My childhood, like a picture scroll painted with loess and green bamboo, was simple and full of vitality. The summer in my memory was so long and so hot that it seemed like even the air had frozen. My family lives in a remote mountain village, where the sky is blue and the water is clear, but life is hard.
I was eight years old, a naughty and curious age. There are many brothers and sisters in the family, and life is tight. My father was a bamboo craftsman, and his skills were good, and the bamboo baskets he weaved were sturdy and beautiful. Every time there was a market day, my father would carry a bamboo basket to the town to sell it in exchange for some money to subsidize the family.
That day, before dawn, my father woke me up and said he was going to take me to town. I felt so happy in my heart, as if I saw the delicious and fun things in the town beckoning to me. I got out of bed, got dressed, and followed my father out.
We walked a long mountain road and finally arrived in town. My father found a lively stall and set up the bamboo baskets one by one. I stood on the sidelines, watching the crowd come and go, and my heart was full of anticipation.
However, the sky was not beautiful, and the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and then it rained heavily. The rain crackled on the ground like beads with broken threads, splashing one after another. My father and I had to hide under someone else's roof and watch the bamboo baskets get wet in the rain.
I took my father's coat by the corner and said, "Abba, let's go to my aunt's house to hide from the rain, I remember her house is nearby." "My father looked at the sky, then at me, hesitated, and finally decided to go to my aunt's house.
My aunt's house was on the other side of town, and we braved the rain and walked deep and shallow. The rain drenched our clothes and mud covered our shoes. I shivered with cold, but my heart was still warm, because I would soon see my beautiful aunt.
Finally, we arrived at the door of my aunt's house. It was a small two-story building, with a snow-white painted exterior and pink curtains hanging from the windows, which looked clean and warm. I thought to myself, my aunt's house must be fine.
The father knocked on the door, and after a long time, the door opened. My aunt stood at the door and saw us with a look of surprise and displeasure on her face. She looked at our wet clothes and mud-stained shoes, frowned, and said, "Why are you here?" I'm busy. ”
The father laughed and said, "Sister, we came to the town to sell bamboo baskets, but we didn't expect such a heavy rain, and we want to hide from the rain here for a while." My aunt stepped out of the way and let us in, but there was obvious reluctance in her eyes.
When I entered the house, my aunt's house was beautifully furnished, the furniture was all new, and the floor was covered with clean tiles. My aunt made us sit on a small bench at the door, and she held a mop and kept mopping the floor, muttering, "This mud is so hard to drag, why don't you change your shoes and come in." ”
I sat on the small bench and looked at my aunt's busy figure, feeling a little sad. The father did not say a word, but silently took his pipe out of his pocket and lit the fire.
The rain gradually stopped, and my aunt's face softened a little. She poured us a glass of water, sat down on the couch, and started chatting with her father.
My aunt asked my father, "Big brother, how are your bamboo baskets selling?" The father shook his head and said, "It's raining today, so I didn't sell a few." My aunt sighed and said, "It's not easy to do a small business these days. ”
The father nodded and said, "Yes, but no matter what, we have to hold on." The children are still young and need to be raised. My aunt looked at me and said, "This kid is about to go to school, right?" You have to study hard to make a career in the future. ”
I listened to my aunt's words and secretly made up my mind that I must study hard and let my parents live a good life in the future. My father looked at me with anticipation in his eyes.
After sitting for a while, the rain stopped completely. The father got up and said goodbye, "Sister, we still have to sell bamboo baskets, so I won't bother you." My aunt didn't stay, but said lightly: "Then you go slowly." ”
We walked out of my aunt's house, my father picked up the bamboo basket, and I followed him, feeling a little lost. My aunt's attitude made me feel a little sad, but my father's words reinvigorated me.
We went back to the market and my father started selling. Maybe it was because the rain had cleared up and people's mood was better, and after a while, we sold several bamboo baskets. My father's face had a smile on his face that I hadn't seen in a long time, and I smiled happily too.
That afternoon, we sold out of bamboo baskets. My father happily bought me a meat bun, which I rarely get to eat. I gulped it down and felt so happy in my heart.
On the way home, my father suddenly stopped, looked at me, and said seriously: "Son, you have to fight hard and study hard." Although our family is poor, as long as we work hard, there will always be a day when we will come out. I nodded vigorously, my heart full of determination.
Since then, I've studied harder. Every day after school, I would help my father with the chores that I could, and then I would concentrate on my studies. I know that it is only through knowledge that I can change my destiny.
As time passed, I grew up. My grades have always been very good, and my teachers and classmates have loved me. Every time my father saw my report card, he would smile from ear to ear.
Eventually, I was admitted to university and became one of the few university students in the village. My father worked day and night to provide for my education, but he never complained. He always said: "Child, as long as you can become a talent, no matter how hard and tired I am, it is worth it." ”
In the four years of college, I didn't dare to slack off. I worked hard to learn professional knowledge, and I also actively participated in various social practice activities to exercise my abilities. I know that it's all about getting a good job in the future and giving my parents a good life.
After graduating from university, I was able to find a good job. I worked hard and was quickly appreciated by my superiors, and my position and salary were promoted.
I send money to my family every month in the hope that my parents will have an easier life. Every time I go home, I will buy a lot of delicious food and easy to use for my parents, so that they can feel my filial piety.
My aunt saw that I had a good life, and her attitude changed 180 degrees. She started coming to my house frequently, bringing gifts to my parents, and always complimenting me on being smart and promising. I knew she was doing this in the hope that I could help her unruly son.
I did not directly refuse my aunt's request, nor did I agree to it. I just told her, "If my cousin wants to become a talent, he has to rely on his own efforts." I can give him some opportunities, but it's up to him whether he can take them or not. ”
My aunt listened to me, and although she was a little disappointed, she had nothing to say. She knew I was telling the truth.
Now, I have bought a house in the city and have become a family. I took my parents to the city and let them enjoy their old age. Every time my father saw me, he would say with emotion: "Son, you are really angry, and you have lived up to my expectations." ”
Looking back, I am filled with emotion. I know that if it weren't for my father's teachings and my own efforts, I wouldn't be where I am today. I am grateful to my father, to him for giving me life, and even more so for teaching me how to be human.