Yu Dunqiang: My father left the first winter

Author:Yu Dunqiang(Lv Ziyu)

In the cold early morning, the winter solstice quietly came, insomnia accompanied by dreams constantly wrapped around the vines of literature, in the withered countryside, looking for a trace of warmth, comfort and spark that has not yet been extinguished.

My father has been gone for almost a year, and his heart has not stopped immersed in a sad world, and he has begun to recall the bits and pieces of his father's life. Memories blow into the mind like the north wind. The pain and joy of the past are played in the sky. The sky that swept through winter was no longer cold, and the kind gaze occupied the whole soul and illuminated the courtyard in the early morning.

Persimmon trees grow turquoise leaves, and small vegetable gardens are full of life. Early in the morning, I was enjoying the light kiss of spring in the courtyard, and my mother rushed over and said with a panicked face: "Your father has blood in his phlegm recently. I was stunned when I heard it, remembering that when my father was hospitalized a few years ago, he was obviously much thinner, and he also found that the texture on the lungs was thicker. The doctor once smiled and said to his father: "The elder brother is good to quit smoking, otherwise the lungs will have a big problem." The father looked up and said, "Doctor! I started smoking as a teenager, smoking for so many years, it's not good to quit! "The family persuaded his father to quit smoking, but his father was too stubborn and still went his own way, and after a long time, we couldn't change his habits, so we could only let him smoke less."

When my mother saw me without speaking, she said anxiously, "What are you doing?" I quickly said, "Go check it out, maybe you accidentally cut your throat while eating, wait until the test results come out, right?" The mother nodded and walked away worriedly.

I was in the yard and couldn't feel the birds and flowers of spring. After my sister knew, her eyes were red, and she probably cried before she came, and I said, "Got a fight with my brother-in-law?" "No, the sand came into my eyes." I know that my sister is stronger and rarely sheds tears in front of her family, and she may also feel that her father's illness is very serious.

My father always had a wish to go to Tiananmen Square to see the rostrum in his lifetime, and he said that it was a place that represented the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. Later, my father always said that watching Tiananmen Square on TV was the same, and we knew that he spent his limited money on the burden of life, so he never did it.

My sister said, "Sign up for my dad to take a group trip to Beijing, right?" "I have that idea too. My mother couldn't go because of motion sickness, and I had the unshirkable responsibility to accompany my father to Beijing.

Father said, "It costs a lot of money, doesn't it?" "My father said this because my family was poor before, and my sister liked to draw, and I couldn't afford to buy paper for painting at that time, so my father always felt very sorry. From his expression, I could feel that my father wanted to go to Beijing to see.

My sister said, "I'll give you this money, and you'll enjoy it, don't worry about it." ”

I said, "When I come back from Beijing, I'll take you to the south to see the xiaoqiao and the flowing water." ”

The mother smiled and said, "Old man, if you don't go out to play, you will have to go all over China!" The father anxiously interjected next to him, his face flushed.

The evening sky, as rosy as my father's face, and the wind blew an auspicious cloud, wandering outside the window, and I closed my eyes and prayed reverently: I hoped that time would go slower, and my father's laughter would stay a little longer, in our memories.

About the Author:

Lü Ziyu, a native of Qingdao, Shandong, pen name Wei Yiqing and Zhuo Buzheng, is currently the director of "Famous Jurisprudents". He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Poetry Society, and the Chinese Character Copyright Association.

Photo: Lu Ziyu