A great man of a generation-----my father

Text/Baifuxian

My father was born on May 1, 1940, March 24 of the lunar calendar. He is a dragon, and he fully embodies the spirit of the dragon. The dragon combines the advantages of all animals, and his father combines the advantages of many people.

My father is a model of hard work, the embodiment of wisdom, a pair of superbly skilled hands, a righteousness that can be seen from the sun and the moon, a heroic spirit that reaches the sky, a filial heart that moves the world, a kind heart, and a happy life. Dedication is a veritable combination of political integrity and talent, talent and appearance, showing kindness to others, and can be called a outstanding person of the generation. Worth learning from.

? My father came from a wealthy family. When he was a child, the family of 24 people ate from one pot of rice, and the five sisters-in-law took turns cooking. I heard from my father that my grandma cooked the best tea and rice at that time, and one of the mothers-in-law cooked the best food. She was married from a small family, and she gets worried when it's her turn to cook. She's too narrow-minded, and quarrels with her husband every time it's her turn to cook. When the sisters-in-law see them quarreling, they cook together because the men work from the fields. She was alive, and the children were also hungry. They were all waiting for food. We couldn't let everyone go hungry just because she was alone. One day, this woman, who was afraid of cooking, walked out the door with a bowl of fried rice. My father ran out of the house, and the bowl of hot porridge fell on my father's stomach. It was a hot day. Dad was only wearing a thin shirt. According to Dad, it was so hot that his belly was just a piece of paper thin and his intestines were vaguely visible. Because there was a lack of medical treatment at that time, pumpkin pulp was used as medicine and it took a long time to heal. From then on, the root cause of the disease was a weak stomach. But my father did not resign himself to fate. He knew that his physical foundation was not good, so he insisted on exercising. He practiced Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in winter, all year round. Even on Sanjiu days, he insisted on getting up at 6:00 and wearing tank tops and shorts for running. The habit of exercising continued until retirement, but I no longer wore tank tops and shorts. In addition to running, my father also practices Bagua Lotus Palm, Shaolin fingerpicking, and sword and stick techniques. My brother was frail and sickly when he was a child, so his father taught him swordsmanship when he was 7 years old. Later, my brother learned many boxing techniques by himself, and his health got better and better. He continues to practice boxing until now. Dad not only exercised himself, he also mobilized our whole family to exercise and created better conditions for exercise. He made table tennis cases and basketball boards for the family, bought table tennis balls, badminton balls (sometimes made of chicken feathers), badminton rackets, Cut wood into swords and knives, twist hemp into rope yourself, and make a skipping rope. Tie a rope to the beam and swing...

Grandpa and grandma gave birth to six children: my eldest aunt, my father, my uncle, my second aunt, my third aunt, my brother-in-law, and I After my father, my uncle came soon after. My grandma was too busy taking care of my uncle to take care of my dad. So when I was a child, my dad was closer to my grandma than to my mom. My grandma put so much energy into the smart and handsome uncle. However, God failed to fulfill his wishes. The uncle only lived to be 11 years old and then died young. Grandma was heartbroken, but it was Dad who gave her hope and healed her trauma. Dad has been smart since he was a child, loves reading and painting, and has determined to be a self-improving man since he was a child! He learned to do all the farm work: planting, harvesting, grinding, stacking millet, hunting beetles, building walls, building houses... Before he was about 16 years old, he could do all the farm work, and his work was very efficient. When he was 17 years old, he was building terraces in the mountains. He could do the work of several people by himself. Of course, he also had an amazing appetite: he could eat three bowls of rice in one meal.

? In 1958, my 18-year-old father recruited workers to work in the Hui'an Chemical Plant. A group of ten young men from the same village went there. The work in the factory was very tiring, and the others couldn't hold on, so they went back. , only my father was not afraid of getting tired, persevered, and finally became a full-time employee. After only a few months on the job, the factory sent my father as a buyer to Harbin for purchasing. The winter temperature there was about minus 40 degrees. It was very difficult for a young man who had lived in a temperate zone for a long time. But my father was not afraid and still insisted on exercising. However, in Before leaving the house, put on a sweater and move around a bit before going out for a run. The local people admired my father's courage very much. When grandma thought about her young son, who was far away in the cold and had no news for several months due to the inconvenience of communication, the man who was less than 50 years old was so anxious that his hair turned all white.

well! The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles! When my father came back half a year later, my grandma was so excited that tears filled her eyes. However, the task assigned to Dad by the factory was successfully completed.

