When they encounter clarity again, people's hearts are worried about themselves.
On the eve of the Qingming Dynasty last year, I took my father back to my hometown. Father did not have any special hobbies in his life, that is, he loved to listen to drama, and when he listened to Qin Lu's roar, his father's spirit was shaken. Coincidentally, I heard that the eldest sister's street had set up a stage for the play, so I took my father to go immediately, afraid that I would finish the play when I went late. Hurry up, finally arrived. Sit in the back and watch the theatrical actors perform stage. Father is old, hearing has declined, just sit in the audience motionless and seriously watch, with his dry cigarette in his mouth, from time to time to smash his mouth, and when he hears the excitement, he also has to comment in dialect: "Hey, this dog day drama is good!" "Sometimes I can't understand it, and he still wants to tell me what story this play is about, which can be described as a senior drama fan." Watching the old man cheer happily, I also followed the joy in my heart.
On the second day of Qingming, according to the tradition of his hometown, he was going to sweep the grave and pay tribute to his deceased relatives. The old home is generally buried, and there will be a grave at home. So my father and I packed up our things and walked a few miles to sweep the grave and go to the grave. Walking on the road, the father was hunched over and on crutches, but his walk was not ambiguous at all, and he walked at a uniform pace. Talking to my father, I need to shout loudly, I tried my best to shout and speak, and my father turned around and asked lightly, "What?" "It was really temperless, and we just shouted at each other and walked toward the grave. When we arrived, we served incense, burned paper, and prostrated our heads together, with heavy faces. In any of these processes, I never thought that this year I would come to visit my father's grave.
The last time I saw my father was during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the same year. During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, he took his children home to reunite with his father. The day before we learned we were coming back, my father began to help us clean up the house, change into brand new quilts and sheets, and clean spotlessly. He always said that you people in the city love to be clean and can't sleep in this land, and therefore, he always does his best to clean up the rural home very brightly, so that we can go home and live. On our drive home, how many phone calls can we make and ask where we are? How long will it take? What do you want to eat, these questions always have to be asked several times, my father's ears are not good, and I have to repeat them louder and louder. When I got home that day, I took my father down to the restaurant with me, and my father loved to be lively, so he went along and called other elderly people of the same age to eat together, and when they were happy, their father and others began to punch. The expression is very serious, the father because of drinking wine, the face is also red, shouting fists loudly, waving hands, losing will also laugh hahaha, pick up the wine glass in front of you and drink it all, because of the fierceness of the drink plus the strength of the wine, but also to squeeze the facial features together "ha" a sound. The posture of drinking alcohol does not look like that of an 84-year-old man at all. Time flies quickly, the three-day holiday of the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost over in silence, and we are going to return to Xi'an. Every time we want to leave, my father will always keep telling me to be careful on the road, usually drink less, I will know that I should and the past, just like this, I have been telling us to go to the village entrance. When I was about to leave, I saw only my father alone on crutches, a man who was not very tall, and because of his hunchback, he looked smaller and weaker. He put his hands on crutches, and without saying a word, we were telling our father to go back quickly, no need to send it, he was just beckoning, weak and weak, but his body did not move half a step. The sound of the engine sounded, and we should go, the car slowly moved forward, and from the rearview mirror I saw that the weak father had been waving, and he was just standing there motionless while we were all walking for a while. The figure grew smaller and smaller until it blurred. Such a scene will be seen every time I come back, but every time I can't bear to look in the rearview mirror, the lonely father, always hit the most vulnerable place in my heart. After returning to Xi'an, we reported to our father that we were safe.
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Just five days after arriving in Xi'an, I received a call from my father, thinking that it would be as usual, saying some greetings or something. But when I answered the phone, my father said to me, "I seem to be dying, you come back soon." I didn't know what to do for a while, but I knew that I was going to rush back immediately, as fast as I could, and tell my sister in my hometown to rush my father to the hospital. I found my brother-in-law who was driving very tiger and quickly drove back to my hometown hospital, and when I arrived at the hospital, my father had no breath, I only saw the thin man lying on the white bed of the hospital, motionless, his mouth open, as if to say something, his eyes were not closed, I knew that he must be waiting for me to come back, wanted to talk to me, but at this time, I could only hold my father's cold hand, unable to say anything. My father's death overwhelmed me, but fortunately, Heaven did not let my father suffer, but just left suddenly, so that I was not mentally prepared at all, and I could not accept the facts that had happened. There is only constant remorse in the heart.
