My old father
Author: Happy Sheng
It's snowing heavily.
But the mobile phone rang in my ears.
A plain and simple admonition.
It brought back thoughts that I couldn't erase.
My father. An ordinary person who has snuggled and accompanied him since childhood.
The voice asks all kinds of concerns.
It made me forget that I was almost forty years old.
There are all kinds of unease in the words.
But I can't hear the slightest bit of "tenderness like water".
My father. A man like a mountain.
For as long as I can remember, I have been lying prone on his back.
Hundreds of miles of livelihood in the streets and alleys.
But I never felt the slightest pain.
Lean. In his bones, he is obsessed with that simple dependence.
My father. A man like a cow and a horse.
Leaning forward half of the body to cultivate the fertile land.
Calloused hands lead the mother and her children.
Staggering forward. But he never forgot to marry his love and favor to the elders and children and neighbors.
Care. I just want to be cared for all the time.
My father. He is a master of "abacus".
At an early age, he was far superior to his peers.
In the past, I was mostly associated with "accounting" and never quit.
However, time flies.
In recent years, more than 70 years old are still engaged in the family business.
The world knows that he is good at "calculating".
But I don't know that his calculations are in the industry and his heart is in the world.
Neither humble nor arrogant. Filial piety and honesty from the beginning.
Hang up**. I couldn't help but burst into tears.
The years did not have much consideration and preference.
Too much love has been given to our so-called younger generation.
The unaspiring. How to comfort the feelings of the fathers.
The world is big.
Love or strangeness. What has remained unchanged is that I have always loved my father.
My old father