My father
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Today I will write about fathers.
In 1955, his father was born in a poor peasant family deep in the Lüliang Mountains on the Loess Plateau. In the middle of the family, there are two sisters and one brother, and there are two sisters and one brother below. In this ranking of large families with many children, the special attention he receives is estimated to be limited, and extra compassion must be rare. Familiar relatives and friends said that his father was decent since childhood, and he was born with a loyal and kind personality.
My father was really sincere and kind to others. His first job was as a worker at a county fertilizer plant. Young people in the newly established fertilizer factory are gathered, and their daily lives are both lively and prone to disputes. Once, when a young worker was criticized by the leadership, he took out his father's anger, not only spoke ill of him, but also threw his father's tool kit on the ground and scattered it. The workers couldn't look at it, but my father didn't get angry, just smiled and comforted him. After work in the factory, other single young people went to entertainment in groups of three or five, only the father hurried to collect fresh milk, and then pedaled his bicycle like a fly to the mountains. The eldest nephew who was born in the mountain village family did not have enough breast milk, and he was still waiting for him to send "grain". He was carrying warm milk, anxious, afraid that it would not be fresh when it was cold.
My father's life was not smooth sailing, and there were many bumps in between. Whenever he encounters a fierce argument with others, he will neither blush or shout and scold, forcing him to stutter and grab two sentences, silently turning around and leaving. Others say that the father is loyal and kind, but the mother does not like to listen, she always complains: "You are honest as the head of the family, we can only be angry and bullied for a lifetime." Fathers often smiled guiltily, lowered their eyebrows, and were silent. His father, who had been with workers and peasants all his life, never spoke foully, nor learned to drink and smoke, and his soul was like a reader.
My father really liked to read and was willing to study. When he was a student, he did not write well, and there were no professional teachers in the countryside to teach calligraphy, so he secretly resolved to learn to copy all the teaching materials three times in a neat and tidy way. One summer, his calligraphy level improved by leaps and bounds, and his beautiful handwriting benefited him for life. Among the children of the peasant family, the father rarely loves to read and buy books. He once asked someone to build a beautiful bookshelf to place in his home, and carefully placed all the books he could collect. After I became literate, I soaked here in the morning and evening, and completed the earliest enlightenment of childhood. I still remember that the first time I read the chapter hui novel "Journey to the West", it was at the right end of the second floor of the bookshelf. There are also dense notes on "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Zizhi Tongjian" with more notes than the main text, which I hastily turned over and put back on the top floor.
In 1973, my father, who was about to graduate from high school (front row, first from right), took a group photo with his classmates and friends, and his youth was beginning
In my eyes, my father was very funny, very cheerful, and very humorous. His mother complained that he didn't know how to send her home when he was in love, and when he was sent to the village, he stopped the bicycle and did not move. My father squeezed his eyes at me and said to my mother, "I'm not being honest and shy, my son inherited your intelligence, and he will certainly not do such a stupid thing as me in the future." "Mother can't help but wonder.
When I was studying, after dinner, I was writing my homework, my father was tidying up, my mother was washing the pot, and they would always sing and hum the revolutionary red songs of their time. There are good songs, and I will ask my father to sing them to me again, such as "The Spring Water of the Frontier is Clear and Pure", "The Blue Sky Is White clouds", "The Song of The Peony" and so on. My father always inhaled and exhaled seriously, and performed for me with a plank and an eye, which became a beautiful memory of my childhood that will never be forgotten.
People say that my father did not become a singer and actor in the military region's cultural and labor troupe, and came back to work as a farmer and a worker, which was a pity for his life. It is said that the students who had just graduated that year were selected by the military sub-district for interviews, and his father's crisp and gentle performance on the stage was the most outstanding, and the chiefs were amazed that they were really "larks in the ravine". Although for various reasons, my father failed to become an actor as he wished, he said to us: "This is all the arrangement of fate, when I left, there was no home now, and there would be no you who I love the most." ”
I always thought that it must be the highlight of my father's life. Youthful and energetic, heroic, the whole audience is eye-catching and shining. At that moment, he had a dream in his heart, a song in his mouth, and a light in his eyes.
I wish that for the rest of my father's life, there will continue to be dreams and songs and lights.
Producer: Pi Jun
Final Judgement: Lin Yuhong
Reviewer: Chen Min, Liu Xiao, Liu Bowen
Editor-in-charge: June 1