Since I can remember, my father seems to be relatively emaciated, but thin and thin, people are not very sick, and their spirits are not good. Every day in the crop field sweat like rain, all said that the northern Hanzi thick branches and leaves, but the father is surprisingly careful, the plough line by row, the middle has never grown weeds, very flat, the cultivated land is seen horizontally into rows, vertical look into rows, as if before the design of the construction according to the drawings. When it was time for the harvest of the crops, it was time for my father to show his skills. As a young man, I was called by my father to harvest wheat. I wondered what was so hard for me? The imaginary self is like a gust of wind, and the wheat is harvested everywhere it goes. Who knows, when you really start harvesting wheat, it will not be easy at all. I kept harvesting the cat's waist, and every time I straightened my waist, I felt that my bones were about to break with a creak, and every time I got up, I would only feel how there was so much. Looking around, I saw my father wearing a straw hat and burrowing into the crop fields. Hands and feet are sharp, the movements are clean and not delayed, one hand is grasping a cluster of crops, the other hand holding the sickle blade is very fast and energetic to cut towards the wheat root, the sickle is falling, so he has been doing repeated actions, always feel that he has endless strength, in addition to wiping sweat, it seems that there is no signal of other physical exhaustion. In this way, my father cut ten lines, I cut four lines, and after a while, my father had cut to the ground, and I was still drilling in the middle of the ground. When my father saw the situation, he said to me, you are about to stop cutting, and you can't stop, you pull us back, I cut alone. So I went to pull the wheat and left my father alone to work there. Father cut the wheat too fast, just pulled a cart back, came back to see another cart and a half of wheat, at this moment really wish to be an old cattle.
There are a lot of children in the family, plus me, there are seven children in the family. As the only son in the family, I have never felt my father's favor. I remember when I was in elementary school, the third sister was weak since childhood, and the only white buns left in the family were given to the third sister to eat. At that time, white buns were very scarce. Once I really couldn't help but steal food, the child in the long body stage, especially the male baby, the appetite is particularly good, to the third sister to eat out. For this reason, my father took off his shoes and beat me up, I was also very aggrieved in my heart, thinking of my father's eccentric sister, I was very redundant at home, and from time to time I made awkward mistakes, and my father never took care of me. In this way, in the summer vacation, my father took me to my aunt's house, the distance was about ten kilometers, and we walked. At first it was OK, with an excited mood to go out, bouncing around. Just jumping and jumping, the physical strength is exhausted, and I really can't walk. Walking behind my father, I always felt that my body was particularly heavy and I couldn't drag it. When my father saw me like this, he found a big tree and planned to sit down and take a rest. Father took off his shoes, handed them to me, let me sit, and he squatted there, took out the dry smoke he had carried with him, drew a few strokes with a match, smashed the mouth, and began to swallow the clouds, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking. The father finished smoking a dry cigarette, "Boom! Boom! He dusted the soot twice on the ground, got up and patted his leg, hung the dry smoke on his body, turned to me and asked, "Are you resting?" Okay, let's go. I said weakly, but this little rest time was not enough for me to relieve the soreness of my feet that had begun to walk for miles. After about 20 minutes, I really couldn't walk, and my father saw this, sighed, slowly crouched down, and said, "You climb up, I'll carry you on my back." I was surprised, I couldn't believe that this was my father's words, and just when I was surprised, my father said, "Do you have to be tired or not?" When my father finished speaking, I immediately fell on my father's back, put my hands around my father's neck, and my father's hands supported my back. This is the first time I have such a close contact with my father, and it is also the first time that I have clearly seen that my father has a few thin silver hairs and slightly wrinkled skin on his head, which is also the first time I have intuitively felt the warmth of my father. In this way, I coincided with my father's shadow and walked forward with the setting sun.
To say that when my father was in middle age, I would not be surprised to have such physical strength to carry me forward, and it was strange that when he was old, he was still so spirited, and he could not help but be admired. I still remember that year, I took my father to Beijing with my daughter-in-law, "Not a good man until the Great Wall!" "In this way, we also went to climb the Badaling Great Wall together." The Great Wall of China, the distance is many, some places are steep, very test of physical strength, my daughter-in-law and I climbed to the half of the already exhausted, think this can be done, do not have to climb. But my father didn't look tired at all, and I asked my father if you were tired or we wouldn't climb. But my father said, "We're all halfway up the climb, I'm not tired, I can walk, let's keep going!" "This scene reminds me of the scene when I went to my aunt's house when I was a child, and my father was really the same as he was then." Finally, we finally reached the top, and my father happily asked me to take a picture of him to commemorate him as a good man on the Great Wall. Not only the Great Wall, including the Kuntong Mountain, Lishan Mountain, and Mount Hua that he had climbed before, his father insisted on reaching the top, and at that time he was already an ancient rarity.
Today is clear again, a year's time, fleeting. Many memories of my father are constantly flowing in my mind, and my father and I have been separated by yin and yang. My father is gone, and my hometown has become my hometown. I want to miss my father, but I find that my words are too pale, and my words are less than one-thousandth of the days I spent with my father. At this moment, I want to tell you, my father, we are doing well now, you don't have to worry, when you have time, you will give me more today's dreams, so that I can see you again in my dreams. I love my Father, and though the end of the world is never parted, I have it in my heart forever.