? The factory saw that my father was very capable, so he made him the team leader, and later the section chief of the supply department. Dad strived for excellence in his work, and the warehouse he managed was neatly arranged. , even the paint buckets were polished to a bright shine, the accounts were clear and clear, and my father’s mind was a "living ledger", with thousands of accounts, how much of something, who took how much, How much is left can be remembered very accurately without looking at the ledger. Some leaders often test Dad and don't believe in his living ledger. However, they have tried and failed and have to admire Dad's superb management level and superhuman memory ability. Dad also has a unique skill: "living scale beam". What does it mean? For example, if someone wants a pound of corn and six ounces, Dad only needs to scoop out two spoons, weigh it, and then give back more and less, and it will definitely be a pound of six ounces. Or, for example, if someone wants 30 screws, Dad can give them to him in one handful. You caught it just right. Dad is also good at inventing and creating, and has already made more than 30 inventions in the factory. Because of this, Dad is rated as an advanced worker or model worker every year. One wall of our home is covered with my father’s certificates, which become a beautiful scenery in our home. My father has taken home countless awards. Dad’s highest honor was the National Level Five Bureau Model Worker. Dad was invited to go to factories across the country to give experience presentations, and I kept a lot of photos, all of which were taken when Dad was giving speeches. At that time, Dad was about 40 years old and in the prime of life. While the country arranged for my father to give speeches across the country, it also arranged for my father to travel. It should be said that my father has traveled to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland for free. He can be said to be well-informed. Dad's wide-ranging knowledge is consistent with his love. Inseparable from reading. During my father's spare time in Hui'an, apart from cooking, exercising, growing vegetables and trees, working as a porter at the train station, and occasionally playing poker, he spent most of his time reading. He could finish a three-centimeter-thick book in two or three days. Book. He has read a lot of books, whether it is history, agriculture, nature, literature, geography, science, astronomy, or even medicine, the Book of Changes, etc. Dad has dabbled in a wide range of books. He is knowledgeable and communicates with us. Talking about the past and the present, quoting classics, nothing was difficult for him to say. Although he only had a junior high school diploma, I think that many college students today may not have as broad a knowledge as their father.

? Someone asked: How come your dad still grows vegetables, trees, and cooks alone in the factory? This is what makes my father great. In order to save money, he cooks his own food. Vegetables are grown on wasteland by myself. In order to improve the quality of life, my father also planted peach trees, pear trees, and pomegranate trees on the wasteland. In addition to eating these fruits and vegetables himself, he also shares some with his colleagues and brings them home on weekends. Some, and give some to grandma. In order to earn more money to support the family, my father also used his spare time to go to the train station to help people unload goods. Dad is really hardworking and meritorious!

? Dad is not only outstanding at work, but also top-notch at home. As long as he comes home, he is basically busy. He has to do all the work that men need to do during the week. He has to deal with some ideological and behavioral problems in the children and has to do ideological work. Dad is never afraid of letting the children endure hardship. To put it bluntly: If you want to love your child, you must let him suffer more when he is a child. I remember when I was about 10 years old, my father asked me to pull a cart to grind rice and flour in a neighboring village. I would go to the Hui'an factory to make rice and feed the pigs with my mother. During the holidays, I would go to the fields to do farm work, or cut and pull grass for the pigs. , or cooking at home or doing female work; on the twelfth lunar month, he asked me to take someone else's car to Qin Town to buy radishes. I could have taught others to bring them back, but he just wanted to train me, so he had to ask me to go. It was so cold that I couldn’t walk after I came back, and I stayed warm on the kang for a long time without feeling. Dad’s point of view: Learn and learn. I remember when I was about 6 years old, my father taught me how to tie a hot pepper. My mother said, "How can such a small child tie a hot pepper? By the way, don't ruin the baby." My father said, "No one is born and can do everything. You know it? Confucius said: Come and learn, daddy, teach me. "Sure enough, after some training, I can tie the pepper and become the envy of others. Dad often turns hard things into joy.

