Recommended reading ｜ I really want to tell my father a sentence

—— "村.” "Series 16

□ Li Donghong

Yesterday, I mentioned my father and burst into tears in Changan.

In the village, the two neighbors of Changan are the front and rear neighbors. Starting from the father, the two relationships have been very good. Changan Ge Wen Binbin, who was a teacher in junior high school in the village at first, was always good for me. Later, Changan Brother went to work in the county and has now retired.

The reason why Chang Ange cried was because he was moved by my father's past things. Because of his father's affairs, he knew more.

"Your father is my model. At that time, I felt that he was a amazing person. He was selfless and thought of everyone."

"Looking at such words, I cried, but he was such a person, and the person who was at work."

These words are a message from Changan in my circle of friends. It's so real that I moved me a little.

"蓼蓼“ 莪, gangsters, gangsters. Mourning parents, giving birth to me. Born me, my mother is dazzling me. Taking my animal and me, grow me, take care of me, and go in and out of my belly. For the virtue of reporting. Haotian is pole! "

My father was waiting for me, and he loved it.

Whenever I go home from school and write homework, my father smoked cigarettes and squatted in silence not far away, silently, and brought me a glass of water from time to time, and didn't say a word.

In those years, his father was not good at his body. The mother often bought him a few candy and put it in a box. At that time, I was not very sensible, and occasionally eating one. After my father found out, he pretended not to know at first. Later, I simply gave me some, and we both ate together.

The summer of my first year of high school, one day, was pouring rain. After class in the morning, I found that my father was standing under the eaves of the classroom, and his body was soaked. Seeing me, my father unbuttoned his shirt and took out a bag of steamed buns and said, "The steamed muddy, I will bring you it."

Oh my god, in order to wet the buns, his father wrapped it with his own shirt, but he was drenched with a humidity.

"Child, go to school well, I'm gone," After that, my father handed me 10 yuan and entered the rain.

Looking at my father's back in the rain, I couldn't help crying.

At that time, there was a radio at home, and my father loved to listen to the show, but after returning from school every weekend, my father gave me the radio, because at that time, the radio played the book "Yue Fei Biography" every day.

At that time, my father handed me the radio, "Yue Fei has begun, you listen quickly."

"You grow up, you have to learn Yue Fei." My father went on.

When my father was seriously ill, he once called me to the bedside and said to me, "Baby, I have a bad body and did not take care of my good family these years. I owe a few sisters. "

I hurriedly held my father and kept his tears from flowing down. My father was strong, and I didn't see him cry before.

His father was a village cadre of the village before his death. During the production team, he led the folks to work every day. His father was driving a tractor, plowing, raking the ground, and he was robbing.

Brother Chang'an told me such a thing--

"Speaking of your father, I feel deeply. By the way, our team's crops are good or not, all of which depend on him. He is waiting in the fields at night, treating crops as the root cause. As long as the crops grow well, he will be happy and proud. He is very interested in the selection of new varieties. Remember once. In order to improve wheat output, he took me to A village other than ten miles to choose excellent wheat species. There are white wheat grains over there. The output is high -quality and good quality resistance and strong resistance. Red wheat). Because his attitude is very sincere, people have changed the new variety for us. In the second year, the wheat of our production team was all white wheat, and the output turned over. "

For the sake of the village, my father sometimes ignored his life.

One winter, the wheat field was severe in drought. At that time, the Spring Festival was approaching. The father said nothing and led several young people to the wheat land. Regardless of the cold, he ate and lived in the ground. Thirty years old, my father asked a few young people to go home for the New Year, and he had a thatch in the ground and lived in the ground. When the mother gave him a meal, he asked him to go home. Back. He said, "It's too dry, and you can't stop watering for a moment!"

That night, in the middle of the night, there was a heavy snow. The next day, it was the first day of the New Year. When I saw my father go home, my mother came to the ground and called my father to go home for the New Year. The snow covered it, and the father who had been boiled overnight lying on the cold dry grass in the puppet fell asleep. Since then, his father has dropped the root of asthma until he died.

Yesterday, Changan said to me, "Dong Hong, I will find some villagers in the head of the village, remembering your father's story, it will be very vivid and touching."

I am looking forward.

To be honest, before, I always feel that my father is ordinary, but as I know the more about my father, the more I want to tell him a word: "Father, although you are ordinary, but you are really great!"

- END -