Father's Quotations ‖ Three sentences with far-reaching influence

The epidemic is not completely over, almost two months. Just the simple activities in the hospital have made me overjoyed. The people at the construction site finally met. This meeting is the first formal meeting in the non-nucleic acid era. We smiled at each other. In laughter, in addition to joy, there is also a fierce Zhang Fei style of our hair. It is of course unrealistic to go out for a haircut alone. Even if it is, it is not at ease. After consulting with the project department, please come in two hairdressers.

Regardless of the level of haircut, this kind of stimulation is worth the ticket price. Not counting two hairdressers, there are many other words. A good haircut is the whole atmosphere of the vegetable market. It's my turn My ears in front of the mirror are listening to the hum of the electric push, but my thoughts have traveled through time and space and returned to the era of pushing when I was a child.

A chair and an apron. A pair of scissors and a comb always appear in my father's hand at the right time. At the right time or two months ago, or a few years ago; There is another punishment, a haircut. Tailored for me.

The head of a baby boy doesn't need to look good, just cut it flat; You don't need profound skills, you just need patience. Patience is slow, no matter how slow. But my father just didn't have patience, or deliberately didn't. There is only one result of impatience, and my hair is pinched. There is only one result of pinching hair, which hurts. It's not very painful, and scratching your heart and liver is helpless.

? one

Seven years old and eight years old, cats and dogs don't want to see each other. What people say can't be false. Naughty, more can't pretend.

On July 9, the geese didn't come, but the ice on the river produced many small bubbles. The river won't open until August 9th. What can't be opened is our limited cognition. The ice that I played all winter should be like this now, because cotton-padded clothes, trousers and shoes are all on me.

The river is not deep, the deepest part is only half a meter. Don't worry, my Lord, so do we. Because the whole winter is our playground. Skating cars are luxury goods, only a few partners have them, and most of them can only use soles. Happiness is the same whether it is a skating car or a sole.

"Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", but we are not ducks. If you are not a duck, you certainly don't know that ice is not a whole. Even if you know, you can't stop playing. The shallow part of the sun has turned into water, and the shady part is fine, but we are also cold in the shady part. Who doesn't want to find a warm place in winter? Play, too

I belong to the king among several friends. I am the king, not only because I am taller than them, but also because I am bolder than them all.

I walked to the ice first, carefully, there was nothing. One more stomp and you'll be fine. One came up and there was nothing; Two came up, nothing; The last one came up, which was tragic: click! The ice splits at a speed visible to the naked eye. There is no king at this time, and they are rushing to run.

In the winter sunset, five feet are neatly raised in the air. Their owner lies flat on the dead lawn, with one leg in his hands and his feet up. The dry lawn has a gentle slope and faces the west. Immature ideas don't consider whether they are effective or not. The only thing I know is that it is essential to go home wet and scold.

The setting sun is as red as fire. The children's faces are red, too. That red, not sunburn, is urgent. Anxiety leads to fear, and fear leads to accidents. Father passed by after work and found his little feet. Smile when you see us. There are many kinds of laughter. "The Princess's Smile" is happy from the inside out; Father's smile is a skin smile rather than a flesh smile, which is very scary.

Father boiled hot water, put it in a pot and added a few slices of ginger. Press my foot hard in the water. That foot is redder. I kept inhaling and didn't dare to resist.

"No matter how fun, we should pay attention to safety. It is a fool to do it knowing that there is danger. "

My father's education level is not high, but he explained it with his understanding: "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"A man should be responsible. If he is wrong, he is wrong. He should actively find ways to correct it, not cover it up. " My father rubbed my feet and said, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Ok, let's get a haircut tonight. "

I shivered and was afraid. Before it started, my scalp was itchy, sour and itchy. The lesson is profound. The profundity lies not in falling into the river, nor in the raw pain of frozen feet, but in the sour pain from scalp to heart.

? two

In the 1980s, there was a serious shortage of materials. This is especially true in rural areas. Spring is warm, flowers bloom, but there is no fruit. Causes the snack fruit to be green and yellow. Forget the snacks. There are only biscuits in the shop. One yuan one yuan, not everyone can afford it. Only the apples bought last autumn have a little left. Little friends and adults launched a war of stealing Tibet. Use wisdom, not courage.

The adults tried their best to hide it in a big crock. In the cupboard. The hardest part is hanging from the beam. We racked our brains to steal, stepped on a small bench and fished in a big crock; In the cupboard, one holds the other and grabs it; On the beam, three people are stacked together, that's enough. No matter how you steal, you dare not take more. Every two days or every three days. Share it. It is especially fragrant to enjoy the fruits of one's labor.

In early summer, friends' attention shifted from apples. I can't help touching it. It's gone. Wild vegetables have become the biggest snacks. Playing crazy, running tired, just make a nest in the waist-high Artemisia grass and lie down and watch the sky.

A peach tree was planted behind the house of a family opposite. Peach blossoms have withered, leaving only peaches with thumbs, dense and dense. People, no matter what they do, have to find a reason. Whether it's convincing yourself or others. It seems that as long as there is a reason, you can be fearless and go forward bravely. I declare: choose. The reason is that it takes a lot of energy and perseverance to look at flowers and peaches every day.

