Reading | My father, I always want to give me the best one

Author:Banyue talk about new media Time:2022.06.23

When I was a child, my father had to set up a waterwheel and flipped the field from the pond. My family is a lonely surname in the village, with a weak power, and my father refuses to compete with others. Therefore, I ca n’t turn my house during the day. Only when I wait until the night, it is overnight.

The next day, when dawn, my mother asked me to go to the pond to give my father breakfast. This breakfast is no longer porridge and pickles, but a "sugar egg meal" that is rich in nutritional and rare: boil a bowl of water, put 3 eggs in boiling water, and then put it in then in the boiling water, then put it in in the boiling water, and then put it in in the boiling water, and then put it in in the boiling water. A few spoons of brown sugar. Its color is red and seductive, and the taste is extremely sweet, so I drool.

The overnight work made his father exhausted and urgently needed to supplement energy. But after he took it in, he only ate one sugar egg and a few mouthfuls of sugar water, and handed me the rest of the remaining: "I'm full, you eat the rest, don't tell your mother when you go back." I really thought that my father was full, and he ate the remaining two eggs without resigning.

I want to come now, I was ignorant at that time. His father was tired all night, hungry, a sugar egg, a few small mouthful of sugar water, how could it be full? He deliberately let me eat it.

In winter, bathing in the countryside was difficult. Without a bathhouse, you can only boil a pot of hot water into the bathtub, and then hang a account.

We are plain areas. There are very few Chaihe in winter, so it is very expensive and saved. For this reason, at least two people should be washed with hot water in a bathtub. Every time I take a bath, my father asked me to wash first, and he went to wash after I came out.

It usually takes about 10 days to take a bath. I was too greedy for the warm hot air in the bath, and I was rubbing in the hot hot water, and I refused to wash it out quickly. Every time it is my father's turn to wash, the water is basically not hot. But he didn't care and never urged me.

Later, I went to study in other places, and I rarely returned home a year after work. Every time I go back, my father will make a cup of tea and push it in front of me to let me drink first. He has always saved and kept the same habit for many years: only a cup of tea every day, and then the family drinks together and repeatedly continue the water.

The first few cups of tea leaves are fresh, the juice is strong and the best. Since I am in love with tea, every time my father made tea, he would give me the first few cups without hesitation. I drank him before drinking.

It was Yunwu tea in the mountains neighboring. The father took a long way to pick it up. The mountain road is steep and the thorns are clustered.

In recent years, he is getting older and bigger, but every year, he still has to stick to picking up some, and pick out the bud tip of the product, fry the courier to me, so that I can always drink in my hometown of spring. the taste of. Pick the rest of the crude leaves, and he leaves himself to drink.

My father comes to the city every year to see me. When you come, never empty -handed, you always bring some local products on large bags, such as the precious old hen raised in the countryside. His father did not raise chickens. The chickens were specially bought from other villagers, one hundred yuan. The stewed soup is really delicious. My father urged me to drink more with my wife and children, but I only tasted a small bowl, and said "I often drink at home." Actually, where is there!

As a farmer in the countryside, his father was diligent and frugal, and he always wanted to give me the best. This long -term concession has even penetrated into his bone marrow and blood unknowingly, becoming a habitual action he can't change.

So much, I took him to travel to the high -speed rail. After getting in the car, he stiffly replaced me with the seats of the window and said that it was easy to see the scenery outside, and he was old and sat the same.

What else can I say? This is my father, he has limited vision, limited ability, and limited, but his love for me is infinite.

When I write these words, I don't want to deliberately raise my father, and he is not a special case. In fact, there are many fathers like him. These traditional parents, facing their children, are always willing to all of them. Perhaps, it is this kind of no principle concession that defines the most simple love love in the world.