Father's Day greetings (Father's Day thoughts)

Father's Day greetings-It will be the third anniversary of Liu Xiaoyuan's father's death in one month. For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, I always feel that my father has not left, and his voice, face and smile are still vivid. My father was born in Liu Jiayuan Village, Wuli Town on 1934 1 20th. My grandfather died when my father was nine years old. My grandmother took my little father and aunt back to her mother's home, Longfang in Huangling, and later married in a remote mountain village in Fuxian County. The young father cut firewood and went home, but he couldn't find his mother, brother and sister who ran away from home without even saying hello. The crying father ran to the boss in the village to find his mother in the west. Go to the neighboring village to find him, knowing that my mother is in a small mountain village hundreds of miles away. Later, I learned that my grandfather followed my grandmother's two brothers to the revolution in northern Shaanxi. Because of the pursuit of the Kuomintang, my grandmother's family hurriedly picked up my grandmother and my little father and aunt. Time was tight, so I didn't bring my father who hadn't come home after chopping wood. After grandma left home, the teenager's father worked as a long-term laborer, herding cattle, farming, carrying water and chopping wood. His father seldom tells us about his experiences as a teenager, probably because those things that hurt his heart made his father feel terrible. He didn't want his children to know. Mother does know something, saying that my father was a long-term worker when he was a child, eating millet buns and having a bad stomach. My father is most afraid of night, because when I was a child, night was the time for my father to feed the cows and fetch water. Sometimes he has to stir the water in a deep well in the dark. His father is afraid that the well is not safe. When my father was a teenager, he suffered from hunger, cold and hardship in the world. Lonely and weak, he took on the responsibility of life. This also made my father indomitable and kind-hearted in his later years. The 20-year-old father is already a handsome young man. I was introduced to 18-year-old mother, who was adopted by her son-in-law and came to Baijiayuan village. Father and mother got married in Liu Jiayuan village, their father's hometown. Mom often says that your father is embarrassed. When he got married, there was nothing at home, an old kiln, a heatable adobe sleeping platform and a wok table. When he got married, the quilt was tattered, and all the clothes he wore were knitted and sewn by his grandmother. Because my father is hardworking, simple, smart and capable, modest, filial to my grandfather and kind to my grandmother. The 32-year-old father was elected as the village secretary. My father is charitable. What I can remember is that in the 1970s and 1980s, people from Henan, Anhui and Shandong, who were called "runners" at that time, came to Baijiayuan Village, and their father would tell them to go home for dinner and accommodation. Although I can't remember their names now, such as Ma Xiao and Lao Qiao in Henan, Xiao Liu and Lao Liu in Shandong and Lao Yan in Anhui. There is also Lao Li, a tinker in the local Wang village of Yijun, and so on. They are all friends who get help from their father. Father always said, if you can help others, help them and do good deeds! At that time, the family was poor. Sometimes, for a meal, my mother complained that the whole family didn't eat, and my father took those people home without saying hello. I remember one time, my mother cooked a pot of vegetables and went out for a walk. My father met two young men who had been hungry all day at the entrance to the village and took them home. The pot of food used for walking actually made them eat everything. The two young people were grateful and said, "Thanks to Liu Shu for saving his life, we will never forget Liu Shu's great kindness." After that meal, these two boys often come to my house and get along well with my eldest brother. My eldest brother said that one of them is a native of Zhang Wenqing, 1952, who sings Beijing opera very well. A man named Kao Zhiyong, 1954, knows martial arts. Later, when they returned to their hometown in Shandong, there was no contact. I wish the two bosses happiness and well-being. In Yijun, some people may still remember that a few years ago, an old man in Shanyang County supported a pole and sold radish seeds in Huangling, Yijun, Tongchuan. Every May 13, I will come to my house for dinner and accommodation, chat with my father, catch up with the old and talk about the new. In fact, my mother didn't say these things to her face. The guests left and nagged, and the whole family didn't eat. You let those who are not involved eat, and life can't go on. Sometimes, my father and mother argue about these things. Physical conflict prevailed first, but my grandmother was unequivocal. As long as my father dares to touch my mother, he will fly into a rage, not asking questions, and the three-inch golden lotus will leap high, waving a cane. Grandma has a glib tongue, and her swearing words are sharp, sharp and sharp. Father finally lost. Father loves matchmaking, who has a young man, who has a girl, who has a good family, who is difficult to talk about, who has something to say, who is difficult to talk about. Father walked around, soft grinding hard foam. But these are all free. If you have a good family, please have a meal. If the family is poor, my father often buys several packs of cigarettes and cigarettes at his own expense. He once said that more than 50 couples were introduced to a family for life. I heard that my father was ill, and a couple came back from Xianyang to visit their introducer, my father. My father has no schooling or education, but he attaches great importance to cultural education. I remember once going to Yijun and meeting Zhao Qiaoling in the joint treatment room. She said, "I have great respect for your father. He is a man of foresight. In the early 1980s, I asked your grandmother to cook for your brothers and accompany me. Your father was a pioneer who accompanied