Text/Hou Lingxiao
Although Father Yan has been dead for many years, whenever I am clear, I always have a sense of longing and sorrow in my heart, and I can't help but think of my father's strictness and love for me...
In the early years, Father Yan was a well-known mason in the Juancheng area. He was loyal, sincere, approachable, virtuous, and skilled, and later received many apprentices.
In October 1952, under the leadership of the county trade union organization, his father took the lead in forming the Juancheng County Handicraft Association (the predecessor of the county construction company), and served as the president, in the same year, he was recommended by the Juancheng County Trade Union as the chairman of the construction trade union, and was deeply respected and loved by the older generation of the construction industry in Juancheng County.
When I carried my school bag to elementary school, my father's instructions and discipline became more and more strict. What I remember vividly is that summer, because I did not complete the homework assigned by the teacher, I was put on the blackboard by the very strict teacher Qin with my ears, and I skipped school because I was afraid of my parents' lessons, and I was prompted by the psychology of being bored with school. Greedy, my friends and I went swimming in the village river. Coincidentally, I was met by my father, who came home from the county town, and he angrily drove me out of the river and slapped me on the back, which was the first time I learned from my father's strict discipline. I ran home crying with five fingerprints, and my loving mother wiped her tears in pain and complained that my father's hands were too heavy, and blamed him for not hitting the child. Maybe my father regretted his mistake, he had a kind attitude at noon, combined with the fact that he had no culture to touch the "nails" to educate me, and said to me in a serious way: "Child, it is not right to skip school." If you don't study well, you will suffer losses in the future, and you will not be able to make a difference. "Since then, I have taken my father's earnest teachings to heart, lived up to his ardent expectations of me, consciously abided by school discipline, and studied cultural knowledge conscientiously and diligently, so from primary school to high school, my academic performance has always been among the best." At that time, the award certificates posted on the walls of the old hall house became my father's most admired reason and "capital".
Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water. My parents gave birth to my brother and me in their 40s, had children in middle age, licked their calves, and my father loved me very much. In the 1960s, rural life was very difficult, and my mother earned work in the production team by labor, and my father worked in a construction agency, and the salary was only 46 yuan. At that time, my father enjoyed the planned rations supplied by the state, and the stewards were rationed with 29 catties per month, of which coarse grain accounted for 30%, and the supply of fine grain (white noodles) was sometimes not guaranteed. At that time, there was an "old station cupboard" (a cupboard for storing food) in my hall, and my mother would sometimes take out white noodles "rolls" from the cupboard for me to eat, and in the famine years when sweet potatoes were the main food, how happy it was to be able to taste the delicious taste of white noodles "rolls" from time to time! Later, I heard my mother say that I learned that my father ate coarse grains for three meals a day at the unit, and sometimes even starved, and exchanged the saved fine steamed bread tickets for white-faced "rolls" to carry home, and now I think of my parents' nurturing grace and still make me cry. The "old station cabinet" when I was a child was the nutritional "supply station" that my father devoted to nurturing my growth, and it attracted my taste buds like a magnet. This fatherly love is deeply imprinted in my childhood memories.
For as long as I can remember, my father had a worn-out Golden Deer bicycle with a "carriage mat" made of van cloth tied in the middle of the triangular frame. Young people are now unfamiliar with this object, and for me as a child, the "car mat" is my most intimate and long-awaited beloved thing. Because my father's "car pants" were stuffed with fatherly love at that time, I am still very impressed and attached to this thing.
Some people say, "Father's love is like a mountain, majestic and magnificent; Father's love is like fire, intense and hot." These words deeply touched me, recalling my father's meticulous care for me when I was a child, and I still remember it vividly. I remember one evening in the late autumn of that year, my father rode home from the county seat, "Jian, come, look at the big apple I bought for you!" My father called my nipple name amiably, and took two large apples from the car trunk, and the young man ran over in surprise and took two red apples that were larger than the palm of my hand, and a fragrance filled the old house. I gulped down the sweet apple and handed the other apple to my father, who was sitting smiling and squinting. "Don't eat! Don't eat! I'm afraid of sweetness." So I ate all the remaining apples, leaving only the cores of the apples, and I jumped and ran away satisfied. As I grew older, I slowly understood that my father was leaving me the best.
At that time, my family because of the large population (grandpa, grandmother also at home to eat and live), labor is small, at the end of each year in the production team are typical "lack of grain households", therefore, life is relatively poor, usually father's diet diet, careful calculation of life, although living a hard life, but the father every time home has never been empty, "car pants" will always bring some snacks I love to eat. Yellow apricots in the wheat season, melon fruits in the summer, pears and dates in the autumn, etc., my father's "car pants" that were once filled with father's love have become unforgettable memories of my life.
My father's "strict management of family law" has always accompanied my growth process. In August 1978, I went from being a social teacher to my father's "successor", a construction worker. At the beginning of his employment, his father still served as deputy manager during the retention period of the original unit, and he paid great attention to and loved our 18 "successor" students. Constantly use the evening time to organize us to give "political lessons", educate us to learn from Shi Chuanxiang, Wang Jinxi, Lei Feng and other advanced figures, talk about the arduous entrepreneurial spirit and exemplary deeds of the company's elders, and understand the reason and move with affection. What often hangs on the lips is "to love the construction industry", "to do a line of love", "to take the company as a home", "to move closer to the party organization" and so on. At the meeting, the father's expectant gaze and serious look made the students remember it for a lifetime.
"Strictness is love, leniency is harm, and not teaching is a scourge." This is also a sentence that my father often nagged at me. Therefore, my father's requirements for me were more stringent: "Be honest, work seriously, concentrate on learning technology, and be a good worker who is red and professional!" This is my father's advice and encouragement to me.
In order to prevent me from breeding a "sense of superiority" in my thinking, soon after I went to work, my father instructed the Political Engineering Department to assign me to the first line of construction labor training, and to eat and live and work with the construction front-line workers. The summer top is scorching, the winter is cold, the sun is full of soil, and the rain is covered with mud. Front-line labor has cultivated my spirit of bearing hardships and standing hard work and the courage to overcome difficulties, so that I understand that bearing hardships and standing hard work is a "compulsory course" for life's struggle, and it is the cornerstone and ladder for life to succeed. Under the care and guidance of my father, through my own efforts to forge ahead, I was selected by the company as a material accountant, accounting supervisor, office director, union chairman, etc. by an ordinary construction worker. He has received many commendations and awards from provincial and municipal construction departments, and in September 1988, he gloriously joined the Communist Party of China.
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【About the author】Hou Lingxiao is a member of the Shandong Writers Association, the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association, and the Heze Writers Association. He is a member of Zibo Prose Literature Society, a member of Heze Poetry Society, deputy secretary-general of Juancheng County Writers Association, and the editor-in-chief of Lei Ze Literature. His works have been scattered in Liaoning "Party School", "Qilu Evening News", "Lianhe Daily", "China Construction Daily", "Modern Writers", "Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection", "Yellow Sea Prose Biennial Selection", "Yellow Sea Prose Hundred Works Selection", "(Heze Daily" and other newspapers, magazines, books and literary networks nearly 100 times, and won more than 80 honorary certificate awards at all levels.
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