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Sometimes, when I think of my stepfather's words and things, his kind and simple eyes always come to mind. Although his teachings may sound hearsay to us at the time, in retrospect, many of his practices actually have a subtle impact on our lives.
Remember, children, that people who sleep late are not very lucky. Whenever my younger siblings and I hadn't slept late at night, my stepfather would say it half-jokingly, half-seriously. At first, we didn't really understand the meaning, but he was trying to support my mother to put us to bed as soon as possible. But gradually, under his patient and kind teaching, we all consciously formed a good habit of orderly work and rest.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, a typical small northern county, there are only a few figures left on the road. With tears in my eyes, I put my arms around my wife and walked through the dark alley and pushed open the old-fashioned wooden door of my mother's house.
Hey, this place has not been touched for a while!
I replied to her angrily: Of course, we all want to have a Spring Festival without worries and worries, so we will clean up the house.
My wife gave me a blank look, and sighed to herself: However, although we have a high monthly income now, we feel more and more that the festival is like this. Originally, the fifteenth Lantern Festival of the first month was the most important reunion day, but now, every year more attention is paid to making dumplings on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the rest of the time is not to mention reunion.
I thought to myself, she was right, everyone is working overtime to make money every holiday in order to live a better life, and the customs and atmosphere of the festival are indeed getting weaker and weaker. I don't think that's a good thing, though.
Whenever I think of my stepfather, I think of him doing housework: old blue overalls stained with mud, rough but skillful hands, peeling potatoes with a knife, and babbling old and feudal sayings.
Suffering is a blessing, and you will definitely not understand this truth now, but you will know it in the future. Our stepfather always taught us that. When we were children, we naturally couldn't understand the philosophy, we just felt that he was too conservative and what he said was too roundabout. But as I grew older, especially after I entered the society and worked hard, I began to realize that there is indeed a lot of great wisdom behind these clichés.
It's just that many times, we may mistake our stepfather's kind teachings for ordinary preaching. It wasn't until that night, when I accidentally found the cardboard box left behind by him in the old house, that I had a new understanding of him.
The old cardboard box was small, old, and seemed to have been in the corner for years. My wife wanted to throw it away, but I stopped her. Out of indescribable curiosity, I opened the box and once again saw the relics that belonged to my stepfather: a few photographs of him as a young man, a dozen slightly broken letters, and a few old books that had been yellowed.
In the photo, a strange young man, not tall but with clear eyebrows, dressed in the fashionable clothes of the year, is walking forward confidently. The letter was written by a Yuying. I opened a few of them, and vaguely tasted a simple and heavy taste of love from the words.
These letters can't be the same ones that my stepfather had with him when he was young, right?" said the wife, covering her mouth in surprise. I just felt so hot that I almost couldn't breathe.
My heart was pounding, and tears were pouring out in the blink of an eye. It turned out that this seemingly simple cardboard box actually treasured the footprints and wishes of my stepfather's life! I was extremely shocked and blamed myself: how could I be so impatient and understanding, so indifferent and indifferent to such a great and wise elder?
Just as I was choking and crying and hugging the cardboard box tightly, my wife asked me with concern: What's the matter, dear? Don't be too sad, after all, everyone used to be young, and it is inevitable that there will be some incomprehension and stubbornness towards the elders. But now that you understand, let's learn from your stepfather's way of behaving and doing things.
The night I found my stepfather's relics, I was devastated. Lying in bed, I thought back to the bits and pieces of my time with him, and finally realized how vexatious and childish I was with him back then.
When my wife saw my gloomy expression, she said seductively: Don't be too sad. Stepfather, his old man, understands your age, and he probably won't really take this to heart. The important thing is that you now finally know how to cherish him.
My wife patted me on the back and said, "Okay, okay, I don't regret taking the medicine." In the future, let the children learn to be grateful to their parents and elders, and be more generous and tolerant of life and others, isn't this inheriting and carrying forward the spirit of their stepfather?
Looking at these tokens in the cardboard box, my heart was gradually filled with an unprecedented sense of calm. I figured it out, I can't change the past, but I just need to do it well now. In fact, what my stepfather pursued all his life was actually a simple and simple philosophy of life: be humble, generous, cherish the present, and live well. Simple but extraordinary, it is this wise outlook on life that has made him a noble personality.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is coming. Outside the window, the lanterns have been hung neatly, and through the window lattice, you can see the children laughing in the alley. These scenes instantly pulled me back to the innocent world of my childhood, and I saw the amiable stepfather again, who was pointing out the window and smiling kindly at us.
When night fell, I put my arm around my wife's shoulders and said with emotion: I finally understand now that the Lantern Festival night is the most worthy time of the year to reunite, be grateful and cherish. In the past, we probably didn't enjoy such an important moment.
The wife smiled and said: Then you have to keep in mind now, from now on, the two of us will follow our stepfather to learn to cherish every holiday time, enjoy the joy of family, and pass on this wisdom of life from generation to generation.
I nodded vigorously, tears welling up in my eyes. I am determined to live a meaningful and valuable life like my stepfather, to cherish my family and friends, to be generous and tolerant to others, and ultimately to become a good person who makes great contributions to society and my family.
At this moment, the brilliant fireworks blooming outside the window illuminate the night sky as bright as day. I hugged my wife tightly and couldn't stop shedding tears, and my heart was extraordinarily wide and peaceful. The road ahead is long, long, but with the guidance of the life wisdom of my predecessors, I firmly believe that I will be able to walk well and steadily.
From those treasured photos when I was young, I read about a young man full of ideals and vitality; From the stack of old letters, I smelled a touching love story; From the yellowed old textbook, I saw a diligent and self-motivated student; And the blessing words written to me in my infancy made me deeply moved by the deep love of my care again.
I realized how ignorant and foolish my wife and I had turned a deaf ear to our stepfather's humility, wisdom, and tolerance. Yes, why does an elder who has experienced the aftertastes of life explain to us the true meaning of his life? It is because he hopes that with his own experience and wisdom, we younger generations can avoid some detours and not repeat the mistakes of his past.
Isn't he just hoping that we can develop a good habit of work and rest? Isn't he reminding us to have a humble and prudent attitude when he says that suffering losses is a blessing? And he collected those tokens for us, is there any other purpose, isn't it just to let us understand that a person's growth experience is often much more twists and turns and much harder than we think?
It suddenly occurred to me that all of our previous misunderstandings and complaints about our stepfather came from a fatal reason: we never really took the time to understand and know him as a person. We only superficially regard him as an elder who has existed since childhood, and we have never seriously thought about what kind of life experiences this seemingly ordinary old man has experienced to have such a wise outlook on life.
At this moment, the fireworks outside the window finally stopped, leaving only a faint smoke and night. I looked at my wife's warm eyes, and my heart suddenly brightened. I think I finally understood what was the most precious legacy that my stepfather left us.
The wife nodded, smiled and said, "Yes, we were too young to understand this. But fortunately, you have woken up now, and from now on we must firmly remember his teachings and pass them on from generation to generation.
I looked at each other, smiled, and nodded. Outside the window, the night has darkened, and a bright moon hangs high. I held the cardboard box and slowly placed it in front of the window that was sprinkled with moonlight.
My wife nodded knowingly, and we embraced each other in the bright moonlight, quietly immersed in the peace and tranquility. I know that my stepfather's wisdom in life has been deeply rooted in our hearts, and it will be passed on from generation to generation.