He goes to work in the fields with us. He will choose the right time, such as: in summer and autumn, he will choose to go in the morning and evening. When he goes, he will bring sweet and sour water, fruit, beer, and dry food. He can eat when he is tired. Drink, and while working, dad will tell many interesting or inspirational stories, so that you can work easily while listening to the stories, and the work will be finished before you know it. If you are shucking corn or braiding corn in the yard, move the radio or television to the yard and listen or watch while you work. He would also wash some fruit for everyone to eat every now and then. He would tell us stories when there were no radios or televisions.

How to say it? Being with dad is fun and fun. Dad has endless creativity and the ability to make life colorful.

I remember when I was a child during the Chinese New Year, my father asked our family to get up at 4:30, saying: "Be diligent on the first day of the new year, make a good start, and be diligent all year round." We put on new clothes sleepily and washed our faces. , my father and my brother set off firecrackers together. We girls were afraid of setting off firecrackers, so we hid in the house. After setting off the firecrackers, we set off the flowers, butterflies and ground mice at home. At this time, the three of us sisters came out to watch and watch these happy things. The little elves were jumping around under our feet with red and blue lights, and our hearts were filled with joy. After the firecrackers were set off, mother cooked the dumplings, and it was time for us to eat. Our family has never worshiped gods or Buddhas, but we are very kind-hearted. After dinner, as usual, we have to say New Year greetings to our parents. The four of us, brother and sister, take turns, first saying New Year greetings, and then bowing three times to our parents. Next, it’s time to hold the family New Year’s meeting. We eat melon seeds and peanut candies while holding the annual annual meeting. Dad summarizes the family work of the previous year and announces the new year’s plan. Then let everyone talk about their personal plans for the new year. After the annual meeting, there was a personal talent show. Some sang, some sang and danced, some boxed, some told stories, some told jokes, and some recited poems... The show was over, and the weather was over. It was bright, and under the leadership of my father, we went to pay New Year's greetings to our grandparents with gifts.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, we were going to my grandma’s house to pay New Year greetings. My father rode a bicycle, with two in front and two in the back. He hummed a song and rode for a walk. Because it was only 5 miles away, my mother walked. .

? Before there were electric fans in our house, my father once made a super large fan for our house: it was as big as a door in the house today, made of cardboard, and hung in the air in the house. A long rope was tied to it. When it was hot, we children took turns to pull the fan to fan ourselves. I remember that we all loved pulling the fan, just like playing. In the mid-1990s, when our children were 4 or 5 years old, my father also made dragon lanterns, bamboo horses, and land boats. The little angels were so happy that they almost went crazy, and the adults were also happy. Later, we all got married, but whenever we went, as long as my father's health allowed, he would chat with us, play poker, and table tennis, and make us delicious chicken and sweet dishes.

In 1988, my father personally designed three three-story buildings for our family. At that time, no one in our village built a building, and we were the first. According to my father’s design: the front door on the first floor was a square door. The windows on both sides are antique carved lattice. The construction was simplified and the lattice is slightly larger. The middle door is a sun round door. The living room has two cement square columns with mirrors on them. The living room occupies the middle room and one on each side. To the west of the house is my brother and sister-in-law's house, and to the east is my parents' house. The back door is a double square door. The layout of the second floor is the same as the first floor, except that the front door is a round moon door, the back door is a single square door, and there is a sports ground in the middle of the living room. Now there is a table tennis case, and on the two square pillars are the big red and yellow characters written by my father: blessing and longevity. The house on the west is a warehouse, and the house on the east is my father's studio. There is only one room on the third floor, which was originally used as a library, where it is more quiet to read. In the yard, my father originally designed a lotus pond. This lotus pond was indeed popular in our yard for three years. At that time, fish were swimming around in the lotus pond, and the green lotus leaves were held high like umbrellas. , the bright lotus flowers attract bees and butterflies, how pleasant it is! Later, because I needed to dry the grain, I reluctantly filled up the lotus pond.

