□ Zou Hangding
My father and mother are both chickens. If they are alive, this year is their centenary. Parents in the same year. My mother's birthday is in the first month, and my father's birthday is in the waxing moon. Father little mother eleven months. But the mother does not seem to see that she is a little older, but more young.
Father and mother in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival of 1966.
Bingxi Town, Yushan County, northeast of Gansu Province, under the Huaiyu Mountain, is an ancient landscape town with a long history of more than 1,300 years. It is the common home of parents. "Ice is the stream, jade is the mountain". The clear ice stream slowly passes through the city; the distant Huaiyu Mountain echoes with the Sanqing Mountain, with beautiful scenery and charming green mountains.
On the ninth day of the ninth month of the 12th month of the lunar calendar, his father was born in Bingxi Town, Yushan County. This day coincides with the lunar new cold festival. As the saying goes, "A little cold is a big cold, and in the blink of an eye, another year." When the twenty-third solar term of the Xin Younian year came, it was already approaching the end of the year. The north wind whistled in Ice Creek Town, dripping water into ice. Midwinter is a severe test for newborn babies. The harsh climate sometimes leaves a deep imprint on children.
My father was indeed afraid of the cold all his life. Every winter, get up early in the morning and shrink your hands and feet. When washing, the mouth often emits a "hissing haha" cool air sucking sound. He was afraid of the cold, perhaps related to the birth of the little cold festival. Although a baby is not familiar with human affairs when he first arrives in the world, his feelings are engraved into his memory. The innate feeling of coldness vaguely followed his father for a lifetime.
My father's life was ill-fated, his childhood was lost, my grandfather needed to run around, and often only sisters and brothers were dependent on each other at home, which was a cruel and tragic thing for a young child. His childhood, missing the embrace and warmth of his mother, this psychological shadow has been lingering. The maternal love that he had briefly had made him remember for the rest of his life. Even in the twilight years, I can't put it down.
In 1997, when my father was writing a memoir at my house on Desheng Road, he recalled that his mother fed him food when he was a child and taught him to read square characters, and choked up several times, which was the only memory of his mother in his heart. When he was ignorant, her mother was unable to save childbirth, and when her life was dying, she did her best to call on her family to take care of her only son. Since then, mother and son have been separated forever, and the father was less than five years old. When he reached his old age, looking back at his life, his heart of thinking of his father and his mother became more and more intense, and his sorrow came from his heart, and he could not help but cry and lose his voice.
On March 5, 2014, my father passed away peacefully at the age of ninety-four. On March 9, the school held a solemn memorial service for his father at the Hangzhou Funeral Home, and the school leader, Teacher Sun Jing, delivered a eulogy, and teachers and students mourned together. The father lay in the midst of the flowers, his face serene.
Four years later, December 22, 2018, the day of the winter solstice. Teacher Sun Jing was very touched to see her sister Zou Yuan publish a long essay in the People's Daily that remembered her mother, "Teacher-Student Feelings", and he said to me seriously: "Write about your father, his life is really not easy..." Teacher Sun Jing has carefully read the autobiography left by her father and is very impressed by her father's bumpy experience in life. He knew that after his father was blind in both eyes, he had lived in the dark for nearly thirty years, and the hardships of his life could be imagined.
After the death of his mother, my father spent the last ten years. Although there are children, daughters and grandchildren who take good care of them and invite a nanny to wait, but the old age and physical decline are getting worse and worse, and every day is not easy. Even so, my father was strong and optimistic to fight the disease and never discouraged. With tenacious will, he insisted on going to the end of his life. Therefore, Teacher Sun Jing will sincerely sigh from the bottom of his heart: "His life is really not easy."
It has been seven years since my father left us, and I still often think of Teacher Sun Jing's words. In the dead of night, the cars downstairs silently drive across the street, and the moving lights outside the window reflect on the ceiling. The scenes of the years with my father, like the stacked slides, flashed in front of my eyes. I miss my father and I am afraid to write about my father. The ambivalence made me hesitate, and I seemed to have a thousand pounds of paper when I raised my pen. Missing your parents and pushing open the door of dusty memory, whether it is joy or sorrow, you need to have enough courage to face it.
