As a mother, I finally understood the love of my parents, and understood the meaning of father's love as Zen

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When I sang the song "Father" again, I couldn't help but wet my clothes with tears again, twenty-two years, twenty-two years since my father left...

My father was an honest domestic but also a carpenter. My grandparents died early, although my father had eight brothers and sisters, but the male labor force in the family was only my father and uncle, and my uncle was studying outside, and the burden of the family fell on the shoulders of my father alone. In my impression, my father did not smile, except for smoking, he was working.

Most women don't like to drink tea, but I like it more and more tea. I should be because when I was a child, I often secretly drank your tea tea. At that time, when you were working as a carpenter at home, you would always make a cup of tea for yourself in advance and drink it when you were tired from work, while I and other children were playing outside, and when I was thirsty, I would quietly pick up your teacup and drink the tea inside. When you go to drink again, when you find that the cup is empty, you will "fiercely" yell at me: "Drink Lao Tzu's tea again, Lao Tzu will not kill you!" "After scolding, I'll pour another cup." But soon, such a scene will be played out again. I think it was my father's tea that nourished my habit.

In middle school, you seem to care less about me, and you can't see your shadow all the time. My mother told me that you went out to do carpentry for others and often couldn't come back for a long time. One winter, because of the thick ice on the ground, you fell on the way to help people work, and your arm was broken, but you couldn't bear to go to the doctor, only pulled some herbal compresses at home, and as a result, the fracture was good, but the arm was a little deformed.

The time I graduated from junior high school and went to normal school was the one I remember most deeply. It was the first time I had left home, and with longing and curiosity, I followed my father all the way to Taoyuan Normal School, and it was late. When I arrived at this strange place, I really wished that my father would stay with me for a few more days, although he didn't usually talk to me much, but I didn't know anyone but my father. But the next day, my father still had to go back, because there were still many things waiting for him to do in the family. I distinctly remember a row of thick plane trees planted on the side of the road outside Taoyuan Normal School at that time. My father wore a blue shirt that day and walked to the school gate, and he asked me to go back, but I was already crying, where would I go back? Father didn't say anything, just walked straight toward the station. Watching my father's back as the sycamore leaves fell smaller and smaller, I didn't go back to school until I couldn't see it. At that time, I felt that my father didn't care about me too much.

Later, I heard my eldest sister tell me that my father did not rest well after returning home, always smoked a cigarette in the courtyard at night, and asked my eldest sister from time to time if I had written a letter back.

Later, I fell in love, but my father did not agree, and when I told him about the decision to get married, he still did not agree, and his hair was much whiter overnight. On the day of the wedding, I said goodbye to my father, and he only said one sentence: "You are so disobedient, don't come back in the future!" ”

Shortly after I got married, I secretly returned home without my father. Later, I heard the second sister tell me that because when I came home that time, my stepmother did not kill the chicken for me to eat, and my father actually sprinkled his anger on a hen who lays eggs in the nest, and he actually broke the leg of the hen!

It's really hard to be happy without a family blessing a marriage! After four years of marriage, I was divorced for various reasons. I didn't dare tell my father, for fear that he would worry about me. However, twenty-two years ago, during the Spring Festival, my father suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the emergency room of the hospital. Although rescued by many parties, my father is still gone! As he lay dying, he grabbed my hand tightly, as if trying to say something to me, and I knew he was worried about me, and I choked up and said, "Daddy, I'm fine, you don't have to worry!" He just closed his eyes.

My father had six children in his life, and I knew that he cared about each child, but he was not a good verbal pro, so we all felt that he was fierce. My sister once said: "Daddy looks good and fierce, but in fact, he doesn't hurt at all when he hits people!" ”

Today, heaven and man are separated forever. We can't go back to you, Father, and every time we dream of you, it's the time when we wet our tears. As a mother, I finally understood the love of my parents and the meaning of my father's love like Zen.