Picking peaches is different from stealing apples. The apple is my own, and I have no burden in my heart. Picking peaches carefully, shivering. Get close to the fence, get in, push, turn around and run. Back to the nest, in shock. Looking back, no one. Relax, sit down and enjoy. It's sour and astringent, not very delicious. The greatest psychological comfort-yes, talk is better than nothing. Grind sourly and eat with relish.

The hardest part is actually in the beginning It's easy to form habits at first. Habits are terrible, just like us, the road is that road and the tree is that tree. "There is no road in the world, and more people will become roads." There are peaches on the tree, but if you pick them many times, there are no peaches. I'm not afraid of picking peaches, but I'm even more afraid of enjoying them, but the head of the household suddenly appears and is afraid.

In front of the householder, my father's rough palm was in close contact with my tender little hand, and my tears flowed straight out. My father said a little word and promised not to make mistakes before he calmed down.

The householder subsided, and his father's anger was just beginning. Standing as punishment and reflection. These are all acceptable. For me growing up, watching my father eat is the biggest punishment.

Father asked me to review. What can seven or eight-year-old children review? Don't tell your father that you shouldn't always go the same way? Or tell my father that you shouldn't choose any tree at random? No, neither. I can only bow my head honestly, "I was wrong."

"It is not easy for anyone to work hard to serve one thing, but you want something for nothing. There is no banquet that never ends. "

Father sighed, "I don't need you to understand, but you must remember: to be a man is worthy of heaven and earth and your own conscience."

I really don't understand, but I remember. Under the stick comes a dutiful son. I don't know, but I know it must hurt. It hurts. It's hard to remember.

three

I just entered junior high school, and I am thirteen years old this year. The school is fifteen miles away from home. Either an asphalt road or an ordinary dirt road. It takes forty minutes to ride a bike. I can only leave for the morning class before dawn. Fortunately, there are beautiful women. A chariot. Go to school together every day and then go home together.

It was very cold that winter. It snowed all night. That snow, white. There is no other color between heaven and earth; It snows heavily. It is a trivial matter that the door can't be pushed open. From a distance, you can't see the ditch.

School? Forget it. How hot the bed is. But my father has cleared the snow in the yard. Staring at me, I quickly got up, washed, had breakfast and left with my schoolbag on my back. Forget the bike. Father was carrying a shovel, and his short body blocked the cold wind. I passed a lesbian scientist and asked her to go with me.

About two miles of ridge road twists and turns. Next to farmland, along the river bank. But this is the only way to the main road. It's a smooth road now. It's different.

It's so cold that we can't wait to put our heads in our clothes. But the advantage is that the snow is frozen hard. Father walks in front, and if it gets stuck, he will wave a shovel to clean it up. That snowflake is in full bloom in the early morning sun. Gorgeous and magnificent

"Your father doesn't care much about you, and he doesn't come with such heavy snow." The female classmate pursed her lips and was very unhappy. "Why don't you care about me?" The voice is getting smaller and smaller. "He has something to do." He bowed his head. A touch of red on the face. Father glared at me. I quickly shut up.

Take a walk. Stop, stop. Twenty minutes, on the road. A row of rut marks, winding forward. At the intersection, my father stood in a sculpture and watched us walk away.

Walking together, not lonely. Joking and fighting. I arrive at school in an hour and a half. Of the more than 50 students in the class, only a dozen spoke. There are few people, so naturally there is no need to attend classes. study on one's own

Winter nights always come earlier. At three o'clock in the afternoon, school is over. I'm still with my female classmates. On the way, she talked about her father not coming to see me off, with sarcasm. Her eyes were full of tears.

The roads are rugged, not to mention the rural roads. Climbing over the slope, a figure came in the distance, retrograde and tall. With the approach, female students' eyes are brighter and brighter, and their smiles are like the most gorgeous flowers, blooming a little. Meet that figure and fly into the forest like a swallow. Her father is here, halfway! The female students snuggled up together. Satisfied. Proud. Proud.

Her father turned around and took our hands. The setting sun deeply carved a big shadow and two small shadows on the dazzling white snow. The meaning of caring is particularly warm.

Look at the intersection again, my father is there, as if he had never left. Snow, footprints and cigarette butts are everywhere. Smile, from the moment you saw me, bloomed on the frozen red face. Go home! My female classmates and I skipped in front, followed by two fathers.

Are your feet frozen stiff? Do you need to warm up? My father kept a straight face until my touch spread to my face.

"Son, I heard you make fun of your classmates this morning. The reason why you didn't say it at that time was because I wanted you to understand that what you said was your own imagination and there was no basis at all. "

"Remember, what you see is not necessarily true. Don't take subjective assumptions as facts. "

Thinking of the afternoon, I nodded and lowered my head again. Shame.

Father is rude and unreasonable. Just to remind me of the truth of being a man. For my father, I am afraid and respectful.

One day, my father suddenly became an equal with me and even discussed it, only to find that my father was old. The once straight spine, inadvertently, I bent.

Father, don't worry. Your words will never change. Forever!