Father's vegetable garden, entrusting the love for border guards

Author:Xilu Qiangjun Time:2022.08.26

Mingyue came out of the mountain, and the vast clouds. Welcome to the "Guanshan Yue" in Xilu Ye.

Tagore said: "Thank the flames for your light, but don't forget the person who holds the lights. He is standing in the darkness tenaciously." I think my father is the man with the light. Father's love may be silent, but after all, we will not disappear. I hope we will be the most proud child of his father. Let's walk into the "Guanshan Moon" tonight.

Father's vegetable garden, entrusting the love for border guards

Author: Huang Xinzhou Anchor: Du Dianlei

A few days ago, my father sent me a few photos via WeChat. In the photo, tender green peppers, bright red tomatoes, and slender loofah are growing up. Seeing my father's vegetable garden harvest, I responded to my father, and his vegetable garden aroused my hometown.

My hometown is in a village in Hunan, and my father's vegetable garden is beside the small pond in front of the house. The area is not large, and there are a lot of fruits and vegetables. The four seasons are constantly stubborn. After getting off work every day, my father put on a bucket and carried his hoe and drilled into the vegetable garden. Nowadays, every time I think home, my father often emerges in my mind in the vegetable garden. The sunset pulls his figure for a long time ...

The neighbor neighbor usually passes by the vegetable garden and always praise his father to grow vegetables. His father picked a few loofah or cut some leeks for everyone to try something new. Once, a neighbor and father talked about it: "I really envy you, both children have become soldiers."

"It's not that everyone's care and care, the children are so sensible." The father smiled slightly and stuffed the neighbors to the neighbors.

After joining the army, I once remembered the dried bean horn in my hometown and couldn't help but told my father. I didn't think about it. The father started the next day, picking off the bean horns from the vegetable garden, and dried up while the sun was dried, and then fry with the bacon, and the vacuum was pumped. His father also specifically told the courier that this was a hometown dish to mail the son of the soldiers far away from Xinjiang. Please be careful and deliver as soon as possible. The taste of this hometown loads his father's thoughts and crosses the landscape to the distant frontier. At the moment of opening the plastic bag, the familiar taste came from, and the nostalgia in my heart was comforted instantly.

The life of the troops is enthusiastic, and occasionally it is monotonous. Sometimes, watching the station at the foot of the Karakon Mountains was surrounded by Gobi, the wind was wrapped in sand to dye the sky to yellow. I felt like a camel spiny seed and fell on this Gobi beach with the wind. Once, when I called my family, I was noticed by my father.

Soon after, the company arranged for my vacation to visit relatives. When I returned home, as soon as I put down my luggage, my father pretended to be mysteriously said to me, "Go, go to the vegetable garden!" When I came to the vegetable garden, I jumped into the eye. At this time, his father pulled out a big guy from a large green leaf. "Watermelon!" I shouted. During dinner, I cut the watermelon rulingly, and the family sat around and tried it together, full of happiness.

"I didn't expect the melon to grow big and sweet. I don't dirty me all the time to fertilize. Son, you have to work hard in the troops, work hard, and harvest ..." The corner of my father's mouth rose slightly, locked up, locked up, locked, and locked up, locked, and locked it. The eyebrows stretched. I nodded. Caiyuan is the stage of father's life, and the barracks are the fertile soil of soldiers. Thinking of this, I seemed to understand my father's heart.

Two years ago, my brother retired. After work, he also likes to help his father to make a vegetable garden. Every time his father asked him to rest, he was rejected: "Daddy, it's okay, my brother has a small number of times when he goes home in the army, and I will help you do more." Every time he heard his brother say this, his father was very pleased.

I can get a family as soon as possible, it is my father's wish. Last year, my wife and I held a wedding. On the wedding day, the father who had never been drinking had an exception of two cups. When the guest was given a speech, his father's voice was loud and excited, and he changed his usual silence and was happy to write on his face. After marriage, my wife and I separated. Considering that I can't take care of my family, every time there is fresh fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden, my father always picks up a basket full of a basket and sent to the daughter -in -law of working in the hometown hospital.

The vegetable garden is the place where his father goes most often. He pinned his father's love in those fruits and vegetables, and he was not tired. Whenever I think of my father's work in the vegetable garden, I can't help but be grateful ...

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