One
Our ancestral home is Linchuan (Fuzhou), Jiangxi. The surname Zou is the surname of Linchuan, and it is said that he is a descendant of the Ming Dynasty's Zuodu Yushi Zouyuan target, but it is only word of mouth, and there is no conclusive basis, let alone serious research. Around the outbreak of the Opium War in 1840, my great-grandfather Chen Chugong moved from Linchuan, Jiangxi to Yushan in northeastern Jiangxi to settle down. At henglutou in Bingxi Town, Yushan County, Chen Chugong and his friends partnered to run a noodle restaurant to maintain a family's livelihood. His grandfather, Huai Xigong, helped at a small noodle shop. After hard work every day, I never forget to read. The long chopsticks of the cauldron could not be released. After closing the door at night, I often read it at night with candles until the chicken chirps. Hanging cone thorn strands, hard self-study; the sea of books is vast, and there is no teacher to understand.
In 1909, after emperor Xuantong ascended the throne, in order to celebrate his ascension to the throne, an exception was made to hold a national examination for the imperial examination. This was China's last imperial examination. Huai Xigong passed the examination and was selected by examination, and he was 33 years old at the age of 33 in high school. In the following year, Duke Huaixi traveled a long distance, braved the wind and rain, went to Beijing to obtain a meritorious name, and became an official of the imperial court. Young talent, excellent character and learning. According to the introduction of Yushan Gongsheng Huang Rong'en (grandfather of the famous Chinese surgeon Huang Jiasi), in 1910, Huai Xigong and Huang Rong'en's adopted daughter Shen Shuixian married Qin jin.
Her grandmother, Shen Shuixian, graduated from the Yushan Women's Primary Normal School. Dignified Andy, Xiangfu godson, and grandfather Qinser and Ming. His father was born in such an enviable family of scholars, and was influenced by poetry and books and loved by his parents from an early age. Until his old age, his father could still blurt out the poems written by Huai Xigong in the Mid-Autumn Festival, "When the time comes, under the bright light of white things, the flawed day talks about poetry a few times ago." In the morning, she will teach the writing class, and at night, teach the English girl to wear the needle. "Happy families are always husband and wife, and respect each other as guests. Duke Huaixi's heartfelt praise and affection for his wife were filled with words. The Psalms leave behind a period of quiet and beautiful years.
But things are unpredictable. Misfortune and happiness depend on each other, life is impermanent, and in 1926, the Zou family suffered a huge blow. In March, his father tragically lost his loving mother, and in August his grandmother (Duchess Chenchu) passed away. At the end of the same year, his father's stepmother, Mrs. Qian, passed away unexpectedly. Misfortune is not alone, and the fate of the heavy blows follows, which is unexpected. Within a year, three relatives died, and the family road was even worse. In the face of such misfortune, Huai Xigong was exhausted and sad.
But life cannot be mourned for a long time. After sending off your loved ones, the days are difficult and you have to go on. After the funeral, Huai Xigong put down his grief, straightened his waist, and faced two young children, he resolutely picked up the burden of being both a father and a mother.
That year, his father was almost five years old, and Huai Xigong began to write and write for his enlightenment, and erti was ordered to read the history books. After teaching at home for four years, Fang entered a private school to study. After three years of private school education to lay a solid foundation, he was then sent to the primary school of the Rixing Senior Agricultural School and directly transferred to the sixth grade. This kind of unconventional way of education, which seems to be unique, is actually confident. Reading poetry and books to lay a solid foundation in Chinese language; dabbling in subsets of scripture and history, and cultivating a lofty and far-sighted life ambition may be the good intention of Huai Xigong to cultivate his son. This kind of training method is very stamina, and the more you learn, the more advantageous it becomes. The one-on-one teaching left a deep memory in my father's heart. He always believed in this way of teaching and applied it to his children and grandchildren. More on that later in the article.
His father was 13 years old in Bingxi Town, Yushan, Jiangxi.