Dad’s craftsmanship can be seen everywhere in our house: the dragon and tiger paintings hanging on the wall are lifelike, the landscape paintings are wonderfully crafted, the flower and bird paintings are lifelike, and the murals painted on the walls are as beautiful as fairyland. . There are also artistic calligraphy written by my father. There are paintings within the words, and there are words within the paintings. They are both words and paintings. The combination of the two is very clever and full of fun.

Many of the things used at home are works of art made by my father: oil lamps and electric lamp bases are made of wood and iron wire by my father. The petals are carved from wood, the flowers and leaves are cut from iron sheets, and the stamens are made from iron sheets. Made of thin wire, the whole feeling is that there are flowers in the vase, and a flower pole protrudes from behind the flowers. What is blooming on the flower pole is not a flower but an oil lamp. Isn't it a clever idea? The base of the electric lamp is carved with dragons and phoenixes in auspicious forms, with gorgeous colors and majestic atmosphere. Dad’s masterpieces are everywhere on the table, cabinets and boxes. There is a magpie carved by my father on the porthole at home, and swallows are flying together. On the door of the main house at home is another kind of dragon and phoenix carved by my father. Under the eaves of the main door is the happy branch carved by my father. Magpies stand on the fruit-laden branches and call. The flower beds on both sides of the main door are the king of beasts made by my father with cement. , next to the flower bed, is Dad’s cement sculpture: the old tree, the heart of the old tree is empty, and new branches are sprouting next to it, which means: Although he is old, he still needs to continue to learn new knowledge and make new achievements. The screen wall in the yard is a rockery made by my father out of bricks, stones, cement and wire. On the rockery there is a dragon and a crouching tiger, Guanyin meditating on a lotus, gurgling water, flowers, grass, pavilions and pavilions. Lucky bamboo is planted on the back of the rockery, what a beautiful garden!

On the gate of the yard, my father made a large six-sided lantern out of cement, about 1.5 meters high. Every time the six lanterns are on at night, the yard and the street are all bright. This is the symbol of our family. The unique building and decoration are unique among people in our hometown.

? In our backyard, to the east is the woodshed built by my father, and to the north is the chicken coop and toilet built by my father. The chicken coop is very unique: the chicken coop is divided into three parts: from west to east: two floors of bedrooms; a dining room with two troughs, one for eating and one for water; and a leisure area under the bamboo forest, about 6 square meters. The chicken coop The gatehouse and walls are the focus of viewing. There are four cornices on the gatehouse, and the heads of roosters and hens made of cement are raised high in the two corners, as if to declare to the world: We are the chicken kings of the generation, and we are the chickens of the world. Representatives, we will go down in history! The door frame and lintel are covered with porcelain tiles, and there are couplets written on them. They are written with paint and are not afraid of rain or wind. There are Bagua pictures on the door. The surrounding wall is Phoenix Mountain made of cement bricks. The mountain is lush with vegetation, steaming clouds, and beautiful pavilions. How about it? Are our chickens very happy?

