After two decades Yi father

After two decades Yi father

By admin 0 Comment 2019-01-14

That day, far away in the home of her brother called and said she wanted the twentieth anniversary of the death of his father, when do a decent annual ritual, passed away many years ago in order to comfort the father of the deceased.    Put down the phone, I thought for a long.Yes, his father died that year, we are all brothers and a few have not yet married, home conditions are not very good, to do his father’s funeral was not too decent, and now conditions are good, as is the heavenly father do something.    His father died twenty years, in retrospect, have been like the father of a little fuzzy, but his father’s upright character, broad-minded, selfless love for us, but deeply imprinted on my mind, engraved in my hearts.Standing beneath the building, people braved freezing winter wind slightly, holding just hang up the phone, the depths of my eyes, I clearly saw my father up to.    Father was born thirties, experienced Japanese aggression, hunger fifties and sixties, during the Cultural Revolution, every time, father’s suffering, hungry and helpless, every growth, he saw his father make people strong , patience and love.Just a way of life for 58 years, his father suffered a worldly, human well-being; 58 long years and responsible way, a clear conscience father in the village, relatives and friends; and we have these kids for decades, the father has even more tough love , honest love, love grievances, to reflect our learning, food and clothing, work and other daily bits and pieces.    Since I can remember, my father’s image will freeze in my mind: emaciated body, sunken cheeks, messy beard, plus a cigarette between his fingers, coughing sound.In that memory in pre-school, I tried to search his father’s shadow, mind only one thing in Utah.    It was a night in front of the elementary school, kerosene lamps lit main room there was a dim light, and my father slept in the north wall of the ground covered by.Not just black long winter in rural areas has entered its dreams.Young but I can not sleep, pestering my father taught me how to read.Dredging just a hard day’s father sitting on the edge of the bed, the TV drama Hushanhushan kerosene lamp, from a dilapidated desk and took out a small length pencil, written on yellow paper of the “Shao-ping “word, neat and the atmosphere.I know little flat in the name of my family tree, and the word I was in relative terms with names, both studious and good writing.I lie on the table, exposing half a small head, with a tender little hands crooked to write a “little flat” word, clumsy and ugly.But his father was very happy, he smiled and said, this child will certainly amount to anything, for the first time hold a pencil to write so good.At that time, I did not know that “little flat” two words written in the end is good, but I know I listened to the words of my father felt happy.Father’s encouragement that so far has been good enough for me, now, to my colleagues in the discipline and education of children, I have been encouraged in the majority, also received good results.    From that day I can remember, my father is the head of the farm in our village apple orchard tree farm, and I used to play in that place.But then I always do not want to with my father, because his father would not let me in naughty little apple picking tree, tree farm to get something, even when I know a little bit big affair, his father even let me go home bring some pick up from under the trees due to wind down the bad apples, and I do not let him eat bread Forest Farm.However, for others it is just the opposite father.In the south end of the orchard, my family just share more than half an acre of sand, there is no good harvest of crops other species, his father was there planted a variety of small melon (the “Guayuan memory thing” I mentioned), but hospitable father took a variety of small ripe melon tree farm so that we have got to eat, so that was a tree farm staff who often eat melon to melon ground.At that time, I often enraged at my father that the father of our brethren no good to others.Later, after I was older and wiser, my mother told me my father when I was not yet born, and notes some of the family.    Father in the early 1970s, a few of our team captain, holds the village’s economy and food.In that era of hunger, food is a big issue for every family, if there are more or less food, though not fill its belly, but that does not starve people.Our family brothers and more fundamental points of rations enough to eat, the mother playing the father of the idea, let my father came back to pick up some food from the production team, let them eat little children.Father may never won back a little bit of food, there is no way the mother.At that time, our brothers eldest brother is the body a long time, hungry ran to the village to pick up following bad apricot apricot eat, even the inside of almonds nothing left to eat, who can imagine, those not treated almonds are some toxic, it is so, that I am 15-year-old big brother passed away very early.Although it was their father guilty, but he did not regret.Father say that he is a team long, the village people are starving, he could not have it, according to a private, while falling infamy.Later, I slowly learned the words of his father, his father also understood that time inner frustration and difficulties, we feel his father’s great and selfless.    After school, his father more severe for our education and bundle.He warned us, it means we have the ability to go to school thinking, distinguish right from wrong, it means that we have to temper character, ambition grew in beauty and ugliness of good and evil in human nature, it means that we are dealing with people to abide by the ethics of the bottom line, no matter how poor not steal or rob, do not want to re-hungry, care for the young, good with people, once mistakes, punished.Father says so, is to do so.    