Feasting on traditional Chinese studies, my father wrote beautiful and good words. His calligraphy is full of ink and strong. Every year, when he resigned from the old and welcomed the new, his father always had to write a poem of Chairman Mao and hang it at home. His words are sprinkled vertically and horizontally, and the rigidity and softness are harmonious; the Hidden Front is slightly exposed, and the Exposed Front is round and plump, echoing back and forth, strong and powerful. The Burrow has ink treasures, full of brilliance. When neighbors see their father's calligraphy works, they must carefully appreciate them, and they all praise them. This kind of boy skill, which came from childhood, is solid and reliable, and the father has benefited from it all his life. Grandfather Huaixi taught his son to be generous and did a great job.
His father had a deep foundation in calligraphy, and his hard pen writing was also unique. The pen is like a flowing stream of clouds, dashing and beautiful; the momentum up and down is coherent, and the same line is inherited. It is extremely aesthetic and ornamental, and if it is used as a hard pen writing, it is not inferior.
After graduating from primary school, his father was admitted to Hangzhou Zongwen Middle School to receive a Western-style education and began to learn English. His English writing font is beautiful cursive ( Cursive ) , undulating, round and smooth. The dragon and snake flew in capital letters, and the whole article was written in one breath, just like a river of spring water rushing in, carefully observing and tasting, and the subtlety was indescribable.
English preparation notes left by my father.
My father wrote beautifully in English, and he wrote in Russian in the same original way.
Later, when I was 28 years old, I taught myself English (russian in middle school), and I found out my father's English writing manuscripts when he was in college as a Fa Ti, but after practicing and practicing, I only learned a little bit. Only then did I understand that my father had a solid foundation of basic skills and profound kung fu. No matter how I imitated it, the impetuous sketch was just a shape, and the dashing and ethereal that my father buried deep in the words could not learn.
Two
I was seven years old in elementary school. Only three months after the start of school, I unfortunately developed infectious jaundice hepatitis. Suspended from school and isolated, most of the six months can not attend class. My father did not want to see me left behind and relegated to the ranks, and at night, despite the fatigue of the day, he taught me arithmetic under the lamp. Easy to get started without problems. After learning later, it gradually became a little difficult. After all, I had only been in class for three months. Especially the addition and subtraction mixed operation, even if my father talks dryly, I still understand that the calculation is not good. So my father grabbed a handful of red beans, fell on the table, added and subtracted them with physical objects, and let me count horizontally. Use an intuitive method to understand the mix of addition and subtraction, and then add dots to dial, and you will cross the hurdle at once. My father taught me to be patient and never impatient. He waited, waiting for me to slowly grasp in calm and confidence. This way of education is perfect for children. In September of the following year, I returned to school and moved to the second grade. After almost a year off, I was still a good student in my class.
Now that I am my own grandfather, whenever I teach my granddaughter Lele under the lamp, I think of my father's calm and confident eyes. I remembered the father and son who were teaching carefully in the dim light and the rows of red beans lined up on the table.
When I was in the third grade of elementary school, one day after dinner, my father pulled out a copy of the "New Observation" magazine with a picture of Chairman Mao working on the plane. The cabin looks like an office, with a large desk. My father told me about a picture poem by Guo Moruo, "Photography of Chairman Mao Working in the Plane." Guo Moruo's poem is easy to understand, and after his father explained the difficult sentence in the poem, "There are two suns inside and outside the machine", he basically understood it. This poem of Guo Moruo can still be memorized to this day. In particular, the last two sentences of the whole poem: "Like the lofty mountains and mountains of Jingmu, it is also like the vast and heavy ocean." Why doesn't Guo Moruo write it as an ocean, I think it is strange to write about heavy ocean, my father told me that "heavy ocean" is more expansive than "ocean". When I closed my eyes again, I felt as if I could see the sparkling sea stretching endlessly. This was the first poem my father told me as a child, and it seemed like a casual explanation, but it opened the window of my soul. My father would never have thought that it was he who planted the seed of love of poetry and the lofty spiritual sustenance in my heart, so that I always maintained a poetic and beautiful vision of life and tomorrow, no matter whether I was in good times or bad times.
