Listen · North Xinjiang 丨 Father's figure

Author:Northern Xinjiang Guardian Time:2022.06.19

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Looking at the Fengyun of the North Xinjiang, paying attention to the hotspots of the North Xinjiang, listening to the hearts of the North Xinjiang, and telling the story of North Xinjiang. Hello everyone, this is the "Listen to the North Xinjiang" column in the Northern Xinjiang Guardian. I am an anchor Feng Yuchang. The article shared with you today is "Father's Figure".

As a soldier, what is most familiar with comrades -in -arms can even recognize who it is through the back, but the figure of the family once made us feel familiar and unfamiliar. In the impression, my father's figure always made me feel close, just like my relationship with him. With the distance between the distance and the age of age, there would always be wonderful changes.

My father is very busy. In the memories of his childhood, he appeared far from his aunt who was far less than taking care of my aunt. As he got older, this ordinary and magnificent figure became clearer in my mind.

In 2014, I went to the military academy to study, and it was the first time I left home. Sitting on a tall bus, looking down at the father outside the window, I couldn't understand the emotions on his face at that time.

The vehicles started, and the students said goodbye to their parents in front of the window. The small carriage was instantly filled with various crying sounds. At that time, I couldn't understand it, and it was not a babies. The car gradually drifted away, watching the father's figure without seeing the window, and the father's expression repeatedly emerged in front of my eyes.

In the five years when I went to the military school, my father did not often visit, but silently built a practice room for me in my hometown. I still remember that he would just use WeChat videos. On the screen of the mobile phone, I saw the practice room that belonged to me for the first time. I had to admit that my father built it bright, spacious, and professional, but I was rebellious at the time. But disdain and even disgusted. At that time, as a soldier, I should do what soldiers should do. I don't need to think about practicing dancing. At that moment, I felt that my father didn't understand me at all. I found a hurry to end the chat from the head. One second before hanging up, I clearly saw my father's loss and laughed expression.

After graduating, my father and I were not connected frequently, but whenever I had any time, he could always appear in front of me. In 2021, for the first time in the New Year, my emotions were very low. At that time, my mother was far away in Sanya, and my father came to the station to accompany me for New Year's Eve. That was the first time I had been alone with him for so long. After dinner, we took a walk on the street. The bells of the New Year rang. My father turned back to me, "Daughter, Happy New Year!", I stunned for a few seconds, my throat was being my Suddenly the emotions hurt. My father was afraid of cold and wrapped his thickness, but he couldn't cover the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. "When did the father become a little old man?" The picture in front of me couldn't believe it. When Xu saw that I didn't speak, my father took my hand and kept rubbing. His hands were rough and strong, which made me hurt. That night we walked a long way in the cold wind, sitting in the river in a daze, and letting the snowflakes falling around, but the holding hands did not let go. It was just that I didn't tell him that I cried secretly behind my hat scarf.

At the end of the holiday, I sent my father to the high -speed rail station. Standing in the distance watching my father's figure slowly merged into the vast sea of people. It was not until disappearing that I suddenly remembered that this was the first time that I had farewell to my father. At that moment, the figure was remembered, and his heart seemed to overturn the five -flavored bottle.

Over time, I grew up, no longer relying on my parents like a child, and began to learn to deal with things by myself. From time to time, there was an illusion that could be alone, but all this would melt instantly at the moment when he saw him. Regardless of any city, my father always waited for me at the exit, standing there in ordinary clothes, standing quietly, and found me out, waved vigorously, showing a shy smile. Along the way, I always told him about my heart. He inserted two words from time to time, and finally told me that the food at home was ready, and then asked me to be hungry.

Time is in a hurry, and I have left home for 9 years. Although my father was not good at expressing it, he was a relaxed person. He silently held me forward on the way to my growth. He was like a speechless hill, like a long lighthouse in the distance.

Open the dialog box with his father, and the chat history stayed a week ago, he told me to pay attention to his body. Staring at these few words, his father appeared again in front of him. He was indifferent, gentle, ordinary and great. I pressed the sending key, and a line of text appeared on the screen, "Dad, happy holiday!".

Putting down the phone, I stood up, raised my right hand, faced with the direction of the family, and worshiped a military ceremony solemnly, and a daughter gave his father a gift to his father.

Word: Feng Yunge

Audio: Liu Jie

Mislative: Army 78th Group Military Political Work Department

Manager: Publicity Office of the Political Work Department

Laiyuan: Beijiang Guishi Number