Original Qin Qi 2023-12-31 17:47 Published in Guangdong.
It's been three years since my father left us, are you okay over there?We have spent 1,000 and 95 days without you, life and death parting, liver and intestines are broken, and tearful eyes are muddled day after day, and we have to wake up: Father, you just changed your life in the world, without illness and hardship. You keep smiling at us, but we can't see you!
Along the road of that hometown, drinking smoke is the most fireworks in the world. Push open the door and you can see your kind smile. I can hear your voice, cherish words like gold, eloquence like flow, and sharp words!Father's love, your teachings and spirit, always accompany us.
My father's smile is my favorite expression and motivation to go home. Awaken the child's internal drive, stimulate self-motivation, full firepower, invincible. Parents are here, you will always be a child. Parents are not there, face death. Parents are living Buddhas, why do they need to worship Lingshan for thousands of miles.
My father said, "I have never borrowed money in my life, I don't owe money to anyone, only others owe me." Iron-clad, strong and unyielding. I have the impression that he had rheumatism around the age of forty and had difficulty walking. In order to support his family, rain or shine, he either went to work or did odd jobs. Like a tireless machine, it runs non-stop around the home.
My father died when my grandfather was twelve years old, and the children of the poor were in charge of the family at an early age. When my father was a child, he had a pimple on his head and no money**, so that he ulcerated and leaked pus. In order to feed his stomach and earn money for treatment, he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and he and his aunt cut a load of firewood and sold it at the market. Except for those who are cured, the rest shall be handed in.
After getting married and starting a family, in order to raise children, he repaired a water pump in the team, and it took a few hours to soak in the water. He is shrewd and capable, and he is an all-rounder. In my mind, there's no job he doesn't know how to do. Repair machines, carpenters, bricklayers, millsmen, sewing machines, he is proficient in everything. In the 60s, he served as the secretary of the Youth League, and he was also good at leadership and good at singing and dancing.
My father was still a respected old man in the village. When he was young, the village chief asked him first. In addition to being smart and wise, he was also a warm-hearted person. There is an eldest brother in the village who is an orphan and both parents are dead. Later, he learned the trade of a bricklayer. The first house he built was my house. Later, when the village built a school, my father proposed to consider the bricklayers from the village first, so that the fertilizer and water would not flow into the fields of outsiders. As the saying goes, when things happen, you know the warmth and cold, and time knows people's hearts. Therefore, people always remember him and remember him well.
In the sixties, how many people could drive a tractor?In addition to driving a tractor, my father also took apprentices and was also a car mechanic. I was in kindergarten that year, and on my way out of school, I was unfortunately injured by a madman. I stayed for half a month before I was discharged from the hospital. Later, someone told my father that because of the crazy man's husband, he had learned to drive with his father before, otherwise he would not be able to bear the medical expenses!
For as long as I can remember, I often see that there are people in the village whose tractors have broken down and will not be repaired. Just ask my father to drink, and a drink can solve any problem. My father, like many men, loved to drink and brag. The house was full of friends, and in the staggered planning, the father's voice was like a bell, gushing endlessly. He is well-informed and well-informed, and when he speaks, his mouth is like a river. People like him to talk and drink with him.
Breakdown from constant overwork. When my father was in his fifties, he unfortunately suffered a stroke. raised his children, he was seriously ill first, and he tasted all the ups and downs of the world. After 18 years of fighting against the disease, when the medicine was better, he did what he could, cooking, feeding pigs, and picking vegetables. During this period, he also brought up his grandson. I have been working outside for a long time, and my son was left at his parents' house when he was four years old. My mother worked outside the home for many years, so naturally, taking care of her son has always been my father's business.
The son has lived in his mother's house for at least ten years, and then the son joined the work. The mother said twice that the father said that he had a dream at night and dreamed that his grandson had come home. For more than ten years, they have been getting along day and night, and they have been in love with each other. In the year when my father was seriously ill, I was going to let my son go home to visit his father during the Chinese New Year and make a big red envelope to repay the kindness of his parenting. Unexpectedly, my father didn't wait for that day, and he died a month early.
My dear father, no matter how hard he is, no matter how tired and difficult, he never opens his mouth to his children. A little sugar, it's sweet. Like a candle, burn out the last bit of light on yourself!The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. I remembered my father's words again, I would rather the people of the world bear me than the people of the world.
As far as the eye can see, there are memories. In other words, it is a pity!There is no sickness in heaven, only happiness and well-being!Father, are you okay?