The mid-eighties, I was in elementary school in the neighboring village.At that time, the school gate is often some of the older elderly people to eat a small snack stand selling small things and play, in which an old man selling walnut attracted me, I can not remember what I had reason to lure a very it’s the desire to eat.Walnut is based on a sale, as if two a penny.This time I thought of the lock on the main room of our house drawer.At that time, our village opened a cannery, had just graduated from high school brother in there as an accountant, work, often there will be some coins, he put the coin on the far left of the three court room drawer we fight desk , the drawer is locked on, and it was the middle of the next drawer unlocked.I started wondering when no one in the next two drawers, finally found the top two drawers are interlinked, from the middle of this drawer, you can hand out the most left in that drawer, of course, you can get it inside the coin.I found this to be happy, began to secretly take a coin there, Ganna only 1 point, 2 points to buy a few walnuts eaten at the beginning, but also fear.Later found brother did not see it, slowly bold, and development to take five minutes to buy a few toys.    Can not remember which day, and has not been back home for dinner, my father stood in the courtyard to see the black face, the mother looked at me, he kept winking at me Run.Yet to figure out how it happened, I was a father pulled in the past, is followed by a good fight, I remember the beginning of his father beat my ass with his feet shoes (we called the amount spilled shoe), I do not know how much fight next, anyway, I was crying in pain wah-wah chaos.Many neighbors around here, are persuaded her father to stop, can not listen to his father, and later replaced by another as if a stick, while his father also played his mouth, never had any rules, calamity will grow up.After that incident, I no longer dare stole anything at home, including the future in the community, I always abide by the teachings of his father, not his thing must not do touch the sky will not fall out, only self-reliant It is king.    Eighties, the land assigned to the hands of farmers.We were more than brothers at home, and all small.Father not like other parents as children to drop out early labor at home, but we all went to school, go to school, I think this is a few years to learn his father’s vision.Be this way, our family life is a little more difficult, and thus, had improper captain’s father began to seek a livelihood.Slowly, several of our brothers have grown up, because when the Chinese conditions and historical reasons, my sister and two brothers above the high school failed to take the exam, and forced labor at home, and this time, father began to lead them to the rich cotton.Be like this, the family life did not turn out.    Later, the married father’s sister let our village opened a retail store, selling what some of the people in the village of everyday products, earn a little money to support their family.Shop opened in front of our house, one built their own small house, by the time the body has been bad fifty-year-old father watched by.This time, I was just in junior high school, and occasionally care for his father for a while.After all, I’m on the school, in the accounts, book keeping or faster than his father, so long as I have time, let my father and his shop with care.Later, before we know, in my father’s eyes, I was the only person likely to achieve the aspirations of the father, the father distressed me, to let me tired, you find a reason, so the above Gesao who let me go to the fields to work.But at night, we slept in fear of his father’s small shop outside cold, a person sleeping in a small shop in the evening with the village a lot of old men talking and laughing until late sleep.    Late one night, sleeping in the back yard of a sudden we heard a small shop in front of his father’s shouts: “Catch thieves, thief ah!”When people around and so we rushed over, only know that the two young people do not know, in the middle of the night knock on the door of the store, he said to be passing here, hungry to die, want to buy something to eat.Good father did not think, put on clothes opened the shop door.Can be mended, two people have come up with a knife and took away a lot of alcohol and tobacco.Many of us do not chase to catch up, let the matter rest.Although it has some sad their father, but he just told us, the two men must have difficulties, no one would run the risk of do the job, and after more careful on the line.I think that this is the father of tolerance and generosity of others for life, it made me understand, treat even a bad thing, but also to see the other side of it.    I sell something in a small shop more and more time, slowly I actually love this line of business.One day my father and I mentioned when chatting about it, my father say, is not necessary the sweat university entrance exam, the shop earns enough for two people to eat, and then open a bigger store in the future, may also better.I remember that my father did not speak, I did not think.The next day, the father let the little sister store everything taken away, shut up shop.In our family’s surprise, the father said a word, fed and warm, think of lust, complacency no ambition, off you want to read, to go to school.So many years to come, my father was the kind of “broken wrist aspirations,” the spirit really let us admire, this spirit also prompted me to study hard, to complete his father’s wishes.    