Not long ago, my father just called and said, "Take the children back on the weekend to relax and relax, the apricots are ripe." Just in the blink of an eye, the father called again and said, "Take the child back to feel it during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, full of red fruits." ”
Since the child entered school, the father's phone has always been moderately called, sometimes saying which fruit tree has blossomed, sometimes saying which fruit is ripe, tirelessly reminding the child to go back to see the flowers or pick the fruit. Each phone call was like a pair of magical hands, which not only soothed our tense nerves, but also straightened out the hair that the little divine beasts wanted to erect.
After his father retired, he was supposed to live with the three of us, but he said he couldn't help it, and he didn't want to add to the chaos of his children, so he returned to his hometown. The three brothers of the aunt family did not trust him to live alone in the old house, so they built a small courtyard for my father after their house halfway up the mountain, which was also convenient for our sister and brother to go home and have a place to live.
At first my father planted some flowers around the yard for the month. camellia. Jasmine or something, bees and butterflies flying during the blossoming season, the fragrance is pleasant, it is simply my favorite with my sister and siblings. I don't know from what year, my father actually turned those flower trees into fruit trees, called the children to go back to pick apricots when the apricots came down, called back to pick pears when the pears were ripe, and what walnut hawthorn, almost all of them should be. The small courtyard is no less rich from early spring to late autumn than the flower and fruit mountain, although the trees under the fruits in winter are somewhat depressed, but the oranges at the root of the wall stand brightly and proudly, leading the way.
I don't know from which year of winter and summer vacation, the small courtyard has become the most desirable paradise for children. The father is like an old man who grazes cattle, accompanies his grandchildren and nephews to catch grasshoppers, catch clams, play chess, and listen to plays. The children cling to their fathers all day to listen to the stories of the heroes of the War of Resistance who have told us, and their eyes flicker and they are full of pride. Changing the rules of school, as excited as playing chicken blood, and even holding up a broom mop as a gun, with the sound of gunshots in his mouth, he will fight a fierce battle without hesitation.
At this time, the father will sincerely say to himself, "This is the truest side of the child, this society is good, it is making the mistake of pulling up seedlings!" ”
Suddenly remembering the winter vacation of his son's second grade, his father came to stay for a few days, and saw that his child also attended half a day of classes every day during the holidays, and wrote homework at home for the other half a day. Can't help but ask the child, "Tell grandpa, which of these courses you have learned the most?" "The child looked at my face and didn't speak. The father helplessly stroked the child's head and asked in a different way, "Tell Grandpa, what does your mother like to let you learn the most?" "Calligraphy and fine arts!" "Can we give up the violin and just learn calligraphy and painting?" "No, I like the violin the most, and if I give up, then I won't learn calligraphy and art for my mother!" The son said with a firm face. Father said, "Then give up what your mother wants to learn and learn your violin well!" The child's surprised eyes looked tentatively at me and then at Grandpa.
That time I saw my father's eyes red. When I returned from sending the baby, my father and I talked about our brother and sister when they were three years old. I was in a good mood as I talked about it one by one, leaving behind my father's dissatisfaction that he shouldn't say those things to his children, and remembering many interesting things, laughing and cramping his stomach while talking.
The father suddenly said solemnly, "Your growth can't stop the car happily when you mention it, but the child's growth has been pressed by you to start hard!" A sentence shocked me for half a day, and I thought about it for many days and finally gave up calligraphy and painting. The child's face gradually became more smiling, and he usually became lively and cheerful.
At that time, I also understood my father's good intentions in exchanging flowers and trees for fruit trees, and I also understood my father's intention to call at the right time. He must know that there are some things that his children understand but do not necessarily do well, and he must know that in this era of fierce competition, his children are not ignorant but helpless to go with the flow.
The father may think that I will not tell my son in advance about the Mid-Autumn Festival homecoming, and then call the child at night to pick up. The phone nagging endlessly, a moment said how the little turtle that his son fostered there could eat, how obedient, how to be funny; the next moment he said whose little teddy listened to him, he planned to raise a son to ask if he liked it; the next moment he said that the peacock he gave away hatched a small peacock, and after a while, people sent a pair of small peacocks...
Half an hour passed, the son Xi Zizi hung up the phone, the homework was written quickly, the washing did not need to be urged, and before going to bed, he did not forget to say "good night", the morning rise was just at the moment when the rice came out of the pot, and at noon when he came home from school, let him sweep the floor, let him peel the garlic, and the warmth was not unwanted.
Through the son's retelling, the father left the bait to add small animals to the "Huaguo Mountain", which made the child full of energy! Alas, it was really difficult for his old man. When the children were in elementary school, he used eating and playing to reduce their stress, and one by one they entered junior high school, and the father guided the children to pay love and know how to be grateful by raising small animals.
I have always thought that we are the biological parents of our children, the people who love our children the most in the world. Usually supervise them to study, force them to go to the tutoring class special class is for their own good, for their future life responsible. But compared to the father's love, our love is so selfish and utilitarian!
Suddenly I felt that the little courtyard was not only a paradise for the children, but also a paradise for my brothers and sisters; suddenly I felt that my father was not only our father, but also the main power station of our three brothers and sisters...
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