In the summer of 1965, I was about to enter middle school. One day, my father brought back a tape recorder, the one whose suitcase was the size and bulky. He carefully closed the doors and windows to teach me English phonetics. At that time, it was against taking the "white road". My family lives in the teacher's dormitory, and my mother is only afraid that her neighbors will not know well, lest she cause trouble, and she is very disgusted by my father's approach. However, my father insisted on learning English for me to take the first step, and in the education of his children, my father was stubborn and never willing to give in.
The tape recorder turntable rotated gently, and my father taught me one by one according to the phonetic alphabet. When I encounter a phonetic transcription that is as light as a whisper, I will be repeatedly asked to recognize it. After a summer vacation, the teaching was satisfactory. However, man is not as good as heaven. Unexpectedly, after the beginning of the school, the eight classes of a grade were divided into two languages. Four in English, four in Russian. I was in the seventh class and was assigned to learn Russian. Yin and yang are wrong, and the work is lost. It seems like a small thing, but it makes my father very frustrated and sad. In his eyes it was a big deal, because he knew the role and influence of English and Russian on the future. But for an intellectual who understands English, it is difficult for him to accept the fact that his son cannot learn English. My father tried to change to an English class, but he ran into walls everywhere. He didn't succeed. Nor is it going to work out. The classification of foreign languages in grades is a school decision announced by Zhang Bang, and no one can change it. Indignant and helpless, my father indignantly asserted that this Russian class division was short-lived and would not be held again. This statement naturally has resentment, but I admire my father's judgment. The following year, the Russian class was really unfortunate to be caught by him, and since then he has disappeared from the middle school. It was just that we were unlucky, which deeply frustrated my father.
The matter of English and Russian was very deeply taught to me, and my father ran around for me with all his heart, and I was always worried. I feel sorry for my father for not being able to study well. We are poor teacher families, and without excellent grades, I know very well that there will be no good future in the future. Studying well is my only option. At the end of the first semester of secondary school, I excelled in all my homework, including Russian, which the teacher thought I was resistant to. Because of my outstanding grades, I became the head of the class, and my parents were deeply pleased. My father specially entrusted someone to buy a dark blue canvas school bag from Shanghai to give it to me, and the school bag with the metal buckle was very fashionable, which made me very happy. This is the Spring Festival in 1966, and the future is full of sunshine and hope. However, in the summer, when the Cultural Revolution Movement began, my formal education in the middle school classroom came to an abrupt end. The good dream has only just begun and is over. Heavy knowledge and learning and hope that Jackie Chan's heartlong father, at this time the disappointment in his heart is beyond words.
After graduating from middle school, he went to the countryside and was recruited by "Zhiqing" to return to the city. I went into the factory and worked as an electrician. When I was 28 years old, I suddenly woke up and began to learn English on my own, and my father gave me a lot of encouragement and specific guidance, although it was late, but it was very useful. Later, after being admitted to the Provincial Import and Export Company, my father was deeply pleased to see that I could skillfully engage in the export trade of machinery and equipment in English. After twenty-four years of staggering years, my father finally breathed a long breath and never bothered with English again.
But in those days, English alone was not enough, and the requirements of the times were far more than that. In April 1985, I took the Zhejiang Provincial Higher Education Self-study Examination. Self-study while working, family heavy burden of learning is very hard. And the "self-examination" elimination rate is very high, although the first session has nearly 20,000 candidates, but less than 200 successfully graduated on schedule, the real "one in a hundred".
At that time, my father lived in Huajiachi's brother's house, and he was pleased to hear that I was studying hard, and he completely disregarded the weakness of his eyesight and carefully wrote a volume of "Interpretation of Qu Yuan's Departure from The Troubles", which was specially sent by brother To. On the title page, he wrote down five ways to study classical literature, and inspired me with the famous sentence "Huai and An, really ruined" in the "Left Biography".
My father always gave timely instruction and support on my way to growing up. I firmly remembered his every word and tried my best, never daring to live up to his expectations of me. In June 1987, I obtained a college diploma in "Chinese Language and Literature" in the first self-study examination of higher education in Zhejiang Province. My father was very happy, and gladly wrote on the title page of the book "Dictionary of Ancient Chinese Famous Sentences" and encouraged me to write an inscription.
