my parents to wake me up in the morning. Every morning, my mother gets up early to make a fire, cook and clean up the yard. In winter, I will put a stove in the house, and then wake my brother and sister up.

Then one winter, my mother caught a cold twice in a row, and both of them had a fever of 39 degrees, which caused pneumonia and needed hospitalization. My father and I sent my mother to the hospital. On the way back that day, my father told me a story: "Once upon a time, there was a smart, beautiful and sensible little girl. Her father had three daughters, and she was the boss. Her family lives in the mountains and forests in the northeast. One winter was particularly cold, and the roads in the mountains were blocked by heavy snow. It's dripping into ice! In order to let mom and dad get up in the morning without catching a cold, the little girl is not afraid of the cold. She gets up first every day, chopping wood and making a stove, which will make the fire prosperous. Then cook a pot of sticky millet porridge. When the millet porridge is cooked, she will wake her parents up. Mom and dad ate the millet porridge cooked by the little girl, and they were in good health. They never caught a bad cold. Even if they caught a cold, they would get well soon. Dad praised the little girl as a sensible girl like a leader. Are you willing to be such a good girl? "

hearing this story touched me a lot. I think my mother caught a cold these times in a row because she got up early and got cold. As my mother's daughter, I was too lazy, so my mother caught a cold. So, from then on, my mother and I learned to cook millet porridge, set an alarm clock, and began to get up every morning to cook for my parents, and then wake them up. Since then, my mother really seldom caught a cold. Not only that, my younger brothers and sisters also started to get up on time. Dad said: "Our head sheep began to understand, and she played an exemplary role." The younger brother and sister said, "Who is the first sheep?" Father said, "It's your big sister." From then on, I understood that being a big sister should play a leading and exemplary role, just like the little girl in the story. I was ten years old that year.

The story of twenty or ten pairs of chopsticks

At one time, I often fought with my brother and sister. The reason is very simple. I tutor my younger brothers and sisters to study. They are rebellious and often disobey my management and go against me. They said: "The homework assigned by the teacher has not been completed yet, and my sister has assigned so many homework, which is purely against us." One day, two sisters argued with me in partnership, and my brother came to help them. I beat them to the ground by virtue of my age. At this time, I happened to meet my father back, and we all said our reasons. Father said, "Stop quarreling and listen to a story from Dad." So my father told the story of ten pairs of chopsticks.

once upon a time, there was a family with ten sons. They were disunited and often quarreled. Live in poverty. One day, my father was ill, very serious, and he was going to die. Father is worried that after his death, ten sons will fight, so the tigers in the mountains will eat these children. So my father told them to bring ten pairs of chopsticks and tie them together. Then he said to the boss, "Can you break these ten pairs of chopsticks at once?" The boss can't try; He asked the second child to try again, and the second child kept folding; The third child is also constantly folded; Old four couldn't do it either ...

Later, my father told them to untie the rope and fold it one by one. As a result, ten pairs of chopsticks were broken. Father said: "You are like these ten pairs of chopsticks. The difficulties in life include tigers in the mountains, that is, people who want to break you. If you unite, any difficulties can be overcome. If you don't unite, you will be broken one by one." After I die, you must listen to your eldest brother, who is like a father. I have told you before that as long as you are United and overcome difficulties together, you can continue to live in this deep forest. " With these words, their father died. Ten sons remembered their father's teaching and began to unite as one, killing tigers in the mountains, farming a large area of land, and living a rich life ...

After the father finished this story, let everyone of his younger brothers and sisters talk about their own experiences. As a result, all my brothers and sisters knew that they were wrong. From then on, my brothers and sisters can not only finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time, but also finish the homework assigned by my eldest sister. The academic performance is much better than before.

Through this incident, I understand the function and effect of my father's storytelling, so I also learned to tell stories to my younger brothers and sisters. When I find any ideological and psychological problems among my younger brothers and sisters, I will take the initiative to tell stories to my younger brothers and sisters in order to solve their ideological and cognitive problems.

