Appreciation of Liu's Prose in Notes on Life

In my eyes, my father's life entered the evening scene, not because of retirement, but because of an event or a scene.

It was my senior three who went home during the winter vacation. I took a coach from Shijiazhuang to the county seat. When I got off the bus, I was stunned. My father stood there with his bike in his hand. It's very cold, with a biting north wind. Father's face is a little red with cold, and several strands of white hair (his hair has always been black) are lifted by the wind. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, and his body looked bloated and slightly stooped. This is the first time my father met me at the station, when I was about to graduate from college. My nose is a little sour, my throat is choked, and I suddenly feel that my father is old, really old.

Growing up, I, the sixth child of my father, felt that my father's "grace" was too little. My father has been the director of the county bureau of culture and education for 18 years, and has been a symbolic figure for too long. It seems that he has been working, busy and indifferent to his family, and I am no exception. Once, at the dinner table, I was chatting cheerfully. Suddenly, two lines of snot flowed out untimely, and my father immediately snapped at me: "Wipe your nose!" " "Like a blow, my excitement was immediately suffocated. I wiped my nose and suddenly faded. My little self-esteem was hurt a little. So I remember it deeply so far. My father is a serious and even rigid person in my eyes, and there is little communication between father and son. My father is an old revolutionary and worked before the founding of the People's Republic of China. I never thought whether he was lonely or sad after retiring, and I didn't feel any change in him.

My father suddenly came to meet me at the station, which made me "flattered". The time scale suddenly clicked here, and I suddenly found that my father was old.

Old father is more like father. He began to become gentle and kind with a smile on his face. I care about my children and enjoy playing with my grandchildren. Grandson called him "Grandpa", and he promised loudly, with a crooked voice and a happy smile. My mother sometimes goes out to play cards with a bunch of old ladies. My father cooks at home and waits for my mother to come back for dinner without complaint. Every time I come home from work, my father is very happy. If he doesn't come back after a long time, he will ask his mother to call me.

My retired father has two hobbies, one is playing gateball, and the other is playing chess. I still can't understand the rules of gateball. My parents live in my second brother's house, and the croquet field is 50 meters west of my home. Many times when I went back to my hometown, I saw my father playing gateball with a group of retired people. Sometimes, when my father sees me, he shouts happily, "Stop playing, stop playing, my third child is back." An old man asked, "Lao Liu, what did your third son cook when he came back?" Father said loudly: "Bao jiaozi!" Father always speaks loudly. Because he was deaf in old age, I bought him a pair of hearing AIDS later, and he still liked to talk loudly, which became a habit. When my father died, we put his gateball in the coffin, and we wore a Shanghai brand watch for many years. On the eve of the funeral, I held a wake in the coffin shed built on the street in my hometown village. I caressed the coffin, and there was silence in the dead of night, as if I heard the watch still ticking, and I couldn't help crying.

My father plays chess with a chess friend. His name is Lao Dong, and he is a retired teacher in County No.1 Middle School. This old Dong has had a brain tumor and can't speak neatly, but he is good at chess, which is equal to his father's level. I went home to play chess with my father every other day, almost rain or shine. He used to be a subordinate of his father, but now two old people are equal and often compete for victory or defeat. Once I was at home, watching the war, and my father was in danger. Old Dong hummed, picked up the car and said, "Yes!" Father blushed, grabbed Lao Dong's car and said loudly, "If you play around, your car can turn!" " "Old tung in no hurry. He looked carefully and muttered, "Ah, it's a serial." I laughed at the side. Sometimes I accompany my father for two games, but he still seems to regard me as the old Dong, who is extremely serious and cautious.

My father was not lonely in his later years, and there were many relatives at home. Brothers and sisters are all in the county, and they are in constant contact every day. My father's unit subscribes to a newspaper and a magazine for every veteran cadre. My father subscribes to my newspaper and senior magazine. He is deaf and seldom watches TV. Newspapers have become his main source of information in contact with the outside world. Seeing interesting things, he also told his mother. As time goes by, day by day. After I transferred from Xingtai to Shijiazhuang, I still insisted on visiting my parents once in my hometown for more than a month. My parents are getting older, and the days of leaving us are getting closer and closer. "Children should be raised and not with relatives." So every time I go home for more than a month, the pressure in my heart will accumulate bit by bit, so that I am so excited that I must go back to my hometown, all of a sudden!