In the process of children's cultivation and education, fathers have always been very discerning, never scrupulous and sloppy. He has never asked for anything personal in life and is very accommodating. Only when it comes to learning and educating his children is he a very honest and opinionated man, who never compromises.
Three
My father had received good education and strict training since he was a child, and he firmly believed that children should be enlightened and wise early, and their vision must be broadened and lofty. He has always tried to influence us with his ideas and methods, so he attaches great importance to the macro education of life, hoping that we will lay a useful ideological foundation and learning ability for life from an early age.
Our family has many children, and the source of livelihood is only the meager salary income of our parents. Every year when school starts in September, parents worry about the tuition fees for their five children. At the beginning of 1958, her mother was seriously ill and dying, and after a hospital blood transfusion of 4,000 ml and rescue major surgery, she saved a life. However, the hospitalization owed 360 yuan in self-financing costs, which was a huge amount of money in the year and had to be deducted from the salary every month. At the beginning of her serious illness, my mother recuperated at home, and her salary was only thirty yuan. At the end of each month, money is borrowed from the Union Mutual Aid Association. Eating grain, vicious circle, life is very poor. Every morning at five or six o'clock, my father went out to work in the factory outside Genshan Gate. The north wind whistles in the cold winter moon, and the dark morning is full of snowflakes. In order to save, my father never ate breakfast when he went to work. Life was so hard and frugal, but the parents ordered newspapers and magazines such as "Wen Wei Po", "Chinese Youth" and "Chinese Youth" for their children, and later the eldest brother threw pens from Rong to defend the country, the parents missed their sons, and the family added "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". Parents use books, newspapers and magazines to broaden our horizons and enrich our thoughts and knowledge accumulation; food can be temporarily insufficient, but spirit and knowledge cannot be malnourished. The material life is very poor, but the spiritual world is quite rich. This spiritual and cultural knowledge nourishes and nurtures the growth and lifelong growth of our children. And thus brought about the value orientation of emphasizing spirit over material, which is right and wrong, and there are opinions and wisdom. But it did deeply affect our brothers and sisters and ultimately became a common value shared by all of us.
In the midst of family hardships, the father always put the education of his children in the most important position and poured a lot of effort into his work. As his children became self-reliant one by one, with the emergence of the third generation, he began to shift his vision and educational focus to his grandchildren.
On Children's Day in 1985, my granddaughter Shanshan had just turned three years old. On that day, his father brought out the large brick platform and emblem ink that his ancestor Huai Xi had used, and he used it to teach Calligraphy to Shanshan. The mother, who had been a primary school teacher all her life, did not approve of her granddaughter's early initiation of the word. When my father was in a hurry, he stood up and consulted with his mother, so he let him try it once, only half an hour. If the granddaughter doesn't like it, it ends immediately. The mother was silent. My father wrote a good stroke with a red pen on the study book, and asked Shanshan to copy it. In the small patio, a square stool and a small wooden stool serve as desks and chairs. Her father held Shanshan's small hand and taught her to write the first stroke of her life, and also wrote into the perseverance and ambition of her life.
Shanshan Wenjing has a bookish heart, a stroke of careful description, half an hour actually flashed by, father and mother were overjoyed to see it. Since then, the teaching of calligraphy has been carried out every day without pause, and my father has made great contributions. After Shanshan won the Special Invitation Award of the Children's Calligraphy Competition at the age of four, my father took money and told me to go to Shaozhi Yan Pen Zhuang in Guanxiangkou to buy ten pieces of good emblem ink and twenty branches of Huzhou Center Yang Milli Pen. Later, my father took another fifty yuan and told us to go to Xinhua Bookstore and buy a copy of the "Chinese Calligraphy Dictionary", which weighed four kilograms and was priced at thirty-eight yuan. In 1987 my monthly salary was only thirty-four dollars. One rainy day, we went to the Xinhua Bookstore in the province to buy this heavy copy of the "Chinese Calligraphy Dictionary" and took it home like a treasure. My father immediately opened the title page of the dictionary and wrote eight big characters with a brush in the name of his grandfather and grandmother, "Determined to be successful, Junqi MianXuan".
