[Shuxiang Chongzhou] Read the 14th issue of the text together | "Back"

Shadow

Author: Zhu Ziqing

I have n’t seen my father for more than two years. What I ca n’t forget is his back.

In the winter, the grandmother died, and the father's difference was also unloaded, which was the day when it was a disaster. From Beijing to Xuzhou, I planned to go home with my father. When I saw my father, when I saw the messy things in the courtyard, I remembered my grandmother, and I couldn't help crying. My father said, "It's the case, don't be sad, but fortunately there is no way to the world!"

When he went home to sell the classics, his father returned a loss; he borrowed money to do the funeral. These days, the scenes in the family are very miserable. Half of the funeral, half of their father's leisure. After the funeral, my father had to go back to Beijing to study in Nanjing.

When I went to Nanjing, a friend went to visit and stayed for a day; the morning of the next morning, the river went to Pukou and went north in the afternoon. Because of the busyness, my father had already said that he would not send me, and called a familiar tea house in the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly ordered the tea room, and he was very careful. But he finally didn't worry, fearing that the tea house would not be appropriate; it was quite a while. In fact, I was twenty years old and Beijing had traveled two or three times. There was nothing to do. He shouted for a while, and finally decided to send me himself. I repeatedly persuaded him not to go; he only said, "It doesn't matter, they are not good!"

We passed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket, he was busy looking at the luggage. If you have too much luggage, you have to pay some tips from your football team. He was busy talking to them. At that time, I was really clever. I always felt that he was not beautiful, and he had to intervene, but he finally applied for the price; he sent me to the car. He picked me a chair that leaned on the door; I paved the seat of the purple hair coat he made for me. He asked him to be careful on the road, wake up at night and not be cold. I asked the tea room to take care of me. I laughed at his pedantic secretly; they only recognized the money, and it was just a white support! And people like me, can't I cook myself? I think about it now, I was so smart at that time.

I said, "Dad, go." He looked outside the car and said, "I buy a few oranges. You are here, don't walk around." Those who sell things are waiting for customers. When you walk over there, you must pass through the railway, you must jump down and climb up. My father is a fat man, and it will be troublesome to walk over. I was going to go, he refused to let him go. I saw him wearing a small black cloth hat, wearing a black cloth gown, a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggered to the railway, and slowly leaving him. It was not difficult. But it was not easy to go through the railway and climb to the platform over there. He climbed his hands with both hands, and his feet shrank upwards; his obese body leaned slightly to the left, showing his hard work. At this time I saw his back, and my tears flowed quickly. I quickly wiped my tears. I was afraid he saw it, and he was afraid of others. When I looked out again, he had hugged Zhu Hong's oranges and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked up the oranges away. When I arrived here, I hurried to him.

He and I walked to the car and put the oranges on my leather coat. So the soil on the clothes was very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm gone, let's let me write there!" I looked at him out. He took a few steps, looked back and saw me, and said, "Go in, no one is inside." Waiting for his back to mix in people who come and go, I can't find it anymore, I will come in and sit down. My tears come again It's right.

In recent years, my father and I have gone to the west. His teenagers have made a living, supported alone, and did many major things. I do n’t know the old realm but so decadent! He was sad, and naturally couldn't. In the middle of love, it is natural to go out; family chores often touch his anger. He treated me gradually. But in the past two years, he hasn't seen me, but he has forgotten my bad, but just remember me and remember my son. After I came north, he wrote a letter to me, saying: "My body is safe, but my shirts are painful. In the crystal tears, I saw the obese, the back of the black cloth cotton robe black cloth, and the back. well! I don't know when I can meet him again!

"Introduction to readers

Xiang Xu

Chongqing Middle School Experimental School Student 28th Student

Read aloud

Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back" recalls the difference between himself and his father at Pukou Station many years ago, and portrayed a deep and touching image of loving father. It was just a sense of feeling. The full text of the vast view, the word father seems to be carrying a lot of emotions and burdens that make their children sigh, and the back of the back is even more depressed; if you look down on the details, you don't feel the depression, only deeply feel the warmth of the father and son, the warmth of the father and son is warm. In the text, my father's feelings of the calf are really touching. I think my father's love is, about the silent place, not moving the color.

The father's love is probably indescribable. Like Mr. Zhu Ziqing, the children in the world have a little unclear guilt and sentimental, and under the sentimental, Xido is grateful and often reads his loved ones. There are so many backs in life, but there are always some backs, and you need to remember in your heart. I hope to meet these backs again, and you can not only see the back.

Audio: Zeng Fanrong Editor: Wang Youhan

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