In the early winter of 2002, my father came to Shijiazhuang to see a doctor because he had eczema on his hands. There are five or six jujube trees planted in the yard of the old village, and several bags of jujube are planted every year. Harvesting is a happy thing, but it will be very troublesome if it is sunburned for a long time. When the sun is shining, the roof is spread out and needs constant stirring. Father's hand may get sick because of this. It pains me to see his hands swollen and some fingers cracked. I took him to the Fourth Provincial Hospital and took medicine. Father is not a delicate person. If he feels unwell, he can carry it on his back and generally won't disturb the child. He often tells his mother that all his children have jobs and are very busy, so we should try our best to be healthy and not give them any trouble. After a lifetime of education, my father is notoriously amiable. Even he is very polite to his children, never bossing around. This year, my father was 75 years old. He came with his old mother, without the children. To my deep regret, I didn't have my own house at that time, so I rented two rooms, which was rather cramped. After seeing the doctor, my parents went back that day and couldn't stay any longer. The next summer, I finally got my own spacious house, but my father would never live in it. My father, who had been in good health for less than two months, suddenly became seriously ill and died forever after being hospitalized for a week. I never thought of it at that time. Accidents will happen. Things change, I can't help but sigh!

Father's evening scene is not a flower that blooms late, nor is it a sunset glow in the western sky. It is more like our century-old jujube tree. Although mottled or even cracked, it can be quietly covered with red dates every year. Today, my father has been away from us 10 years, but just like that old jujube tree, it still lives in our life and still bears sweet dates.

Family ties are endless.

Mom is lost.

The whole family is in a mess, looking around. I hurried back to my hometown, turned on the TV in a daze, and was broadcasting a news: an old lady walked to Xingtai to visit her children and grandchildren, and accidentally fell into the water in Renxian and was rescued. In the picture, an old lady is lying on a mat. That's her mother!

I hurried to the accident site in Renxian County and saw my mother lying on a mat, soaked to the skin. I climbed up to my mother and shouted, "Mom, Mom!" " "Mom opened her eyes, looked at me with muddy eyes, touched my face and said," Son. "I cried!

I woke up crying, but I had a dream and my body was still sobbing. I touched my face with my hand and forgot whether there were any tears.

It's been six years since mom left us, and it's been 12 years since dad died. Over the years, I still often meet them in my dreams. As the saying goes, I miss them every day and dream at night. I didn't think of them during the day and didn't mention them, but I fell asleep at night. To my amazement, the blood code is deeply rooted in the subconscious mind and is constantly presented and released at night. I am grateful for the existence of my dream, which brings my dead parents back to life. As in the past, my daily life is trivial and stable. I am happy in my dream. I am no longer an orphan who has lost the trust of my parents. I can still enjoy myself at my parents' knees and even go back to the carefree times. Su Dongpo said that life is like a dream. In fact, can we tell which dream is real and which reality is not?

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and find myself more and more like my father, and sometimes I can vaguely see my mother's face. Think about it carefully, their life as individuals has ended, but they still live in our children's hearts and dreams, and also live in our lives. Their lives actually continue on their children. We have their blood in our bodies, look like them, and even have stubborn similarities in temper, personality and living habits. Their genes are deposited in our bodies, just like crops are harvested one after another, but they leave seeds and multiply from generation to generation.

Why do I often dream about my parents? Is it my memory of them? Or their concern for me? Although yin and yang are separated and not in the same world, family relations are not suddenly interrupted. Every bit of time is stored in the depths of our lives, becoming a lifetime memory, lasting forever and full of fragrance. Umbilical cord can be cut, but no matter how far away Wan Li is, no matter what the yin and yang are, it can't be stopped.