Hear my mother say, our family is a middle peasant in the era of my grandfather’s house, former home of a very wealthy, large fruit trees throughout the village is our home.But our family is not as rich as some of the villagers bad, our family and treated like a family member, like the village people to get along, to let them raise fruit trees so that they receive, and later in the overthrow landlords, our family’s fruit trees also points to the village people, but our family has not denounced by the people in the village, but the father also became captain.When the captain father and Forestry center grows when a radius of a few people in the village just as good and get a lot of people’s respect.When my father took me out together, if met people who are familiar with the road, the other certainly at first bicycle or horse-drawn carriage, and his father all the way to say hello, just leave after a few pleasantries.I think this is the father image and status in people’s minds, only selfless dedication and open minds, hearts will get people really respect and love.    Not to open shop, and his father began a street waste collection.Then there is no car, my father with a shelf car, the family bought a small donkey pulling, so, my father began to make a living for several years in the waste collection.Several villages around people know his father, his father came to see, they put the waste out ready, let me just give you the money my father casually points.First, they believe the father, the other is the poor father.Whenever this time, my father does not feel any embarrassment, on the waste front of their face a little clear enough for them to change, does not account for a penny cheaper.In the waste collection process, most father happy, than to hear people praise me to learn in front of him.Sometimes, the father of our waste collection just after school, he would wait until my school, so I sat down his donkey board the car, yelling all the way to the little donkey trot to rush home.    At the time I was young, did not know what, just remember sitting on a donkey board the car, feeling the car a Britain Britain ran a forward quickly, very happy.Car loaded with all sorts of waste, folded neatly in front of old cardboard boxes, is scheduled to be back in uniform glass jar, covered with wrinkles father’s face in the sun even more old, lean body in dray on down a long shadow, his mouth smoking a cigarette smoke of wind drift.Father has given us that people are not doing what line shame, as long as self-reliant, others will respect you.    The summer of 1991, I successfully admitted to the county high school.This year, my family’s economy more difficult, above sister and three brothers were born in the same year the boy, his father at the same time happy ear to ear, but also worry about my school tuition.Later, his father had to borrow a monthly interest rate of 3 cents village of usury (father is reluctant to lend money to someone else’s), borrowed $ 200, wait until autumn to repay $ 260.High school to live on campus, everyone must pay to go to school food.Home more than adults, has stimulated the poor harvest, the family met at the end of wheat soon, big winter, my father went to a neighbor borrowed wheat.That one said by wheat, several people put the wheat came through my door, scrambling to let us use.Father with a silent action to support my studies, so I work harder in the future to study in.    However, his father’s body is getting worse.Father does not drink, but he smokes particularly severe, about two packs a day for.He repeatedly tried to persuade his mother, but his father said the family needed him to take care of life, it is his strong spirit tobacco support of a family medicine.Good father never smoked cigarettes, until his death, he smoked the most expensive smoke nine cents a box of “Buddha” brand cigarettes.Effects of smoking on the body of a great father, his father often coughing, spitting, but he was just like nothing, like, often to comfort us, and often personally bustling about.At that time the rural medical condition is not very good, and her father just grab some medicine to eat a little sick at the time of birth, and not too much into the hospital check-ups.    The first winter on going past high school, I also ushered in the first high school final exam.I remember that morning before a final exam in English, in school we met Uncle back home grandson, he told me he had come to act, to find the way I play, and so I say I find exam.At that time I did not think it Anan Sheng habitat finished the last one.After finished, we put the winter break, I went home and nephew.    In the village bike it did not take long, and I heard the Suona Sheng, the heart suddenly had a sense of foreboding, turned the corner, I saw hanging in front of the big white banner, my father died.I suddenly ignorant, and fell off the bike, with my nephew came too late to help me, and I cried and cried climbing towards home.Father’s illness in much the night before, called the doctors in the village, they got me to the county, but did not save his father’s life.My mother speak, the father said to them in the car, do not tell me, I’m exams.This is the last wish of his father’s family who tearfully promised.    Father so he was 58 years old, left his birth, and raised his land, leaving love him, respect him of our mother, he left his beloved, fighting off the village, left him kissed, love too, played, scolded children.Tai father since childhood experienced family tragedies from rich to poor, has experienced the pain of young childless middle-aged death of his father, but experienced too poor to eat grass and bark and age, but his father never complained to a tolerant attitude towards life, a selfless attitude towards the village a broad mind to treat the future of a harsh attitude towards children.His father’s death, let us great pain, so that villagers marvel.Father left, a few of our brethren harder life, college to college, doing business to do business, lived in the forefront of people in the village, did not live up to his father’s wishes.And our father during his lifetime, quiet life, tolerance of others, low-key work.This is my father left us a precious legacy.    A short period of two decades later, his father’s memories still fresh, there may not know his father well?(Three Wo)