At this time of year, our brothers and sisters get together and go back to their hometown to pay their respects to their father. In autumn, the sun is warm and the wind is cool.
After dozens of trips, we came to the old house where we used to live, and our cousins now live in it. So the old house is tall and spacious, still clean and refreshing, and it is still our kind home.
I came to the main room. On the big table near the back wall, near the middle of the wall, there is a picture of my father. I packed up the photo dust and bowed deeply to my father: "father: we sent you money, and the weather turned cold." Are you okay there? "
Time goes back decades: in our main room, there is a bed on the left, a big square table in the middle against the back wall, and a bed on the right. There is a small clearing in front of the table.
In those poor years, there were many people, six or seven children, only two halls and one kitchen, so there were beds everywhere.
I remember when I was a kid. When I came home, I suddenly saw my father. You came back from working in a distant market town. P is stopping the bike. You didn't stop riding all the way back, but you still saw my sad little face. "What's wrong with the baby?" ? I cried and replied, "My neighbor Xiaohua said that I didn't even know" Straight Rod 1 ". What an idiot! I don't want to be an idiot! "
Father, you smiled and began to teach me to recognize numbers carefully, one finger at a time. In my memory, my father always praised me for learning fast. "Yes, that's it, not bad!" . Not only did you learn "1 with straight pole", but you also learned more.
After that, you asked me for figures several times and added simple calculations. Soon after, I began to go to school. Because of your enlightenment education, I have a soft spot for numbers. Today, decades later, I am still excited and fond of digital operation.
Father, you know, after many years, you used a cool education method-appreciation education, and I like learning from now on.
Father, you not only gave me the influence of numbers, but also influenced me by telling stories. You are a very affectionate person. Every time I tell a story, it's like my own personal experience. Your voice is warm and deep, and you often cry when you say it. Under the education of your story, I understand to be a good person, an upright and selfless person.
You talk very little and seldom talk big, but public and private are always clear. I have been the director of credit cooperatives for decades, and I have been dealing with money and power. I always lend money to people who really start a business but have financial difficulties, instead of cronyism and coveting family interests.
There is a saying, "But doing good deeds will lead to the future of Mo Wen." My father once said. You did more than you said. I saw it in my eyes.
People have feelings. People who get out of trouble or get rich because of loans often go home to thank them. They are very grateful. You will never accept bribes with heavy gifts, just the villagers' own vegetables, radishes or eggs. From the mouth of the grateful person, I know more about your father's selflessness and great love for your work.
Father, you often say: it is easy to walk from the miserable old society to the beautiful life today. If everyone opens the back door for their own interests and wants to get something for nothing, then the country will not be a country and life will be hard.
Not long ago, my sister-in-law who works in Yingdong told me: Dad, you have worked in Fiona Fang for dozens of miles, and many people will say: "Li XX belongs to Abao Qingtian!"
However, it is Bao Qingtian like you who passed the test of life and death in the political madness of the Cultural Revolution. You are upright, upright, and you let some conspirators be framed and imprisoned for false charges. That huge sense of injustice once made you desperate and hunger strike until you could hardly see anything.
A kind-hearted prisoner advised: "How can a person succeed in his life? The emperor died unjustly!" You are old and young. Who will they expect when you die? Stay out of it, and one day you can turn over a new leaf and watch the wicked die first! "
A cellmate is an important person in your life. Cheer up, eat well and face the reality frankly. In fact, your bones are full of responsibility for your family! After only a few months in prison, the iron fist of justice finally cleared you.
Father, although you work first, you forget yourself for the public. It is also a responsibility to the family. Mom says you never spend your own money to eat out. You save money to buy things and take them home. Sharing them with the whole family is your happiest moment.
I remember: every time I see you go home by bike, the children in the village follow, because you never forget to bring us candy every time. Occasionally, when you sell meat, we children are as happy as New Year.
As a farmer, you have always liked land and crops. You said: food is the foundation of the country. Farmers have the responsibility to grow good food on good land.
Father, you have always loved farming and crops from young to old, and our food is always abundant and growing gratifying. I remember how many times during the sowing season, villagers always brought their own food to our house to exchange seeds, and you always exchanged them happily and proudly.
It was not until I was old, my legs hurt and my body was weak that I slowed down the pace of farming.
Grandma has lived in my house for more than 20 years, but you have always respected my father. No matter how distinguished the guests are, let grandma sit down at dinner and sincerely introduce grandma as your "mother".
You like smoking and drinking, so you think these are enjoyment, and you also taught your grandmother to smoke and drink. When I was in my sixties, my grandmother proudly told my mother that I had lived a worthwhile life. No son is better than having a son, and a son-in-law is more considerate than a son.
Because, you have read the book, remember the way of Confucius and Mencius, "respect the old and love the young" you said very little, but you always thought of it and did it.
People often say: "Good people are safe all their lives". Sister and brother-in-law bought a new house for your parents and decorated it. You just get along well with your neighbors. The convenience in the city allows you and your mother to exercise and play freely all day.
However, the happy days that were not too tired did not last for several years. Your life is like a bomb. Your 70-year-old father has cancer and is the king of cancer-pancreatic cancer. The onset of this kind of cancer is extremely fast and intense. At first, you can be pushed around between the hospital and your home. You said the air at home was fresh, but soon you had to stop in the hospital bed and be cooked.
You have been devastated by cancer for three months, and your body is getting thinner and thinner, and your face is as yellow as fire paper. Can't get out of bed, being chased by cancer cells. It is said that the pain is like a million ants eating.
In order not to make you suffer so much pain, we arranged for the doctor to give you an injection of painkillers, so your brain wouldn't be so awake, your eyes kept holding on to something and you couldn't say your name clearly.
Strong father, you have never been afraid of death, but the look in your eyes shows that you are thinking about your children in trouble. You can't let go of my mother, and you are even more reluctant to part with your relatives and friends near and far!
You are ill and grumpy. Still angry when you are not sensible. I complained to my mother about your bad temper. The one who knows you best is a kind mother. She said, "Your father was not like this before. His illness made him unable to control himself. Ignore him. "
Dear dad, I really regret it. I didn't let go of my impetuousness and grandiosity when you were here. I didn't take good care of you on the grounds that I was busy all day Today, time is up and money is loose. My family, father, you have gone to your world. "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it." Father, I will never have a chance to respect you again.
Father, please rest assured that your children are all well. Your mother, who you care about most, is also very happy, happy and healthier now, and we will care more about your mother.
After some preparations for "sending money", we went to your father's grave and lit all kinds of paper money and fireworks we gave you. We also prepared cigarettes and wine for you. Father, if you can learn from the spring water, please come out and see your children and put away the paper money we burned for you in the underworld!
This autumn's wheat seedlings have not covered the ground, and a row of yellow old trees in the distance are sparse young trees that have grown when you are farming. The sun is still shining on the earth, warming life, but the arc figure of your old man plowing and protecting seedlings is gone.
We stood in front of your father's grave and saw that your solemn grave was covered with yellow and green grass, swaying in the breeze, as if greeting us.
"People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, and the past is difficult to be complete"-Su Shi. This life is over, and I hope to meet you in heaven in the afterlife.
Father: Are you okay over there?