? In front of and behind our house, there are vegetables, flowers and trees planted by my father. He grows almost all the vegetables we can grow throughout the year. Sometimes he also uses plastic film to grow greenhouse vegetables. Of course his shed is not big. Our family has no shortage of vegetables all year round, such as spinach, coriander, leeks, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, cowpeas, beans, water spinach, lettuce, fungus, day lily, winter melon, zucchini, bitter melon, loofah, and pumpkin. , onions, yams, ginger, rape, cabbage, etc. are available. The flowers my father planted include: osmanthus, rose, chrysanthemum, sunflower, champion flower, calendula, hydrangea, gardenia, dahlia, canna, flowers blooming on cactus, peonies, peonies, etc., all seasons flowers in the yard Open, the fragrance floats to the sky. The trees planted in our family include: grape trees, persimmon trees, walnut trees, apricot trees, mulberry trees, cherry trees, osmanthus trees, peach trees, apple trees, pear trees, pomegranate trees, bamboo, sycamore trees, etc. The most interesting one is dad. Three or four kinds of fruits are grafted on an apple tree. During the flowering period, the same tree will bloom with several kinds of flowers. In the mature season, three or four different kinds of fruits can be picked on one tree and eaten. The apple in your mouth tastes like pear, peach, and apricot. It’s really wonderful! No wonder the children want to go back and visit as soon as they have vacation, because we have some food, some appreciation, and some fun! There are new discoveries every time you go home.

Dad likes change and doesn’t like a static life. I remember when we lived in the second house, there were only two rooms. Dad would change the layout of the house every few years. Our house was Sitting east to west, two rooms were initially built against the back wall and the front half was the living room. After two years, two rooms were built against the south wall and the north side was used as the living room. After another two years, another room was built against the south wall. I switched the door of one room to the north and the door of the other room to the west. I felt that there was still a problem with the village planning. At that time, all the houses in the village were East and West Villages, which were cold in winter and hot in summer. So I gave the village a suggestion: from now on, all houses should be built. Nanbeizhuang. ? In 1987, my father began to think about building a new house, and our family became the first household to build Beinan Village. Dad's fickle habit has never changed. In those years, I would go back about once every three or four weeks. Dad now doesn't move the walls, but keeps changing the positions of the sofa, table, and cabinets. And he kept creating new things, either cutting new tables, adding new paintings, making new crafts, or adding new calligraphy works. Or maybe I learned how to cook some new dishes, such as braised chicken nuggets, eight-treasure sweet plate, fish skin and peanuts... and cooked them for us. Every time there are new discoveries to tell us, such as ways to maintain good health, insights into life...

My father is a model of hard work and dedication. Before our family built a house in 1976, we first had to pull stones, The soil pad is 2 meters deep and 2 minutes large. The amount of soil that my father pulls every time can be as much as the average man pulling a car and a half. He adds a board in front of the car and puts the dung board at an angle behind the car, just to allow more than one load at a time. To pull some and work in the farmland, my father still supported two or three of us. He was impatient and had to be ahead of others in everything. After the household quota was established, our family's crops were always among the best in the village. One person's land can produce enough grain for three people, and almost every time the first family finishes planting and harvesting. The high yield of grain is inseparable from my father’s scientific farming. In addition to doing our family's farm work, my father also helps his sister, brother-in-law, and neighbors.

In the past, when there was no one selling pairs during the Chinese New Year, my father would write couplets for the villagers for free. Sometimes he had to pay for red paper, because some people didn’t even buy paper and would often have to work until the evening. . Since retiring, my father has been hired as the chairman of the red and white board (without salary). He is busy with all the red and white affairs in the village, writing couplets, cutting happy words, keeping accounts, and being a master of ceremonies is very busy. Huh. Dad is such a busy man!

? My father is a filial son. He brings things to visit his grandparents every week when he comes back from the work, and buys them food, drink, clothes and clothes. When my grandparents were old, he took them to live with me. Although my grandfather was given to my uncle when the family was separated, my father often took care of my grandfather. When my grandfather became incontinent at the age of 89, my father was not afraid of getting dirty. I waited tiredly and changed grandpa's dirty pants that he had pooped on. I was so sick that I wanted to vomit, but my father still helped grandpa take off his dirty pants, wipe them clean, and put on dry, clean pants. Then take grandpa's dirty pants to wash. I see all this with my eyes and admire it in my heart! I have always seen dads who are strong and optimistic. Nothing can faze him, and I have never seen him cry. But when his grandparents passed away, my dad cried so sadly, just like a child who can't find his mother. , miserable! After my grandparents passed away, although it was my uncle's job to take care of the funeral, my father saw that my uncle's family was in difficulty, so he took the initiative to bear all the funeral expenses and sent the old man off in a glorious manner. You know: my grandfather lived to be 90 years old. During the days of the funeral, almost everyone in the village came to my house for dinner. They all wanted to be honored by the birthday boy. My relatives and fellow villagers unanimously want to honor my parents, and I think they deserve it!

