The three stories about Cao Wenxuan are all about himself, and they are urgent.

Many years ago, a girl who had attended my class for one year chatted with me. She said, Teacher Cao, do you know what I like to do best in winter evenings? I said I didn't know. She told me that one of her favorite things to do was to wash dishes after dinner.

Her family lives in the mountains, although there are green mountains and green waters, but at the same time there are also poverty that makes her disheartened. How poor is it? Too poor to buy a box of clam oil for a few cents. She told me that she wanted to find a little greasy feeling on her hands by washing dishes.

This is a personal experience, beyond our imagination, and this kind of personal experience is exactly what literature needs. This is wealth, and it is not far away, just at our own feet.

Each of us is unique. We all have a world of our own.

I was born in the countryside of northern Jiangsu, where houses were built by water. When I open the door, I can see the water. That place is the warehouse of my huge writing resources. Why is there no dirty image in my work?

Why isn't there such a dirty word? Why is there no such dirty realm? I think it has something to do with the enlightenment of water. I admit, my job is neat.

2. My father, Peking University, Peking University and my father, as far as I am concerned, are all mountains of gratitude. It was my father who gave me the opportunity to enter Peking University. At that time, Peking University went to Yancheng to enroll students, and there was only one place in the library department. Teacher Wang, who enrolled students, I want to thank her for a lifetime. She saw from my file that I like to create and have published my works, and immediately took my file in her hand and refused to let go.

I went to Peking University Library to study book classification for more than a month. One day, the school informed me to transfer to the Chinese Department, because I like writing and can write. I like writing and can write, but it has something to do with my father. In this sense, my father actually covered me all the way.

It was my father who made me lucky enough to go to Peking University for further study. This is a major turning point in my life. Peking University gave me knowledge, which cultivated my eyesight, discovered the past, discovered the present, and discovered my father's eyesight-this is so meaningful.

3. Coming to Yancheng Water Town of Peking University is the first farewell to my father in my life-a real farewell. I'm finally leaving, and I may never go back to where he lives. He may be well aware of this.

Of course he can't bear to leave me, but his heart is full of joy and happiness. My departure is undoubtedly what he expected, and he finally saw his harvest-going to Peking University, in his view, is the glory of his family and life. He doesn't want to stay, nor can he. Now all he has to do is let me go on the road with dignity and go far away.

At that time, the family was very poor, almost penniless, and did not even bring a suitcase. At that time, the world was highly materialistic. He took out a piece of wood that had been treasured for many years (I still don't know what he kept it for, but I feel that he seems to have a hunch that his son will be on his way, and his son needs a box) and asked the carpenter to make me a beautiful box.

After the box was finished, he drew it himself and drew it several times. The box is full of my books, my belongings and unforgettable life. I left my father, my family, my village and the unique fields there. I left by boat.

I still remember my father standing on the shore to say goodbye. It's already autumn, and leaves are floating everywhere on the water. I was very sad. But I know, farewell, farewell-farewell is everywhere, no need to be sad. Sadly, there is nowhere to say goodbye.

My father is a very strict father. I have eaten his slap and even his stick. But I won't bear grudges like children now, because public opinion at that time didn't teach us to bear grudges, on the contrary. Looking back on myself now, I will still say firmly: it's time to fight, or it's over!

It was my father who led me on the right path. Times have changed, and the definition of duet has also changed fundamentally. My personal feelings are unassuming. Of course, in my father's educational strategy, sticks are not a daily option or a major option. They are only used when it is necessary to use sticks, and they are used once.

Of course, what my father has fundamentally influenced my life is definitely not a stick, not even words and deeds, but an ever-present example. Be kind to others, help the poor, be tolerant, work hard, be indomitable and be positive. I may not have done all this, but my father taught me.

Shortly after the last stick, I had a lump on my neck for several months and was diagnosed as an incurable disease by the municipal hospital. My father took me to the hospital. I remember several doctors carefully touching the lump on my neck. Their faces are all heavy. Later, they smiled and let me sit in a chair in the corridor outside, leaving my father alone.

My father took special care of me on his way home. When I got home, I passed my neighbor's second mother's house. The second mother asked her father, "Principal, is the baby well?" My father is a very powerful man, but at that moment, he finally collapsed. He tried desperately to control himself, but in the end he burst into tears.

I am not afraid, but I already know that I will probably say goodbye to my parents, grandparents, sisters, teachers and classmates and go to another world. During that time, the love I got multiplied and boundless. The more so, the more I know I'm leaving. In those days, I was often immersed in the imagination of saying goodbye to the world.

I also imagine how sad my father and they will be after I leave. Next, my father took me everywhere for medical treatment regardless of everything. When people always see him go out and come back behind my back, people will find that there is something more important in his father's heart than personal honor, that is, his son.

He wants to do everything he can to stop me from saying goodbye to him and the world. Finally, he took me to Shanghai and lived in a family. Soon, the lump festered and ruptured.

An old doctor in Shanghai Huating Hospital confidently told his father that the lump was only tuberculosis of lymph nodes and would be fine. After learning this conclusion, my father burst into tears again. After this virtual farewell, I felt more deeply the meaning of compassion, love and life and death.

5.199610/October 17 near noon, my brother-in-law called from Yancheng. He tried to keep calm, but he could still hear his nervousness. On the phone, he said: Dad had a heart attack and has been in great pain. Now it is being rescued in the town hospital.

He asked me whether I should ask the hospital in the city to send an ambulance. If I am worried about bumps on the road, will it aggravate my illness and wait for me to make a decision? I may have made the most unforgivable mistake in my life, and I finally made a decision: please ask the town hospital to do its best to save my father.

I made this decision because I returned to my hometown not long ago, and the road leading to the county was completely renovated, with potholes and extremely difficult traffic. This kind of turbulence is extremely dangerous for heart patients. I immediately packed my bags and went home, and kept abreast of the rescue situation.

More than half an hour later, my brother-in-law called again and said that my father wanted to talk to me. On the phone, I could hardly hear my father's pain, but his voice was not loud. He said he would be fine. Don't rush home. You write your stuff. The last sentence he left me was: People say you are a dutiful son.

About thirty minutes later, I was about to open the door and start when the phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard a shout. My brother-in-law told me: Dad, he's gone. This is not a farewell, but a farewell. This is the most unacceptable farewell.