me. It is amazing that a rural person can think of it and make it. " Teacher Zhang Huailin of Yijun often tells me, "I have taught in Wuli Town for many years, and you have many brothers. Every five days, your father will bring you steamed buns with his bag on his back. " With my father's attention, we both finished high school and some went to college. Eldest brother loves music and painting, and his father who doesn't know music bought him erhu and suona. I like calligraphy. Every time I write, my father stands by and watches quietly. Sometimes he comments that this article is well written, but there is something wrong with the structure. In fact, he doesn't know many words, and he always encourages me. My father and the villagers get along well, which can be said to be harmony, and it is this special identity. My mother is very experienced in the village. Most people in the village call me father, uncle or old uncle. Yijun locals like to joke with my uncle, and my father is optimistic and sunny. The day before his father died, Lock Ping came to my house and asked, "Uncle, do you know who I am?" Father's body is very weak and he can't open his eyes. His voice was low: "You are cool." I didn't even think that at the end of my life, it was still the nickname of optimism and humor. I went to Jianping's for a haircut the other day. Jianping told me something I never knew. Ten years ago, life was tight at that time. His wife and brother are very ill and need money for treatment. He went to many villages and received no money. On his way home, he met my father, who was herding cattle and carrying cattle grass on his back. He told my father the reason for borrowing money with a glimmer of hope. Father said without hesitation, "Come on, my uncle just sold a cow." My father left his grandparents at the age of nine. We can't restore that time, but I've been thinking, how can a child under ten eat and dress without the warm embrace of his parents? How did you get through the winter? How does a child get through the night? After I married my mother, I raised our six brothers for school, built brick kilns and married. There are so many hardships to support grandparents that we can't imagine. Overwork made my father bedridden in his later years, and my mother was duty-bound to take care of my father's daily life. Busy during the day, chatting with parents at night. My father used to say that my childhood friend in my hometown of Liu Jiayuan fell down with this one and cut wood with that one. The legend of tea in Zhou Wang, Liu Jiayuan, Wang Yaodong, Kannonji, a hundred courtyards, my little father raised more than 30 nests of bees in Fuxian County, and my aunt's home has more than ten acres of apple orchards in ji zi. I remember one morning, I went to the toilet and came back to lie in bed. Suddenly, I had a stomachache, which was unbearable. The sharp pain made me roll in bed. I shouted and the water on my head ran down my head. My mother called my eldest brother, pressed the painful part and kept massaging. My father, who had been paralyzed in bed for nearly a year, came to me with a cane, touched my head and cried, "What happened to my baby?" What happened? You scared most of them to death. " Although I was speechless with pain, what I saw was that my father walked back and forth from his home to mine for more than a dozen times with crutches and trembling legs that day. I don't know how my father stood up and walked, but love created a miracle of life, and love shook everything. Massage by big brother and mother eased the symptoms. Later, I went to the hospital for examination. It was urinary calculi and underwent lithotripsy. Everything is fine. My father is respected and impartial. Anyone who has done unfair things should be criticized and corrected in person. Who did good deeds, he also praised and promoted righteousness. There are contradictions between neighbors, and father mediates. After the son got married, the elder brother wanted to share, and the father gave him a reasonable share. Take people who have something in their hometown in Liu Jiayuan, for example. They all say they will come back to deal with it. My father is also an expert in planting crops. He is proficient in all kinds of things, such as raising seedlings and sowing, plowing and raking, mowing grass and wheat straw, and popularizing fields. Tong Tiansuo, a livestock vendor in Wuli Town, said that the cattle raised were fat and strong. "No one can surpass the cattle raised by uncle Liu of Yijun Huangling." Father got married at the age of twenty and left at the age of eighty-three. My mother and I have worked hard for more than 60 years through ups and downs. In order to make a living and raise children, we have worked hard together. I have been noisy all my life, and sometimes I fight. But also inseparable, love, love. My father was bedridden in his later years, and my mother took good care of him and accompanied him. Food and shelter should be taken care of. Father doesn't want to leave, and often says to his mother, "When I get well, I'll chop wood and cook for you, and we'll feed a cow and plant all kinds of vegetable gardens. Let's take the train, fly and have fun. " This reminds me of Haizi's poem: "From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world." From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers. " My father, an ordinary farmer, is also looking forward to a poetic and beautiful life. An ordinary person is also very romantic! I clearly know that my father has gone to another world. But I always feel that my father is still there, still lying on the kang at home, still working in the fields, still laughing and acting in a trance. I really want to talk to my father again. I always feel that my father and son have a lot to say! My eldest brother said to me, "Tomb-Sweeping Day will erect a monument to his father next year. Write an inscription to my father and write about his life. " I don't know how to write and express everything in my father's life in words. When I finished reading this passage to my 82-year-old mother, my old mother who accompanied my father for more than 60 years said with tears, "Your father has been a capable pedestrian all his life!"