At this time, his father's eyesight had dropped sharply, and he knew that blindness in both eyes was inescapable. So he seized the time to make a final attempt, leaving the ink treasure to pass on to his descendants before he went blind. He worked day and night, buried his head in writing, and he wanted to take the inheritance of Hanmo poetry and calligraphy as the spirit of family culture. Even if you lose your own light, you must leave a lone lamp to illuminate future generations.
When I moved last year, I found more than a dozen large character books on the bottom floor of the bookcase, all of which were handwritten red fan characters left by my father for my granddaughter, and the cover of each book was numbered and written with Shanshan's name. Hold it in your hand, like a heart. It's like cherishing my father's ardent expectations. Father is still with us. His exhortations were as heavy as their ears. These thirty years have passed in a flash, and the world is changing rapidly. The world is quietly changing, but the precious words and ideas left by my father have not changed. As the years passed, it confirmed what is called the literature of generations, benefiting future generations; what is passed down from generation to generation, which is endless.
Four
The father was a man who suffered greatly for the family and had a responsibility. The sick and frail wife and children in the family have spent his whole life caring for them, and it is also a burden that he will always carry on his shoulders, as long as he lives, he will never back down and push back. He has no hobbies or enjoyment, and there is never the word "self" in him. He has neither power nor wealth, and the only thing he can do is withhold and exploit himself. As long as there is a little good thing in life, he must leave it all to his wife and children.
My eldest sister once said a small thing more than sixty years ago: in the mid-50s, my father worked in the Labor Road unit. At noon, I queued up in the canteen to buy a good dish he thought was fried with radish, and I was reluctant to eat it. At noon, he hurriedly delivered vegetables to Nanshan Road Hangzhou Shifu Primary School, and asked the eldest sister to hand over to her mother for lunch. And the mother pushed that the stomach is sad not to eat, maybe this is a pretext, anyway, want the son and daughter to eat. However, the brothers and sisters were too young at that time, and they ate some of them casually, and most of the remaining cups were dumped casually. Parents did not know about this "violent object". More than sixty years passed, and many touching details behind my father emerged. The eldest sister remembered this past again. She whispered that she was so sorry for her father, and now when she thought of him, she felt a deep sense of guilt. Yes, the place in the world that can never be returned is the past. The ten-year-old girl was ignorant and did not have to blame herself for this little thing today. On the contrary, it is this small matter that makes the image of the father more full and full. We should turn our guilt into deep nostalgia for our parents.
As the old saying goes: there are unpredictable storms in the sky, and people have bad luck and bad luck. Just as our group of children are slowly growing up and the family situation is gradually relaxed, the tired parents have not yet had time to catch their breath, and a dangerous disaster has quietly struck us.
Winters in Hangzhou are cold and snowy. Heavy snow fell in early 1958. Under the eaves of the street hung a long ice sheet upside down, like a dangling dagger hanging above the heads of passers-by. During the cold season, the mother suddenly fell into a coma due to perforation of stomach ulcers and heavy bleeding. Blood transfusion of 4,000 ml is still hanging on the line, and it is in danger. Father encountered the darkest moment of his life. February 12 is the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Waxing Moon, the family reunion, and the lights of thousands of families. But our dear mother has come to the brink of life and death. Late at night, the bleeding continued and the situation was critical, and the hospital consultation decided to explore the abdomen by caesarean section. The doctor asks the father to sign the notice of critical illness surgery, and the weak father holds the notice, such as the final judgment of life and death. Under the pressure of Qianjun, his whole body trembled. He really couldn't sign the word "agree." "Agreeing" may mean that life and death are separated from each other from now on. Thinking of the love of husband and wife, thinking of six children aged three to fourteen waiting to be fed, his tears burst out of his eyes and dripped on the notice ...
That night the cold wind whistled, and there was no cold stove in the home of the parents, and it was dark. A catastrophe is coming, but the long night is silent. A group of sensible children have long since quietly fallen asleep. They look forward to the safe return of their parents in their dreams, and they do not know that their dearest mother, who is now in a state of suspense, is coming to the end of her life. On that treacherous night, a mother could say goodbye to her young children at any time. Maybe before the sun rises tomorrow, the sleeping child has become a child who has lost his mother. The cruelty and desolation of the world are nothing but this.
