Dust with light.
Text: Huang Rui. There was a notebook in my father's bookcase, and on the cover was my father's favorite 10,000-year-old pine. Pine trees, bamboo, and plum are known as the "Three Friends of the Cold", and my father likes it, and I like it too.
When I opened the notebook, my father wrote "Read good books and make friends." Eat a small bite every day, walk 6,000 meters briskly every day, sleep for eight hours every night, have a glass of boiled water in the morning and evening, and eat three meals a day to be light". The father bowed his head shyly. muttered in a low voice: "When I return to Shou County from my son's house after the year, I must practice my pen and calligraphy." Hearing my father say this, my nose was sore, and tears fell on my notebook.
At 11:11 on December 29, 2018, my father posted a circle of friends: "Today's temperature is minus 2 degrees, walk to West Street Square at six o'clock tonight, there are less than 20 people in the square, when I first arrived, I walked from head to toe and my ears were cold, and my ears were frozen and painful, I felt warm after walking a few laps, and I felt comfortable and warm on the way home. "At 11:30 p.m., I saw my father's circle of friends, liked him, and replied to the Lei Feng hat I bought for you under WeChat, and Lei Feng's gloves will be delivered tomorrow.
Tomorrow and accidents, I really didn't know what would happen to my dear dad.
It's been five years, and today, I finally heard that my father still has a request for me, asking me to accompany him to practice pen calligraphy!We finally waited for our father's **. It's been five years, in my father's newspaper clippings, I have only spied on the cause of my father's stroke, including staying up late, and the words "the electromagnetic radiation of the electric blanket will destroy the natural balance of bioelectricity, so that the information transmitted by bioelectricity will be disturbed, causing nervous, reproductive, cardiovascular, and immune functions", my heart really hurts. I remember that night more than 20 years ago, my father called**, and he told me that he must decisively turn off the electricity before reading the electric blanket ** in a newspaper, so as not to let the old man lose a lot of water and salt, and aggravate the dryness of the old man**. At that time, I was only in my twenties, and my elderly grandmother took care of the baby for me, and my father was more concerned. Today, when I read this newspaper clipping from my father, I couldn't stop crying, we always thought that my father knew more than we did, and we didn't need to worry too much about him. What we don't know is that the 71-year-old father is also an old man, and he has begun to forget, and sometimes he is a little conceited and does not listen to anyone's opinion. At the beginning, when he drove the electric blanket all night, his mother said that not only did he not listen, but also quarreled and slept in separate rooms, causing regrets that can never be made up. Our father, who was like a mountain, used to be so high-spirited, concerned about this and worried about that, and had a stroke for five years, depressed and depressed. When I heard him today and asked me to accompany him to practice pen calligraphy, how could I not bring tears to my eyes?
My father's newspaper clippings were heavy, and the newspaper inside had yellowed. My father went to my brother's house in Shanghai, and the newspaper clippings became my bedside book. Every time I was with my parents, I would open the newspaper clippings and read one to him at random. That "three-three brushing method" reminds me of when we were children. The family just bought a Panda brand black and white TV. Every day after dinner, we would be caught by my father in front of the TV, listening to his broken thoughts: "brush your teeth for three minutes, brush your teeth after three meals a day, brush your teeth to brush your teeth three times, cheek side, tongue side, maxillofacial side" and other verbose brushing common sense, our hearts are like cat scratches, thinking about Huo Yuanjia and Chen Zhen, so we have to pretend to brush our teeth seriously while pricking up our ears to listen to TV. Over time, we have developed a good Xi of brushing our teeth in the morning and evening. As I read the clipping, laughing, and telling my parents about these little things from the past. Mother said, thanks to your father's supervision, I also followed the light, you see, I am almost eighty years old, and I am blessed to eat the Tinglong melon seeds you sent, it is so fragrant!Yes, you have to have a good mouth when the table is full of delicacies. Thanks to my father, we all have good teeth. When my father heard this, he grinned. The old man is 76 years old, and his temper that likes to listen to good words has not changed.
I heard from my mother that my father wanted to go home. Sometimes when I go to the yard alone, as long as I see a driver, I will go up and pat someone's car door and shout "Holy soldier, holy soldier, take me home", and my tears are about to come out. My sister and I wanted to pick them up and take them back to Shou County, to their own home. The younger brother is worried that the two old men are at home by themselves, and it is not easy to worry at night!I had to persuade my parents to wait until I retired before taking them home. However, in the hearts of parents, no matter how good their children's home is, it is not as good as their own home. In your own home, the mind is relaxed and soothing. The younger brother said that he would send his parents home after the New Year, and his parents' home was our root and his parents were our support. Listening to our parents is not only a sign of respect and filial piety for them, but also a recognition and gratitude for our own growth process.
I was touched by the contents of my father's newspaper clippings, which said, "Are you good parents?".Interesting texts such as "Aesthetic Life", "Ancient Literati and Tea", and "Reading and Health" made me read and read, and perceive that my father's world was beautiful. I am very fortunate that my father passed on this beauty to me.
My father said that non-utilitarian reading is what makes you realize your own insignificance and nurtures our humility. We read because of ignorance, and reading makes us realize our own ignorance and shallowness.
Father's newspaper clippings are the ladder for me to climb the ladder of wisdom, and only by standing on great ideas can I feel my nobility and worth, and will I be more humble and respectful. Learn to be harmonious and different, seek common ground while reserving differences, and coexist with light.