(There are always some unpopular landscapes)
Every year on the third Sunday of June, Father's Day is the only festival in the world that celebrates the glory of fatherhood with the theme of fatherhood. From the initiative of Mrs. Brusdot in 1910 to the formal signing of the document by US President Richard Nixon in 1972, determined in the form of law, there are now 52 countries around the world, either explicitly or implicitly, on this day, to commemorate, to be grateful, it can be said that it is a festival that can be accepted and recognized by the majority of the people, with a broad mass base.
Introduced to China, it should be traced back to 1946, when a group of well-known Chinese took it hard and "used foreign for Chinese use" to commemorate the fathers who spilled their blood for the victory over fascism in the War of Resistance Against Japan. However, with the defeat of the Nationalist government in Taiwan, Father's Day, this po lai product, will not be over.
Although "Father's Day" is popular in many parts of the world, it is still a small and inconspicuous thing in the eyes of the Chinese general public. In addition to the shrewd merchants as a marketing point to buy, the average person is also stopped at the mouth.
Of course, for me, a man who has lost his father forever, it is even more indifferent. To use a literary and artistic word to describe, that is, "the sound of the waves is still the same", what should I do!
However, Father's Day in 2021, because there is a small hair from my hometown, leading the organization to spend this foreign festival in Dongguan, far away from my hometown, let me touch the scenery and feel very deeply.
(There will be some reason to live in the world)
My father, an ordinary and ordinary rural man, can be said to have never left his hometown in his lifetime, and that acre and three points of land, including after his death, was also buried in the painting star tsui not far from his birthplace.
Father's life, like thousands of ordinary people on the land of China, there is no earth-shattering big thing, it is some small things of old sesame seeds and rotten grain, at most, it is not alarming, the wind and waves are calm, from birth to death, almost no one thing can be brought to the table, let people talk about it.
However, as the son of my father, I have some objections to my father's choice of death. Although he was always mentioned and grief-stricken, he always felt that the ordinary and ordinary father, when the curtain of life fell, did a very heroic event.
The father, who was not terminally ill, in the process of a cliff-like and sharp decline in the quality of life in his later years, suddenly realized that he had ended himself with a few packets of poisonous rats. It can be said that I am doing my own thing, regardless of it, I have never considered our feelings and faces as sons. In his heart, if he is still breathing, why not start over? Responded to the ancients: Rather for jade crushing, not for the tiles.
In his later years, his father could eat meat, drink alcohol, walk, play cards, have surplus money in his hand, count his children filial piety, and most importantly, have friends, be respected, and make good brains, and not be confused.
But I was working hard, but I was not as good as my father everywhere, not only had many physical problems, high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high blood lipids, heart damage, and hand and foot injuries, but also, struggling at the bottom of society, living a precarious life, such as calling Hanako's mother the moon - what to want.
The most uncomfortable thing is that in this reality where money is supreme and materialism is rampant, there is no pennilessness, no tiles on the top, and no place to stand under the cone. Not to mention the debt, it is the rest of the day, no matter how hard you try, it is rare to go ashore, and you can hardly see any hope.
(The lotus flowers in Qiaotou Town are blooming...) ）
There is no money, no basic security of life, no status, no respect from ordinary people. Neither can we "reach the world and help the world", nor can we "be poor and be alone", and the real thing is to advance and worry, and retreat is also worried.
Someone asked: When will it be happy? Answer: Far away also...
I was stupid enough not to learn this kind of open-mindedness that my father "let go", "waving a wave of the hand, not taking away a cloud". What is even more tragic and lamentable is that I am still stubborn, living in Gou, and I still have a fondness and a word.
Love life, cherish life, and even ask for life... The mantra is: the skin of the body is affected by the parents, and dare not be hurt.
I want to live, even if I don't have dignity to survive, I want to continue to move forward... Not for anything else, but because of the foreign debt that overwhelmed me. Debts heavier than Tarzan, let me, the father, on the day of "Father's Day", the "universal celebration", only long sighs and short sighs...
(Describe withered maple?) ）