Dad is a good husband. My father knew that it was not easy for my mother to do farm work at home and raising four children, so he tried his best to help his mother. It was cold in winter, and he was afraid that his mother would catch a cold, so he took the clothes to be washed at home to the factory to be washed. There is a lot of farm work in the fields, and my father always helps my mother do most of it on weekends. During the Chinese New Year, my father always buys two sets of clothes for my mother. I take my mother on a trip when I have time. Since retiring, he always gets up before 6 o'clock every day, makes breakfast, and then asks his mother to get up and exercise together.

In the evening, Dad poured water and medicine for Mom to take, peeled fruits for Mom, poured water for washing feet, and played poker and table tennis with Mom when he had nothing to do. ah! With a husband like this, my mother should be content.

? Dad is a good father. He taught us that we must be diligent and not lazy; we must have elegant tastes and never gamble; we must be thrifty and not wasteful. He never beat or scolded us, and always did patient and meticulous ideological work. Under his careful education, among the four of us brothers and sisters, my brother and I were admitted to school. We were the rare two children in our village who passed the exam. In a family that goes to school, the eldest sister takes over from her father, and only the younger sister stays at home with her mother to work in the farm. No one gambles. We are all hard-working and know how to live a good life. We are also very filial. Now, we all have families and careers, but we still like to go home because our dear parents are there. Whenever we go home, Dad always makes delicious food for us, exercises with us, chats with us, and plays poker with us. He always saves his work for the rest of the day, so that when we come home, it will be for rest and entertainment. Dad said: "You don't have to spend money to go to the farmhouse, our family is a farmhouse!" Yes! Where is a warmer and happier place than home?

Dad is a good brother. The second aunt married in Lanzhou, Gansu Province, and it was my father who acted as a matchmaker. When the second aunt had a conflict with her uncle, my father traveled hundreds of miles to mediate, and finally made the second aunt's happy marriage possible. The third aunt has three sons and the burden is very heavy, but the third uncle is an honest farmer and cannot make any money. The three sons need money to build houses and get wives! My father paid for it and made cooking wine with my aunt in our yard. Mom and dad worked every day, and in the end, my aunt didn't even pay back the borrowed capital. My father didn't say anything. He knew about my aunt's difficulties. With my father's help, my aunt finally built a house for her three sons and married a wife. Dad helped my aunt get through the difficult time.

No one is perfect, and no one is perfect. My father's shortcomings are his quick temper and bad temper. Sometimes he even gets angry with himself, and sometimes when something is not done, he gets so angry that he throws things. Of course, the things he throws cannot be broken. When my father was 68 years old, because he often did small jobs and loved reading, his eyesight was getting worse and worse. We performed cataract removal surgery on him, but the effect was not very good. When eating, he could not see the dishes that were farther away. Seeing my father's eyes turned to such an extent made me feel like a knife. Time is so ruthless! There is nothing I can do. I can only show a little more filial piety and let my father enjoy his old age. I took photos of my father’s works and put them in my blog album, so that more friends could share our happiness.

? My father discovered that I loved writing when I was in elementary school. He encouraged me to become a writer when I grew up. Hearing that I had written a blog, my father was very happy and encouraged me again. I think it's time to repay my father. Before the Year of the Ox has come, I want to sing my father's praises and use it as a New Year's gift to my father. Although it costs a lot, it still expresses a little bit of my admiration for my father. , my father has always expected me to become a writer. Maybe I won’t be able to fulfill his wish in this life, but I will use my pen to praise the truth, goodness and beauty, to lash out the false, evil and ugly, and to spread the sunshine of love all over the world!

Dad, you are the essence of the universe and the pride of mankind. Let your light shine on us and keep moving forward!

Written in: 2008