How I wish my mother could live a long life after my father died. As long as she is here, even if she is bedridden, I have a mother and I am not an orphan. As long as I have a mother, I will always be a child until I am seventy or eighty years old. As long as there is a mother, my hometown is still my hometown, and my hometown is not my hometown. Parents are the firewall between life and death. If they were here, we wouldn't get sick, we can't get sick, we dare not get sick, we are not qualified to get sick, let alone the problem of death. Now, they are all gone, and we seem to be exposed to gunfire at once, and there is no cover anymore. When parents are in their prime, it is a day for children, a tree to shelter children from the wind and rain, and an old hen to protect chickens. Although they are old and frail and need the care and services of their children, they are still a safety valve psychologically.

Think about it, when my parents are around, it is really the happiest time in my life. After having a small family of my own, returning to my hometown on time has become the biggest concern. Every time I go home, I bring my wife, big bags and small bags, play chess with my father, and pack jiaozi with my mother. It is warm, harmonious and enjoyable. There are old people in the world and little people at the bottom. This is the most complete life structure and the best life years. Once you are old, you are an orphan, or you are old.

Writer Zhang Jie wrote a long article "The person who loves me the most in the world is gone", which is about her mother. I understand and appreciate her using the word "the most painful" to describe her maternal love. In fact, it can be said that it is the love of parents. Who loves you the most in a person's long or short life? Love you most? Care about you most? Only parents. Diplomat Li Zhaoxing said, I am ugly in the eyes of the world, but I am the most beautiful person in the world in the eyes of my mother. Children are always parents' treasures. Parents can suffer the greatest pain and suffering for their children, and even exchange their lives for life. They have no regrets and no conditions. From birth, babbling, to growing up and getting married, the child's figure will always be the concern of parents. There is a cloud in the Book of Songs: "My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, grow me and nurture me. Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen. If you want to report your virtue, you will be extremely confused. " Sincere and kind!

In the ancient "five ethics", apart from "monarch and minister", the relationship between father (mother) and son (daughter) ranked first. Brothers can be strangers, and couples can be strangers. Even if there are extreme cases in which father and son turned against each other, the blood relationship between father and son is doomed to be impossible to choose, cut off and be easier.

Freud said that dreams are the fulfillment of wishes. My parents have been dead for so many years, and I often dream about them, reflecting my deep thoughts about them. I once asked my eldest brother if he had such dreams as often as I do. He said no, I am the oldest of my parents' six children, and my eldest brother is the oldest. The age difference between us is 18 years, which means that both of them were born by their parents, and my eldest brother and his parents * * * lived longer than me 18 years! Time gave me a debt, so I let the dream form compensate and continue. I hope this dream can last for a long time. If there is an afterlife, I can continue to be a son for my parents.

(paternal) grandfather

A baby's cry announced the birth of a new life. The birth of this little thing gave me a crown: grandpa.

From being a father to being a ancestor, the annual rings of the years are expanding and advancing in this way, which is unstoppable. Looking at the monkey in makeup (the grandson is a monkey), I deeply felt the magic of life. The mysterious connection between me and this little life is endless from generation to generation, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before.

While we were waiting outside the delivery room, the nurse finally opened the small window and told me it was a boy. I couldn't help but wave my fist and say, Oh, yeah! My son told me that your wish has come true. It's not that I prefer boys to girls. I'm not so stubborn, but I do like boys in my heart. As a grandfather, I hope he will be "filial" in the future.

I thought of myself. I have never met my grandfather because he died when I was born. So, to me, grandpa is just a vague symbol. I only know that his name is Liu Xijue, but this name is different from ordinary people, even though he is only a farmer. I have never heard my father talk about his father. What happened to my grandfather is that I heard a little from my mother and big brother. Grandpa is an able man with a bad temper and the head of the village. He is nosy and enthusiastic. But my father and uncle are gentle, honest and kind. I can't imagine that their father has a bad temper. He must have inherited more genes from my grandmother. Grandpa's greatest contribution is to support their youngest son-his father went to school, ate public meals and became a national cadre.

