My father-in-law prose

My father-in-law is a primary school principal. He wanders along the forest path facing the rising sun every day, passing on knowledge to children. He is not only respected and loved by children at school. Being a qualified father at home; Is an example for each of us; He is also a rural teacher that everyone should be proud of.

Since I came to this house, I can't remember how many dawns there are. Accompanied by the cuckoo's cry, you are weeding in the field with a hoe. Although the conditions are so good now, and the fields are full of strong medicine, you are reluctant to spend money. With your industrious hands over and over again, I don't know how much sweat has spilled, and I don't know how many footprints you have left in the fields. At this moment, how I want to wipe the sweat from my forehead for you by a wisp of breeze in the evening; I can't remember how many evenings after school when the sun sets, and you can't bear to rest for a while.

Even if there is no farm work in the field, you should go up the mountain to see the pear, chestnut and apple trees you planted yourself, lest the grafted branches be broken by the wind. You are reluctant to let us do the hard work and tired work at home. Look at your thick hands covered with mud and covered with cocoons.

You always say to us with a smile, "You are still young, and you should aim at career money." When I am old, you will have to work by yourself. I see my father-in-law's hard work, but it hurts in my heart. Sometimes I say it's time for dad to take a break, but you always say you're not tired, so you can exercise. Whenever I catch a cold, you never treat me like a daughter-in-law, but you spoil me like a child. Let my heart have a sweet sense of happiness!

I remember that summer vacation, and you saw the chestnut trees on the mountain covered with weeds. But we know that your health is not good, but you secretly. Take a sickle and engage in it, first cut the weeds with the sickle, and then plan with a pickaxe. You planed on that mountain for a whole month, but you fell ill. The big blood made you faint on the ground, your face was as white as paper, and your mother-in-law cried like a crybaby. But I was so scared that I trembled all over. I had no strength and my heart thumped.

my god! Is it true?/You don't say. All the neighbors came to see you, but you were in a coma, lying motionless in bed. Your lips trembled slightly. At that time, it was your uncle who called the emergency number to take you to the hospital and recover your life. When you entered the operating room for more than two hours, I didn't dare to think much, but silently prayed and wished you safety. Later, the doctor told us that you had gastrointestinal bleeding (that is, gastric perforation) and even more frightening, you had related lymphoma. There is an extra blood vessel in the stomach, which has been bleeding. When we heard this nightmare medical record, we were dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. The doctor said not only blood transfusion but also surgery.

Later, under the careful care of the doctor, I watched you recover day by day. Maybe it's God's attachment to us; Maybe you are reluctant to leave us; Perhaps your kindness and simplicity touched the sky; Maybe the children need a responsible and patient teacher like you. Fortunately, the puncture was blocked by a blood clot, so there was no need for surgery.

After leaving the hospital, all the children came to see you. A peaceful face gradually appeared on your face, and a little smile appeared on your mouth. Under the patient care of your mother-in-law, you go to school with the children again, regardless of the cancer cells in your body. Continue to teach children and let them learn knowledge, so that they can walk out of the mountains and make their own world in the future. Your silent dedication to children and tireless spirit are always worth learning.

days fly like running water, and leisurely pass by. In the winter of 26, you fell in the blood slope again, this time not as lucky as last time. Surgery is necessary, because there is an extra blood vessel in the stomach that keeps bleeding, and as much blood as you lose. And that terrible associated lymphoma is torturing you in your body. The doctor said that not having an operation means giving up the patient's life, but you said with trembling lips, "Tell the child to give up, in case the operation is unsuccessful, it will drag you down." We didn't dare to say anything, but shed tears sadly, and we won't give up as long as we have all hope. You are our spiritual pillar in life.

As soon as the voice fell, you said in that weak voice, "How can our family have so much money?" I said it's okay. The operation will be successful. Don't be afraid. God will bless you again. We can make more money without it, but if you lose it, we will regret it all our lives.

under the doctor's arrangement, it's time for surgery on Monday. Once again, you took my hand and said, "I'm sorry, my child." At this time, the tears we left each other may be happy. After the catheter was inserted by the doctor, we were lying in the operating car. Your silent and affectionate eyes told us that the child should not be afraid, and Dad would definitely come back. Don't worry, then the door of the operation was tightly closed, and our anxious hearts walked around on the ground, and we didn't know how many tears flowed. We prayed that God would bless you for the success of the operation. One hour has passed, and two hours have passed ...

But your operation lasted from 9: in the morning until after 5: in the afternoon. The door of the operation was finally slowly pushed open, and a doctor came out and said, "The operation was very successful and smooth." We collapsed happily and quickly said thank you, the doctor said it was my duty, and the success of the operation was also our greatest comfort to the patients.

Then my father-in-law was pushed out of the operating room by the nurse, lying in the hospital bed, with tubes all over his body, and watching my father-in-law shed excited tears in the corner of his eyes, as if thanking each of us and being pleased with the success of his operation.

at this moment, you are still thinking about your precious grandson, gesturing with your hands, and my tears are spinning in my eyes, not daring to flow down. I'm afraid you're sad. I said it's okay. With such good medical conditions, you must use your mind to fight the disease. My father-in-law nodded. Thank you, children. Your hands are bitter. We said that you went to work in the mountains despite illness. Compared with you, we have nothing to worry about. Your hard work and hard work have never been called a lifetime of hardship.

After the operation, my father-in-law stayed in the hospital for 38 days, and we were very happy to see your recovery day by day. When you get home, you forget your illness, just like fighting death. Your mentality is so balanced that you don't care that cancer cells are invading your body. At the beginning of spring, you went up the mountain to pick up apricot trees and pear trees, but none of us can stop you from working. You secretly went out when we were at work, but you said that living is for us, and we are your hope.

It's another spring season. Snow-white pear blossoms are all over the hillside. Pink apricot flowers and apple flowers were grafted and planted by you. But when you couldn't stand the illness, you had to go to the hospital for chemotherapy again. I saw that you were so uncomfortable and had a high fever, over 39 degrees, and your hair was gone, but you were so strong. Keep your tears to yourself and bring happiness to others. Maybe for this family; Maybe you can't bear to part with your grandson; Passing death once again. After a month of chemotherapy, you gradually recovered. Maybe your life didn't come to an end. We are reluctant to leave, let us have a happy, happy, happy and warm family!