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By the way, my father has been dead for 36 years. If he were still alive, he would be 90 years old by now. My father died young, and when he died, he was only 53 years old and I was only 10 years old.
I will never forget the early summer when the cicadas were crying, and I was in school when my cousin pushed open the door of the classroom in a panic, called me out, and asked me to take a leave of absence to go home. My cousin told me that my father was sick and that he missed me, so he asked him to pick me up. At that time, I was so young that I believed my cousin's words, and without a little social experience and life experience, I didn't think about my father's serious illness or death at all—after all, he was too young—but all this was still coming.
The family has set up a spiritual shed, and the adults in the village are coming in and out of the spiritual shed, busy with their own affairs. The weather was sweltering, there was not a hint of cool breeze, and several of my uncles who were good to me looked at me worriedly. They knew that my father was gone, that I had lost my "protective umbrella," and that I was about to begin my unfortunate life.
Overnight, the locust trees in the whole village blossomed, the branches of the locust trees, the bees played with butterflies, and the locusts were fragrant in the streets and alleys. People in the village said that his father had accumulated virtue and good deeds all his life, and the heavens had eyes, so that the overflowing locust incense sent his father on this last journey. They also said that their father was a good man, and after his death, he would surely protect his descendants in the township, and the whole village participated in the funeral procession, and the cries resounded throughout the heavens.
My father left, I also lived up to expectations, with my own wisdom and diligence, I was admitted to a well-known university in the province, took the first step in the long march, completed a dream in my father's heart, and took a key step towards his last wish.
Some people in the village said that my life was bitter, and I laughed, and my life was not bitter. When he was young, he had the protection of his father, when he was a teenager, he had the support of his family, when he was young, he had the honor of marrying a virtuous wife, and after marriage he had a wise and lively son, a father and a kind mother, a wife and a virtuous son, why bother?
Moreover, there are many people in society who have good hearts, who sympathize with me and help me, and who care for me. When I think of this, I can't help but cry. Although there are unhealthy trends in society, I have witnessed them with my own eyes over the years, but they are just the work of some clowns who jump beams, they will not be able to do it for a long time, goodness and integrity will eventually overcome the false evil ugly, and evil does not suppress righteousness. Father's wish is about to be fulfilled, although we have paid a heavy price, but for a good wish, it is worth it!
Although my father only accompanied me for ten years, his integrity, kindness and selflessness affected my life. My father named me Fuxian, one is to hope that when I grow up, I can contribute to the country and the people; the other is to hope that I will be happy and peaceful in my life, "blessed", and the harmonic sound of "Fuxin". I am also following the path of life that my father has designed for me, and I am walking with confidence. I looked forward to happiness, just as my father had hoped for.
I remember when my father and I squatted down on the radio and listened to the news about the front line of LaoShan. The deeds of the heroes are deeply moving, and I still remember the words of the soldiers on the front line - "Sacrifice me alone, happiness a billion people", which influenced my life and became a classic sentence that my father taught us.
Every day at dusk, the sunset sprinkled the golden afterglow all over the courtyard, and my father and I sat on the low stool in front of the door, listening to the commentaries and stories such as "Yang Jiajian" and "Yue FeiChuan" on the radio, which laid a good foundation for the formation and shaping of my character in my life. My father always wanted me to be a good person, and I kept trying, even though I was still doing a bad job.
My father's students said that I was like my father, but I was a little ashamed, and my father's integrity and kindness were beyond my reach and could not be looked back on. My father was my idol, he influenced me with his words and deeds, he educated me. I will be satisfied if I can hear someone say, "You are a good man," and if I can hear someone say, "You are like your father," then I will thank him.
Father, I have a relationship with you, and calling you "Father" in this life is a blessing that I have cultivated in my previous life. The only regret is that our time together is too short, and if there is an afterlife, I would like to be your son again - father and son reunited, and continue the frontier!
A ploughing cow that fell to the ground left a piece of fertile soil behind it; a burning torch illuminated the way forward for everyone. That's you, my dear father!
Father, please rest in peace under the Nine Springs.
About author:Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province. Use poetry to record the joys and sorrows of life, use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world; good reading, love calligraphy, to praise the true feelings of the world, to say all the unfairness of the world. He is a contracted writer of Chinese original novels, who has written the novella "Auspicious and His Partners", as well as short stories, miniature novels, essays, and poems, totaling millions of words, and his works are scattered on various online platforms.
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