The thing I regret the most is that my father asked me to help him sort out his memoirs in his lifetime, but I didn't do it. Dad is a soldier, it seems to have joined the army in 1948, because at that time Grandma only had this one son, is not eligible to join the army, he hid his family, secretly ran from the village to the recruitment place, and then concealed the identity of the only son to register, and ran five laps in the school playground, to prove that he would not be left behind, he happily put on the yellow clothes. By the time Grandma found out and arrived, Dad was already in his military uniform. At that time, it seemed that before wearing a military uniform, if you found out that you were an only son, you would let you go home, but once you put on your clothes, you were the person of the organization, and you could not take it off again. So Dad joined the army at the age of 19. Later, he participated in the Liaoshen and Pingjin Battles with the army, and also went to Yunnan to suppress bandits, and finally crossed the river into Korea to fight. After the end of the war, he went to Luoyang to defend the second station of the Central Radio Station. In the end, because of my grandmother's reluctance, I was finally demobilized and returned to my hometown and became a farmer again. Originally, I thought that I would end my life, but soon after I arrived home, I heeded the call of the organization and returned to the county town and entered the county brigade (what organization did not ask at the time, and no one asked [tears] today). Later, it seems that he was absorbed by the army, and then dad put on the military uniform again, which was more than thirty years until the eighties of the last century, when he took off the military uniform again and went to work in the local area. Now as I get older, I begin to recall some things, and I also begin to think about some problems, and sometimes I think that my father's life was very ordinary, when he was young, he worked seriously and did not pay attention to human feelings, he was an authentic communist image, and when he was old, he was kind and approachable. It was also after he left Hugh to idle at home and had the mood to commemorate his deceased years, but he himself only participated in literacy classes, the level was really limited, he pinned his hopes on me, and I was young at that time did not understand the heart of the elderly, but also felt that my ability was limited, more importantly, lazy and think funny, Dad is an official who has a little influence in the county, what is good to write, just missed, the time is gone and never returns. I regret that if I listen to my father's story more, even if I don't write it out today, it will let me know more about the difference in my father's ordinary life and give myself more thoughts.