Third, Uncle Lei Feng's story

Because my elder sister has to take the lead in everything, I have to sweep the floor, cook and carry water at home, so my younger brothers and sisters are lazy for a while. They are unwilling to help their parents with housework and often lazy. For example, my mother asked my sister to wash the dishes, and my sister said that she was going to the toilet. At that time, there was no toilet at home and she needed to go to the public toilet outside. My sister would not come back on the pretext of going to the toilet until I washed the dishes. My father found this situation, so he bought us a picture book "The Story of Lei Feng". Every night, he asked me to read the story to my younger brother and sister. After listening to the story, I began to arrange the housework for tomorrow, and the boss carried the water. The second one cleans the yard, the third one washes the dishes, and the fourth one takes out the garbage ...

Finally, my father will check the results of our work and reward a notebook, or a book and pencil according to the completion. Later, my father extended learning from Lei Feng at home to helping neighbors and doing good deeds in public places. For example, let me carry water for my neighbor aunt Cui for a long time; Clean the glass for Qian Da Niang's family during the Chinese New Year holiday; Lead me to the railway workers' club to repair chairs and clean windows; Go to the railway station to help clean, help passengers carry luggage and so on. From 1963 to 1965, my father and I were both rated as Lei Feng pacesetters in the railway system for three consecutive years. Our deeds of learning from Lei Feng were also made into pictures and posted in the exhibition room of the Children's Palace for display to educate and encourage young people to learn from Lei Feng. From childhood, I learned from Lei Feng the habit of doing good deeds. Now I will take the initiative to sweep the stairs, help the elderly cross the road and give them my seat. Until one day, I gave my seat to an old man on the bus. He said, "Sister, sit down. You are not a few years younger than me. How old are you?" I smiled shyly: "Sixty-five." The old man said, "I am sixty-four, one year younger than you. Your face is tender and mine is old." At this time, I discovered that I had stepped into the ranks of the elderly. My father's Lei Feng story encouraged me all my life.

IV. Interpreting the role in the story

My father said to us: "In fact, we interpret the story with our own actions every day. We learn from Lei Feng and interpret the story when we make mistakes, but sometimes we play positive roles and protagonists; Sometimes it is a supporting role or even a negative role. "

When someone preached "reading uselessness" in the society, my father told me: "Those who advocate reading uselessness are playing buffoons. We should play a positive role and insist on reading. One day, when the country needs scholars, reading will be useful. At that time, if they want to study again, it will be late, and the books we read will be used, and there will be many good opportunities waiting for us. "

So when I went to Inner Mongolia Production and Construction Corps, I brought not only some novels and literary books, but also some books on mathematics and physics, which I often read after work. When the university resumed enrollment, I was admitted to the university in a big place. Completed a story of educated youth studying hard. I am the protagonist in the story. My father praised me: "The performance was good, and it should be said that it was successful."

My father said, "Life is like a play, that is to say, we are both writers and actors, and we are trying our best to perform the best and most beautiful life with our own life and energy."

At 11: 5am on May 4th, 27, the story of my father's life was finished, and his life was over. The people in the village said, "Your father is a hero who bridges and paves the way. He has been bridging and paving the road all his life. When he was young, he worked in the railway department, repairing railway bridges and paving railways." After retirement, I went back to the village to build roads and bridges in the countryside. Bridging and paving the road is a cause that benefits future generations, and it is also a matter of virtue. You should remember your father well. " But in my heart, my father is a storyteller. He told a good story about a farmer's son who went out of the countryside and became an excellent worker and father with his life experience. He will always be the protagonist in my heart. I'm going to write a novel about my father's story, the title of which is "Dear Family". I hope my fans and friends like this novel.

Plato has a wise saying: "Whoever can tell a story will own the world." He is a father who can tell stories, and he deserves our respect and love. He will live forever in the hearts of our seven children.