Looking at the world while sitting on my father’s shoulders

I went to karaoke with my friends a few days ago, and someone asked for a song called "Father". "That was when I was a child. I used to sit on my father's shoulders. My father was the ladder to the sky, and my father was the ox that pulled the cart..."

When the affectionate song sounded, my father's voice sounded The smile suddenly appeared in front of my eyes... When I was a child, I often sat on my father's shoulders and watched the world, and the past flowed through my heart like water.

When I was a child, almost every day before going to bed, I would sit on my father’s shoulders and ask my father to put me on a horse to turn the switch on the TV box (cable broadcast). That was the happiest moment of my day. time. After such a close interaction with my father, I could go to sleep peacefully.

I often sit on my father’s shoulders when singing operas in the village. That was because he put me on his shoulders so that I could see the show clearly on the stage. Riding on my father's shoulders, I could not only see the program clearly on the stage, but also see the dark crowd of heads in front and the spectacular scene of young people "crowding the front stage" from time to time. When I saw the wonderful things, I danced happily, and my father He always holds my legs tightly, for fear that I will move around and make a mistake.

When I was in school, my father became the captain of the production team. For some reason, my mother often quarreled with my father. Later I found out that it was because my father often brought things from home for collective use. My father always said that I am a cadre and I have to do things for everyone. My mother retorted, "When you become a cadre, you make money for your family. It's better for you. You don't get any benefit at all, and you still pay for it to the public family." The father would not make any more excuses, but would still take things from home.

The most unforgettable thing for me is the "Rain Festival" every spring.

The spring is cold and the busy farming season has begun. It is the season for rice seedling cultivation in the Jinci area of ??Taiyuan City. The locals call it "playing with rice seedlings" or "making rice seedlings." It sounds easy, but actually doing it is not as relaxing and enjoyable as "playing" in the word "playing".

In the paddy fields in early spring, the water is bitingly cold. As the production captain, my father led the members to the edge of the field without even frowning. With his trouser legs rolled up, his big feet undulated in the muddy water.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in order to sell the lotus vegetables of the production team at a good price before the Spring Festival, so that the commune members could get a few extra cents during the Chinese New Year, my father led several old farmers to open up the ice ballast in the paddy fields and use a special Using a shovel, he carefully dug out the lotus vegetables from the mud, then carried them back to the production team headquarters one by one, and then used his hands to break off the frozen mud that had not yet fully awakened from the lotus vegetables.

Because my father "played with rice seedlings and made rice fields" every year in the early spring and dug lotus seeds in the cold winter months, many hard knots appeared on his two calves. His mother looked heartbroken and advised him not to do this, but his father always said that he was a cadre and should be like this.

These excellent qualities of my father have left a deep mark on my childhood memories. Inadvertently, I often hear adults talking about my father being a good person. Whenever this happens, I always feel extremely proud.

Now that my father is far away from me, I often think of him, every detail of my father, and the happy times of riding on his shoulders when I was a child.

Xiaogen (Taiyuan)