My old father

My father my father was an orphan, and listening to my mother say that "my father was brought up by my grandmother, my father never met his father, and his mother left when he was seven or eight months old" My father lost his father's love and did not get his mother's acceptance, and it was very fortunate not to be starved to death in that era, let alone a perfect childhood. Perhaps, the father also thought about his father in his heart, what did he look like? What kind of person is it? If his father had been there, maybe his life would have been different. Since I can remember, my father has been in my impression as a person who loves to lose his temper and is innu, and he often sprinkles his anger on his mother, perhaps because of the large number of children, poor families, and great pressure! My sister and brother five have been beaten, of course, not being beaten is a miracle, this miracle did not happen to me [cover my face] [cover my face] [cover my face] my sister was beaten, why I can't remember why I was beaten, I am young. The eldest brother was beaten I remember [sneaking laughter] is tied to the telephone pole kind, you can make up for the brain [teeth], the reason seems to be involved in black, the second brother and the third brother may be more aware of current affairs, can't remember whether they were beaten, but the third brother was not less scolded, of course, because of me [sneaking laughter], sorry ah third brother, I am still small really do not blame me [broken nose for laughter] [broken nose for laughter] [broken nose for laughter]. As for me, I remember the first time I was beaten because of planting bamboo, my father folded a bamboo strip with his hand and it was a beating, that was called an inexplicable ah, crying to find my mother, my mother's explanation was that it would rain when planting bamboo, otherwise it would not survive, what logic is this? It's not raining to make me cry!? According to the current situation, it is called lying down and being shot [sneaking laughter], if it is put up now, I have to get up in the middle of the night and pull him out. To be honest, when I was a child, I hated my father a little, I hated him for spilling my anger on my mother, I hated him for beating my brothers and sisters, I hated him for managing too strictly, he also hated iron and steel, because my father was a very good face person, but it was all in the past tense, my father was old, we also grew up, we experienced what they experienced, watching them grow old day by day, the grievances of childhood have long disappeared, no matter how old we are, they are the worries in their hearts, no matter how old they are, we don't want to lose them, we just want to have parents to call when we go home. Parents are there, home is there, may time be kind to them.