When I was a child, I grew up in an old house, a place full of laughter. My father, a seventy-six-year-old man, was kind and always smiled at life. His name is Uncle Wang, and he is a legendary figure in our village.
One day, the government announced that the village would be renovated, and all the old houses would be demolished to make way for a new community. And my father's old house is also on this list. My two older brothers and I were flustered in the face of the changes that were coming.
"Dad, have you heard? The government is going to demolish our house. I said anxiously to my father.
Uncle Wang just smiled indifferently and said, "Yes, I heard about it." It's time for the house to fall. ”
"But Dad, how can you be so calm?" The eldest brother asked, a little puzzled, "This is the place where we have lived for so many years!"
"Children, demolition is also a kind of progress, the old gives way to the new, this is a fact that cannot be changed. Uncle Wang said calmly, "For me, this is just a house. ”
When I heard my father's words, my brothers and I didn't know what to do. We don't want to see our father homeless, but my father's heart is unquestionable.
"Dad, how can you live your old age so casually!" The second brother grabbed his father's hand, "You give us all the demolition money, and we can't accept it!"
Uncle Wang shook his head, "Children, I'm already old and don't need so much money." You are young and have a long way to go. ”
"But Daddy ......" My heart was filled with helplessness and guilt.
Eventually, we decided to respect our father's choice. We used the money to buy my father a comfortable apartment so that he could spend his old age in peace. Although we are still reluctant, we understand the deep affection and sacrifice of our father.
Time flies like a song. Although my father was seventy-six years old, his heart was younger than anyone else's. He warms our days with a loving heart. And this family affection also makes us feel the tenderness and preciousness of the years.