Father is a happy old man.

I haven't written about my father for a long time, the old man who lives in his hometown. I don't know if he is well and how he is now.

I always feel that my father is still very young, always full of energy, full of enthusiasm and yearning for life.

I began to realize that my father was getting old, which began when he was ill in hospital that year. That night, my mother suddenly called and said that my father had a stomachache. I asked someone to send my father to the county hospital quickly, because I knew my father would never tell anyone about those minor illnesses. My father must have told my mother because he couldn't help it.

In the cold wind, I stood at the gate of the hospital waiting for my father, suffering every minute. After waiting for about half an hour, the one who carried his father's face finally came. I am anxious to help my father. My father smiled at me reluctantly, and my tears fell to the ground. What a long wait that half an hour was for me.

With my help, my father walked to the hospital step by step. His right hand pressed his lower abdomen, trying to pretend to be relaxed. As he walked, he said to me, "Much better, don't worry too much. I'll go back after seeing the doctor." Father is afraid that we will worry and spend money. He said the same thing several times.

"Okay, okay, slow down." While I promised my father, I decided to give him a comprehensive physical examination. We should have a physical examination after working all our lives, and then stay in hospital for a period of time, so that we can feel at ease outside.

After the examination, the doctor told us that my father had acute appendicitis and needed hospitalization. When we explained to my father that we had to be hospitalized, my father stopped insisting on taking some medicine home and obeyed our arrangement.

Before the operation, the doctor measured his father's heart rate more than 50 times per minute. The doctor asked his father if he was an athlete before, and his father said, "Yes, I have been doing sports all my life." The doctor was laughed at by his father.

The operation is not a major operation, but this is my father's first time on the operating table, and I am a little nervous. I comforted my father that appendectomy is to remove the appendix through minimally invasive surgery, with a high safety factor. The operation was a pediatrician, and my father's heart gradually widened.

The father who had an operation, after appendectomy, naturally stopped hurting, and his father recovered his optimism. When he can go to the fields, he chats with patients and takes out his best singing skills. The song is very old-fashioned, and my father came as soon as he spoke. This is his specialty.

So during the few days in hospital, I often heard my father singing opera from a distance. His funny expression and humorous plot won the laughter of many patients. What's more, the patients, doctors and nurses next door are all around their father to watch the opera. It seems that the scene is not in the hospital, but in the theater.

On the day of discharge, many patients saw each other off, and some even joked, "Lao Zhao, it's really enjoyable to listen to your play." I can't bear to let you go and stay one more day. " Father said humorously, "Although the hospital is good, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time. If you miss going to the opera, you should get well soon and come to my house. " With the blessing of many patients, we accompanied our recovered father downstairs to go through the discharge formalities. Several doctors who have met on weekdays also came to say hello and said to their father, "Goodbye, Master Zhao!" " Father said, "thank you, but I'll try not to see your doctor again." As soon as the words fell to the ground, doctors and nurses all laughed.

After returning home, all the villagers in the village came to visit their father and asked him questions, and his father answered them one by one. People in the village had never seen the world before, so they asked their father what it was like to have an operation.

"Hey, Morty had an operation. It's not worth it." My father coughed his throat on purpose. "They gave me a knife and cut two or two pieces of meat, but asked me for medical expenses. What do you think is so uneconomical in the world that I won't do such a loss-making business in the future? " Everyone was overjoyed. What's more, some aunts burst into tears.

Father always wanted to have an electric car, but for safety reasons, we didn't buy it for him.

Later, the cement road was built in the village, which was much wider. Besides, my father is getting older and older, so it is no longer appropriate to go shopping on foot. Last summer, I bought my father an electric tricycle. I rode a tricycle home without telling him beforehand, which gave my father a great surprise. Dad took me to learn driving before I took a sip of water.

Father rides a tricycle happily, as happy as a child. I followed nervously and trotted all the way, afraid to let go of the tricycle. I told my father what to pay attention to while running, which may be due to my age. Father learned happily, but it was also difficult. I tried several times to hold him when he was about to rush to the rice field.

Anyone who has ridden a tricycle knows that it is not easy to ride, but it seems to be smooth, but it is particularly easy to go astray. Father studies hard and tries his best to learn fast. However, after all, elderly people are a little slow to learn things. I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, if I have time, I'll learn to drive slowly with my father.

"Are you laughing at me for being stupid?" My father stared nervously at the front, put his foot on the brake pedal and asked me while riding.

"No, that's how old people learn to drive."

Father smiled, "you this boy, don't say I'm stupid! Alas, when I am old, I am not as flexible as before, but when I was a child, I was much more stupid than me. " We all laughed. I still remember learning to ride a bike and stumbling into rice fields several times.

Father relaxed a lot and chatted happily. I watched my father learn almost, so I went to the vegetable garden with my wife to get vegetables. It was already dark when I came back, and my father was still learning to drive on the way in front of the door. There is wet mud on the handlebar. While I was wondering, my mother told me that my father rode a tricycle into the field and got all muddy. Afraid that I would laugh at him, he hurried home to "destroy the evidence" but was "betrayed" by his mother.

"You always say that the food at home is delicious, and your father always wants to learn to ride a bike early so that he can send you meals," said his mother. "He can't wait to learn it at once, but he is afraid that you will laugh at him and repeatedly tell you not to know about the rollover."

I thought to myself, my father, an old man, loves face and doesn't want to show weakness in front of his son.

When my father came back, I naturally pretended not to know. I just told my father to ride slowly, safety first. My mother and I smiled at each other.

I am very happy to be the father of a car owner. That tricycle has become his baby pimple and he rides everywhere. On the highway, I often see my father riding a tricycle, and his mouth is not idle. It's either Chu Opera, Huangmei Opera or out-of-tune Peking Opera. I am very happy. I say hello when I meet people. A father with a tricycle shows off his car like a child, but happiness is real. Just like when we learned to ride a bike as children, I met a man who rang the doorbell loudly for fear that others would not know I was riding a bike.

Father rode a tricycle, went to the fields to help crops, went to the mountains to cut bundles of matches, and went to Kami, a neighboring village. Very convenient. More importantly, my father often takes my mother to the streets to go to the market. On the broad asphalt road, two old people sit on a slow tricycle, which is a kind of scenery. When I meet familiar folks, my father always greets me to get on the bus, as if driving a luxury car. Tricycle brings real happiness to father, which is what we hope most.

Every time I go back to my hometown, I always call my father and ask him to pick me up in the street. Every time my father received a phone call, he promised happily again and again that no matter what he did, he would stop his work, get on the bus and go out on the street. Dad said he liked picking me up in the street best, just like picking me up after school when I was a child. I often tell my father that I like riding his tricycle best, which is both comfortable and safe. Actually, I like the feeling of my father pulling me. It's so warm to see the kind of smile that my father thinks he can contribute to his son.

I also like the smell of my father mixed with the smell of tobacco. For me, this is the smell of love.

My father is such a person. He is old and happy.

Father passed on happiness to the people around him. Maybe influenced by my father, I have always been very satisfied with myself.

How I wish my father, the happy old man, could be happy to be old.