When my father died, my father was 49 years old, and I was not yet 27 years old, but the memory will always be dim, blurred and sometimes fresh in those past years.
My father grew up with the Republic and experienced the baptism of the years. Father, in addition to his grumpy temper, he is optimistic, positive and upward, and the thought of Xiao Fu that is an is extremely serious. To have our three children for the rest of our lives.
My mother was industrious, kind, hard-working and uncomplaining. She had eight sisters at home. Due to the lack of labor at home, she voluntarily dropped out of school for her younger brother and sister to study, earned work points in the production team and shared the family burden. After becoming a monk, due to the unfortunate death of her grandmother, she took the initiative to take care of a family of eight or nine people.
The father said, "although you grow up, you must be kind to your mother." I always keep my father's words in mind. It turned out to be the last farewell, and I dare not think about it.
In the autumn when I was 9 years old, my mother said she had a stomachache and she was so frugal that she couldn't bear to spend a penny. But that night, my mother covered her stomach on the Kang, and the big soybean beads fell down. My father was in a hurry. I immediately put on the carriage, took a pair of quilts out of the house and put them on the car, and then walked out behind my mother's back. I was so anxious that I cried and kept going with me. Father said: your mother is very ill, may need to be hospitalized, you take good care of the family. Ever since I was a child, I may be worried about the way I looked at my mother, so I wanted to go. Father, holding the halter of the horse in one hand, anxiously called me to take care of my younger brother and sister, but the younger brother and sister kept jumping on the car, and my father subconsciously kicked my ass and shouted, "look, don't you dare follow." I stopped my brother and sister and said, Daddy is angry. The three of us stood at our door and watched the carriage leave until the shadow disappeared into the twilight at the entrance of the village.
Just as my father said, my mother was in hospital for seven days. I took care of my brother and sister and spent every day looking forward to it. My father came back with a beaming look on his face, and he said that his appendix would be perforated later. Father loves his mother, and he also loves us.
It is the unforeseen that always happens. We grew up gradually, and my father was very proud. But my father fell ill. After the examination, at the advanced stage of liver cancer, we were speechless, and suddenly a thunderbolt on a clear day fell from the sky, but my father was like a fine person, as usual, in addition to normal injections and medicine. After a month, my father was extremely thin, and his gray and black face was less red. Pain is inevitable. I saw that every time my mother waited in front of me, my father was extremely happy, and sometimes he turned his face to the side of the wall. I didn't pay much attention to it at that time, and then I seemed to avoid my mother and us. I understand my father, he always left us the optimistic side, left the pain to himself. Two months later, my father left.
For more than a decade, every time I visited my father, I stood in front of the tombstone and showed my father's peaceful and optimistic smiling face. he had his mother and us in his heart, and there was more reluctance and helplessness. But my eyes are as wet as the rain every day at my father's funeral, because my father is the mountain in my mother's heart.
Today, my mother is more than sixty. I said to my mother, have you considered personal problems? Mother said, more than ten years have survived, you are enough. My mother's eyes sparkled as she spoke.
We have a love show in Heilongjiang. I said.
I look at that every day! The mother replied without thinking.
The father is very happy, the mother feels the father's happiness. I still want to cry.
Author: Lei Ming
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