My father was lucky enough to be a great-grandfather, that is, he enjoyed the happiness of four generations living under one roof. But I found that his closest relative is his grandson, and he seems to be much worse to his great-grandson. The so-called "intergenerational separation" among the people is reasonable. The concentration of family ties has been diluted after two generations, probably because people are old, and the younger generation has too many branches and leaves and not enough energy. Every time I take my son back to his hometown, when he calls his grandfather, his voice is a twisted answer, obviously happy. When my son was born, my father wrote a dozen names on the paper for me to choose from, but I didn't adopt any of them. He didn't care, and he was in high spirits.

Now I'm a grandfather, too. Being a grandfather is a psychological process for several years. At first, I refused, and my heart was to delay the progress of my son's marriage and childbirth. As the saying goes, a person's life is on his grandfather and on his shoes. The meaning is clear. Being a grandfather means that one is old and useless. And I'm in my prime, and I don't want to be a waste prematurely. A few years ago, a woman writer said to me, Tell you Liu, if you bring your grandson, we won't play with you! My son is 29 years old, and he goes to primary school like him. How can I stop others from becoming fathers? Therefore, I am happy to welcome my grandson and be a grandfather who is still full of enthusiasm, drive and energy.

Life is like this, each stage has its own scenery, and each stage is as wonderful as possible to form a complete and perfect life. The first thing I do when I come home from work now is to see my grandson, hug him and Doby him. If his grandson smiles, my grandfather's heart will bloom like a flower.

Sun Tzu's naming story

The birth of the grandson made the whole family happy. An important task fell on my new grandfather, that is to name his grandson.

A person's name is a great event, it will accompany people all their lives, and the meaning of the name will affect people's fate. Therefore, the name of the child must not be sloppy. Once watching the news, a corrupt official named Ma Genqi was arrested. You see, if it is uprooted, it will be all right soon. Can it be cured? Of course, this is a joke, but you should be careful with the name.

I laid down several principles for naming my grandson. First, I must have two words, because words are easy to repeat; Second, it is simple and easy to recognize, and it cannot be an uncommon word; Third, try to avoid popular words. It is said that there are countless newborns named "Zi Han" now; Fourth, there is code and meaning; Fifth, the third word must be improved, and there is no need to remove the voice.

Grandsons of my eldest brother and second brother are all arranged with the word "Ze", so the name of the grandson already has the word "Ze", so we can only choose the third word. This brings great limitations to naming, and there is little room for turning around. The meaning of "lustre" includes moistening, luster, color and so on. Like "Dong Ze" and "Zemin", they are all names with heavy atmosphere and extraordinary significance. From the five elements, harmony from water, and the theory of mutual development between Jin and aquatic wood, the third word should have the word "wood", and the grandson is a monkey, and the monkey likes wood, so he decided to look for it from the word "wood". I looked through a lot of classic poems, looking for the connection between the word ze and the word mu, and found a few, all of which meant bad things. Simply looking for the word "wood" is almost unsatisfactory.

It is difficult for me to understand that the ancients said that "a name stands, and it lingers for ten days and a month" is true. But it's been a week since the baby was born, so you can't always be a nobody. On Saturday morning, I found classic works such as Laozi, Zhuangzi, The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, Songs of the South, and the Book of Songs, and prepared for a big fight. First, I took out Laozi, and it said at the beginning: "Tao can be Tao, extraordinary Tao, famous name, extraordinary name." Nothing, the beginning of the world; Yes, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is often nothing and I want to see its wonders; Often, I want to see it. The two come out with different names, called Xuan, Xuan, Xuan and Wan Qi Gate. " I suddenly realized, shine at the moment, "Liu Zeming" stand out! I can't find a place to take it, and I don't have to read a bunch of prepared classic books. "Tao" and "Ming" are two key words in Tao Te Ching. "Ming" is the externalization of "Tao" Although the wonderful way is hard to say, it can always be famous. Everything should be famous before it can be known by the world. For example, a person must have a name to establish contact with the world. "Name" is really an important thing. It can be understood as nourishing all famous things, or making names shine and shine in the world.

Since then, there has been a name of Liu Ze in the world.