Father's shoulder.

For as long as I can remember, the earliest and deepest impression left on me is riding on my father's shoulder.

At that time, the material life in the countryside was highly scarce. as the father of every household, he worked hard all day, worried about the food and clothing of the family, and was so tired that he was half dead. When he returned home, the food in the urn was gone, the firewood and grass in the stove was gone, the kerosene for lighting at night was gone, the water in the tank was gone, the weather was cold, and the clothes were gone. No one is in a good mood. And the child is not so delicate now, the father gives the child in addition to majesty, rarely see a warm smile and gentle behavior. My father doesn't have a good temper either. Although he doesn't beat and scold his children as often as other fathers do, I am afraid to speak loudly when I see him. I dare not ask him to act coquettish and so on. I only learned about it from books later.

One summer noon, the hot sun dried the stone road in the village so that the eggs could be cooked. I don't remember why I went out with my father, walking barefoot on the stone road, burning my feet to the heart. My father, who was also barefoot, lifted me up and sat on his shoulder. A villager came across from me and asked my father, your son is so old, and the father said, Yes, this is my second son. There was a kind of satisfaction and pride in his tone. With that, he said to himself, I rode and rode my son, and the father straightened his waist and stepped stronger, and I felt his triumphant smile. I rode on my father's shoulder and felt the pride and glory I had never had before, which made the children I saw envy. Now we know that at that time, farmers in the countryside regarded getting married and having children as the greatest merit. No matter what life was like, they could pass on the blood left to him by the previous generation, which was a kind of splendor and glory of life.

It was not easy for my father to get to this point. My grandfather died when his father was very young, and his father grew up on the adoption of his uncle and aunt. But his uncle also died prematurely, leaving cousins and cousins of two girls, two men and four fathers. His two cousins have been entangled with three inches of golden lotus since childhood, and both cousins are more than 15 years younger than their father. The father's immature shoulders are duty-bound to shoulder the burden of the family's life. My father was weak, sickly and weak since he was a child, and he was bullied by others in addition to the heavy pressure of life. The heavy burden of life and the hardships of the world taught him diligence and cultivated his tenacity, so that he not only learned all the farm work in the village and became a good hand at farming, but also learned chores such as hoop buckets and repairing furniture and farm tools.

After his two cousins became adults, his father began to stand on his own feet. At that time, in the barren village, it was not easy for a family to survive from hand to mouth, and every family was eager to have more working hands and less extra expenses. But my father not only tried every means to make the family suffer less from cold and hunger, but also gritted his teeth and sent me to school. At that time, most of the children in the village did not go to school, and many of the children who went to school dropped out of school one by one, because this meant that the family had less hands to help with work, more school expenses, and a heavier burden on the father's shoulders. But my father insisted that I go to school and bear the burden on my shoulders silently without complaint. My father didn't go to school for a day, but he knew that if he didn't find a way to go out and stay in the village, he would be like a fish in a pond. Once the water was dry, there would be nowhere to escape. It was an investment that my father benefited me for the rest of my life, but he overspent his life and died before the age of sixty. He has been away from us for nearly forty years.

Zhu Ziqing remembered his father's back, but I remembered my father's shoulder. Whenever I hear the song "Father", when I was a child, I used to sit on my father's shoulder. My father was the ladder to the sky, and the lyrics of my father, the rickshaw puller, always made me think and burst into tears. Yes, the father with that ordinary shoulder, carried the burden of life, carried the great righteousness of the world, but also composed a silent fatherly love.

Author: he Yinji