My father is a "old ancient board" with a public private and private, but in my memory, it is like a light that accompany me forward ｜ Share before bedtime

My father has been away from us for 29 years, but his father's past was often in front of me and lingering.

I remember that on March 8, 1969, as a recruit who joined the army, I was about to leave Chongming's hometown with recruits. With his father's companion, his father went to Nanmen Port Wharf to say goodbye to me. The gongs and drums were noisy, and I couldn't hear what my father told me, but I could see that the smile on his father's face was pretended, and his eyes were still tears. As the whistle of the team rang, the recruits carried their luggage on their shoulders and took their luggage to the side of the naval landing ship. I turned back subconsciously, and saw that my father's back gradually disappeared into the crowd sent ...

For more than ten years of military career, my father and I were far away from my father. Although the letter continued, my father was still very concerned and visited me twice. After I transferred to the job for a long time, I have been engaged in the script of the busy organs for a long time (often working overtime), and I rarely go to the countryside to visit my parents. Thinking of these now, I am grateful to my father and feel guilty.

His father was born in May 1928 and studied privately for several years. Affected by the family, when his father was young, he could play flute and Suona folk instruments to follow the elders to engage in temples to do dojo, worship and folk peony pavilions, and wish birthday. In my childhood impression, my father could be regarded as a proficient cultural person in the countryside. His father is gentle and humble and polite. He is a person who is not fighting with the world.

His father worked at the village tofu workshop and food processing workshop. When he saw that he was old when he was old, he took the initiative to take the initiative to work hard to reduce the workload of others. Every time he partner is uncomfortable, he takes all his work a day on himself. Several times, I saw my father go home late. It was full of food powder from head to toe, and the eyebrows were all white, like a person who drilled from the snow. The family was very distressed, but he was happy. Sometimes, the rice mills were careless and forgot the crushed rice bags in the grain processing workshop. The father carried the rice bag again and again, and returned to the owner's house from house to house.

The father's farm technology craftsmanship is a bit famous among the neighbors. When the spring and summer of spring and summer, the father always obliges to help several old and weak elders in the production team with white lentil sheds, tomato sheds and watermelon seedlings. The surrounding people handle marriage and funeral happy events and houses and build a house. His father always responded, and he didn't even call himself. Because of Le is good, my father was always praised in the village.

In my memory, my father is a "old ancient board" with a clear public and private. I remember that in the 1950s and 1960s, the lack of food was common. In those years, my father served as the accounting of two new cafeterias in the new office. I thought he would go to the public land to get some half -lifetime crops to charge us hunger, but I thought wrong. One afternoon school was early, my stomach was so hungry, and I couldn't find the fruits and vegetables on the roadside. I went to my father's cafeteria to find some hungry foods. Who knew that it was not necessary to eat a closed door. My father Tie Qing scolded me with his face and kicked me out of the cafeteria. I cried back home with tears, and my parents quarreled at home. Since then, I have dare not step into the cafeteria that my father is responsible for. Now think about it, the practice of father and privateness and adherence to the principles of his father is valuable.

Although my father is an ordinary farmer, he only left more than sixty spring and autumn on the road of life, but left a way to accompany me in my memory. When I was confused, when I was embarrassed, or when I achieved my results, I always remembered my father unconsciously. It was his once encouragement, comfort, and training to accompany me. In the early 1970s, after the village party secretary told my father the joy of joining the party in the army, he wrote a few letters to me in a row. Continue to work hard to disappoint the education of party organizations.

Father loves like a mountain, and children are a tree on this mountain. We grew up on the mountain of Father's love and were constantly moisturizing by father's love.

Liberation Daily · Shangguan News Original manuscript, reprinting without permission

Author: Ye Zhenhuan

WeChat editor: Jiasinmin

School pair: SYL

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