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Today's Story
Standing at the end of the year, always like to look back, regaining the harvest, loss, warmth, or regret of the year.....
In 2021, there is one thing that makes me feel full of regrets and regrets, and that is about my father.
One Sunday afternoon, the sun was warm, and My Father was walking slowly downstairs in a small area. Seeing that my father was in a very good state, I decided to take him to the "youth household" where my father worked in his youth ten kilometers away (in the 1960s and 1970s, in response to the national call of the intellectual youth to go to the mountains and go to the countryside, the forestry enterprises opened up an agricultural base for young people to live and exercise in the mountains).
Before the diagnosis of advanced lung cancer, my father inadvertently mentioned this place in a chat, saying that he had not been there for many years and did not know what it looked like now. I've always kept this in mind.
After my father fell seriously ill, I thought I would never get another chance. And my father's wish was like a heavy stone pressed against my chest. Seeing that my father is in good shape today, I am ready to take the risk of taking my father with me but he has this wish. Because, I know very well: my father's illness will only get worse and worse, and if I don't go now, I'm afraid I really won't have a chance.
My father was still a little hesitant, afraid that his body would not be able to eat, and I encouraged him: If you are tired, we can come back immediately. From the father's strange excitement, it can be seen that the father is quite looking forward to it.
When I set off, I tried to drive as smoothly as possible, for fear of causing discomfort to my father. Along the way, my father looked out the window, full of excitement and gushing, and the past of the "young household" flowed like flowing water. Really, for the first time since my father fell ill, I saw the old man so relaxed and relieved.
The years of the "young household" were a highlight moment in my father's life. At that time, my father was in a period of prosperity and career, and he led a group of energetic young people to plant, harvest, produce and live in this land. The original monotonous days are colorful in my father's memories, and even some of them are yearning.
Arriving at our destination, we found that the "young households" of that year were now a private nursery, vast, neat, and green pine seedlings gave people endless hope. Familiar and unfamiliar, father walked, while recognizing, his face glowing with a light that had not been seen for a long time.
Tired of walking, some tired father stopped by the small bridge and pointed out the memories of that year.
The bungalow in the distance was the dormitory of that year, and every morning when the bell rang, all the staff would be assembled. The neat procession, the loud singing, began the day's labor. Father said that in those days, I could not go home several times a month, working every day, although my body was tired, my heart was very open.
In front of the dormitory, there used to be a small fish pond, and in the evening of summer, this is the most lively place in the ravine, with the sound of insects and frogs. Later, those young people were successively distributed to various places, and they also became the technical backbone and pillars of each unit.
Immersed in the memories, my father suddenly smiled with relief: "Every time they meet me, these boys still call me "instructor."" The father waved his arms and looked into the distance, tears of happiness flashing in the corners of his eyes. One by one, the interesting youth past is clear and unforgettable in my father's mind.
That day, my father was very happy. On the way back, under the reflection of the sunset, my father's face was rosy and peaceful. The next day, my father did not go downstairs, because yesterday's outing was really exhausting him. I regretted it a little, and my father advised, "It's okay, just rest for two days."
But a few days later, my father was hospitalized again. Seeing my father's unbearable pain, my heart gushed out a deep wave of regret and uneasiness. I really regret that I didn't take care of my father's illness and make up my own mind.
That day, my family gathered around my father, and I quietly turned my phone into recording mode and put it on his bed. When that moment came, my father was still calm. My father said, "I have a very good life, and I have no regrets in the end." The people who should have been seen have also met, the people who should have spoken have said, and the places they should have gone have gone."
After listening, as a son, my guilty heart was finally laid.
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