In the next life, in the next life, we all have to be family!

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-01

Me with my father

Some time ago, I chatted with a classmate and talked about some views on the current hot spots, and finally he was silent for a while and said, it must have taken a lot of thought to cultivate you at home.

I was stunned, but I realized it later. It turns out that when you are immersed in your own emotions, it is easy to ignore the efforts and subtle changes of your family.

Over the years of relying on my father, from memorizing poems and songs to teaching me how to write, from reading classics to cultivating political thoughts, my father's hard work can be seen.

When I was a child, I read in his arms, reading "100,000 Whys" and "300 Song Ci", the latter accompanied me to college and work, and although I didn't read it many times, it was the best seed my father planted when I was a child.

The first poem he taught me to memorize was Yue Pengju's "Man Jianghong", and later I walked through the north and south of the motherland, saw thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and always loved this land deeply.

When I was in junior high school, my father led me to read Rabindranath Tagore, the eternal poet. When he sees me reading some messy Internet**, he will also patiently talk about what is good and what content is not for children to read.

When I was a freshman, my father asked me to read Stendhal's "The Red and the Black", hoping that I could learn the writing of letters in it, and also be able to appreciate the development of the fate of this little person in the big era.

In the first snow of Zhengzhou that year, we passed through Yuyuan (alma mater's family home), the bright moon was in the sky, reflecting the white expanse, and the silver was wrapped in ten thousand sounds, my father and I walked slowly hand in hand, and only the footsteps of our father and daughter were left in the silence.

Now my father lingers on the sickbed, and it is difficult to go out with me to travel, and it is a quiet and tragic winter.

In the past two years, I have been studying for the balance between family and work.

In order to help me with the exams, my father would tell me in his spare time about the "equal pay for equal work" proposed by Shen Jilan, how the party's cause developed during the war, watch TV and encounter catchy propaganda slogans, and would anxiously ask me to write them down as interview materials, and would also ask me about the specific meaning of many current policies, but rarely mentioned the part of traditional Confucian thought about loyalty and patriotism.

Under the influence of his father's advocacy of Confucianism, for the three schools of "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism", the Tao is natural, and the Buddha survives the suffering, but only respects Confucianism to cultivate Qi and rule peace, and takes it as his responsibility to help the people in the world.

It is precisely under the influence of this kind of thinking that my understanding of the country's major policies is far beyond ordinary people, and my friends are often surprised by my fanaticism for official media such as "People's **".

The hard work paid off, and with the support of my father, I finally succeeded in becoming a public servant of the people through the national government.

But what does that mean? It means that his little daughter will leave home to work alone in the provincial capital, which means that he will be left alone at home and left uncared for.

On the day the list was announced, maybe the other candidates were happy in their hearts, but my heart was full of sadness. Relatives quarreled over the question of my father's whereabouts and stays, and I was infinitely confused in the face of the future, who wouldn't want to continue to move up for the sake of career development? But where will my father go?

In fact, my father's expectations for me have always been limited to attending a good second-class college in the province and having a establishment at my doorstep after graduation.

And until the age of twenty-five, the general steps of my life were exactly what he expected, and the only surprise was that nine out of ten people around me did not expect that I would actually go ashore to the provincial capital.

When I was faced with what could be considered one of the most important decisions of my life, my father thought quickly and made a quick decision to trade his quality of life for this hard-won opportunity.

This summer before I left home, the sun was hot, and my father called me to his bedside, touched my head, and said, "Go, you have nothing to be sorry for Dad, there is your own world outside." ”

After three years in my hometown, I was ready to pack my bags and travel far away, so I started a new life in Zheng alone, and the imprint engraved by my family will never be erased.

It coincided with the 130th anniversary of the leader's birth, and I was filled with thoughts as I watched the overwhelming propaganda on my mobile phone.

My father's favorite song "Qinyuan Spring Snow", when I became an adult, I went to Orange Island to see this great man and his Changsha with my own eyes, modern historians always say, a Chinese history half of Henan history, a modern history half of the Hunan people wrote.

At that time, I wrote next to the Xiangjiang River in the north: Hunan is really a good place for outstanding people, "recalling the past eventful years", there is a person Zeng Guofan who led the world, "scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Xuan", and a dare to be the first in the world to guide the country, inspire words, dung was ten thousand households in the year", this land nurtured the children of the Hunan army The red heart of the soldiers does not change, and there are always heroes who want to stay forever.

I was twenty years old, and my father was more than halfway through his forties.

Now my father is fifty years old, and he always pities the little girl for her difficult steps, and hopes that her son will be safe and worry-free in her life.

Others always praise me for being self-reliant and self-reliant, but I always ignore my father's tireless teaching on the sickbed. Recalling my father's initial illness in 2019, when I was in bed, we both saw the sky above the hospital.

After my father came to his senses, he was silent for a day, and then rushed me back to school the next day, and he always asked me to focus on my studies. When we graduated in 2020, our father and daughter were crying in front of the hospital bed, how hard it was to come by this diploma!

In the face of many pressures in life, he often felt indebted to me, and when I only felt that life was vast and depressed, my father advised me to still be self-reliant and self-reliant, and to always face tomorrow with good hopes.

The cold wind is still howling tonight, the bright moon in another country remains unchanged for eternity, but it always arouses the homesickness of the wanderer, tossing and turning, always thinking about the bits and pieces of getting along with his father over the years, when the mood is at its peak, my friend advises me, you have laughed on his shoulder, rolled in his arms, it is already his greatest happiness as a father.

I think that in the next life, I will be your father and a backer for you.

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Source: Internet.

Editor: Nana Ming.

Reviewer: Rose.

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