Before the mother was pushed into the operating room, the principal of the school, Shen Yeli, kindly suggested to his father that he let the eldest son come to the hospital to meet his mother, and the father shook his head sadly and said that he was still young... The father could not bear to ask his young son to face such a cruel parting of life and death. Even if the sky collapses and the building will fall, the father still has to support himself alone, shielding a group of young children and girls from the storm.
1957 is the year of Ding You, the same year of the parents are chickens, in the lunar calendar, the year of the Ding Unitary Chicken is the year of their own life. Thirty-six years old, life is a hurdle. His father was born in the middle of winter, and he has always been afraid of cold. The year is approaching, but my father has encountered a bone-chilling cold in his life.
During my mother's serious illness, my father spent day and night in the hospital, sleeping on the floor in front of the bed at night, with a straw mat under him and a thin blanket provided by the hospital. In the cold winter moon, the dripping water turned into ice, and the father and his clothes lay on the ground for eleven days. The old cotton jacket on the body was renovated because no one added wool, and there was no cotton wool in the cotton coat to become a jacket. Life and death were tormented, and fate was troubled, but my father still survived strongly. Our mother's surgery was successful, and it was the party and the country that saved our mother. On behalf of six siblings, my fourteen-year-old brother wrote an article titled "The Party Saved Our Mother," which was published in newspapers. This is also the greatest source of motivation for my father to lead our children and grandchildren to unswervingly love the party and the country.
From the founding of the family business in Yushan by the grandfather to the vitality of the descendants in Hangzhou today, the family has been fruitful for five generations. There are four generations of teaching and four generations of practicing medicine. Teaching and doctors are the two most important professions in the family. The choice of profession reflects the lofty ideals of the ancestors and parents who dedicated themselves to life. Parents teach all their lives, and they sincerely hope that future generations can choose to teach and educate people and cure diseases and save people. Devote yourself to these two people-oriented professions and serve the society with dedication to the people.
People always say that the Father's love is deep and the Father's love is great. Fathers always asked for nothing in return, and we asked for it without saying thank you. When I was with my father, I never said anything like today's text. Not once, not once. Is it hard to say "thank you" out loud? It's not hard. But I never seem to have said it seriously. I stubbornly believe that my father must understand the deep affection hidden in my heart, and there is no need for a confession between father and son. I never thought that the father-son relationship is limited, just like the life trip he took me out, we were only one of the life courses, he would often get to the station first, and then wave off the bus to make a final farewell. Father's love is as heavy as a mountain, and if you do not say aloud the gratitude in your heart at this time, you will certainly regret it for the rest of your life, because there will be no chance in this life.
Thankfully, I still have a little bit of understanding. When I became my grandfather at the age of sixty, I suddenly realized. Although it was late, it was not missing. On the fifth day of the first lunar month in 2014, it was the little cold festival, which was my father's last birthday before he died. After eating the birthday noodles and cake that night, while the nanny was busy in the kitchen, I fully expressed my deep gratitude to my father for him. Sitting next to him, holding his cold hand tightly, I finally said the words that had been hidden in the bottom of my heart all my life. There were several pauses in choking, intermittently, and the tears gradually blurred my vision. But I vaguely saw my father's warm smile.
Two months later, on March 5, my father died in the hospital, leaving us forever.
At this point in the article, sorrow and longing are filled with heart and breathless. I stood up and tried to find a picture of me with my father, but when I looked through the albums, there was no single picture of me and my father alone. I only have a picture of me when I was three years old with my father holding my sister, who was less than half a year old.
It was the spring of 1955, in the "attached small" kindergarten in the southwest corner of Hangzhou Normal School on Nanshan Road, and my father, who was sitting on a children's wooden chair, was holding his sister, and he stood on his side with a sly smile on his side. I left this precious group photo with my sister and young father in the spring.
That year, my father was thirty-three years old, and Qingjun's face could not hide the style and elegance. Spring breeze and heedy, yerba buoyant. Fathers and sons and daughters embrace each other, we love each other, life is so beautiful and happy. The spring breeze brings a faint fragrance of flowers, and the green poplar shade is full of the greatest father's love under the sky.
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