To my dear father.
Every time Tomb-Sweeping Day misses his "old friend", it is a traditional virtue handed down from generation to generation by Chinese sons and daughters.
Many years ago, in my heart, I always had a wish to write something in memory of my father. But from time to time, there is a pedantic idea that writing articles to commemorate ancestors is mostly the "patent" of dignitaries and literati; In addition, being in the "Jianghu", I was preoccupied and never wrote. Now, take off your military uniform freely; It coincides with the Qingming ancestor worship, touching the scene, and the wish that has not been round for many years can't stop pouring out, and it is on the paper.
He lost his parents one after another before his father became sensible. It was his grandfather, grandmother and two sisters who brought him up. Older people often say that when my father was young, it was often the old man in front who plowed the fields and pulled carts, followed by three children, and four grandparents and grandchildren lived together. This special experience and family background have enabled my father to develop the virtues of self-improvement, low-key and steady, modesty and eagerness to learn, friendliness to others and even humiliation. As long as I can remember, I have never seen or heard of anyone my father quarreled with. Sometimes his mother and neighbors have conflicts, and he always comforts his mother. Even when the village cadres wanted to sell the school trees, the father, as the principal, disagreed and was forced to leave, and there was no trouble. Father is a rare cultural person in the village. From the age of 18 until he was forced to drop out of school, he worked as a private teacher in five villages, including Mafang, Wangxing and Yuan Geng, for nearly 30 years, which can be described as "picking up the hometown of Liman". Everyone older than him in the village calls him "sir". Usually, whoever has a wedding, funeral and wedding is basically the lead writer, no matter how busy, never refuses; The posters in the village are basically from his hands. Because of this, relatives and friends, school colleagues, neighbors, men, women and children all admire him. When my father was seriously ill, there was an endless stream of visitors; At the funeral, from the white-haired old man to the children and teenagers, it is vast. Many years later, every time the old people in the village talked about their father, they all said that he was a great man. These virtues of my father, though not rich, are inexhaustible spiritual food and heirloom magic weapon, inspiring our two brothers to make outstanding achievements in their respective posts.
As long as I can remember, life at home has been relatively poor. When the production team lived by work points, our four brothers were young, and there were many artificial points for eating at home. They usually distributed grain and paid less dividends at the end of the year. In the responsibility system, our family members work more, earn less, and earn less than others. Although my mother is careful, she quietly goes out to sew and mend during the slack season, and the family still makes ends meet. Sometimes she can't get food, sometimes her clothes are torn and there is no cloth to make, and sometimes she can't afford the tuition. What impressed me most was that 1978, a Saturday before the Spring Festival, after school, my father took advantage of the weekend to take 150 kilograms of black beans that my mother usually picked up from the farm to my aunt's house 80 miles away, because almost every family in that area kept mules and horses, but they lacked such "soybean seeds" and went to Dongyi the next day. But dad didn't come back until it snowed heavily. The whole family is anxious and looks out from time to time. After 9 o'clock, my father came back covered in snowflakes, but he didn't take care of eating all day. Many years later, whenever I look back, I will feel sad when I see my father carrying 200 kilograms of grain on his back on a snowy night. Especially with the growth of children, I gradually realized the responsibility of men and fathers. Be upright outside and do a good job in state affairs; Be optimistic and generous when you get home, and don't worry when you encounter difficulties.
As the saying goes, parents are children's first teachers. For me, my father is not only a paving stone, but also a street lamp and a ladder. In primary school, he was both a loving father and a strict teacher, giving me extra meals and more homework every day; On the first day I went to report for duty, he told me the truth of "learning mathematics and physics well and traveling around the world without fear", famous brands such as Tsinghua and Peking University, and famous scientists such as China and Chen Jingrun. In daily life, I was taught to study abroad for the purpose of learning. The book has its own golden house and Yan Ruyu's' true meaning'. 1983 after failing the college entrance examination, considering the shortage of labor at home, my mother insisted that I go back to my hometown to farm and help her reduce some burdens. My father encouraged me to repeat my studies and take the exam next year. For this reason, my parents also had conflicts. Finally, my father personally went to school to sign me up for re-reading. After the conscription began in June+10 of that year, I dropped out of school and joined the army without telling my family. My father was angry and later agreed, but my mother firmly opposed it. I thought I would repeat my studies for one year at most, but I can be a soldier for three years. Really helpless, my father made a special trip to drive 80 miles and invited my articulate aunt to do my mother's persuasion work, which made me get what I wanted. When a soldier left home, his father deliberately linked Pu Songling, a writer in the Qing Dynasty, with his self-encouragement: "Where there is a will, there is a way;" If we cross the rubicon, 120 Qin Guan will eventually belong to Chu; " Hard-working people live up to expectations, and more than 3 thousand armour can swallow Wu ",which is a farewell message written on red paper and posted on the wall to encourage me;" The first letter after joining the army was addressed to me again. Since then, these two sentences have become my motto. When I arrived in the army, my father never told me about the big events and small feelings at home, even when my mother was hospitalized for surgery and her life was dying, so as not to distract me. The experience of life inspired me that the children's stage is as big as their parents' hearts.
A beautiful wish has been handed down from generation to generation to raise children to prevent old age. Chloe grew up, mountains and rivers stayed in the distance, but her father was very tired. Just when my career was on the right track and my life was getting better and better, my bad father left us forever at the age of 47 because of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. It coincided with the Spring Festival. When I received the telegram and my wife got home, my father had been buried. Later, I reclaimed land, moved my grave, and was away on business, so I couldn't go back. My father's life is short but unforgettable, and he is ordinary in the world; As far as family is concerned, it's great. He not only nurtured my life, but also provided me with a broad stage to fly freely and realize my dreams. Every time I think about it, I feel unspeakable guilt. As the saying goes, "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, forgive your son, heartless; Dedicated to national defense, for the motherland, due diligence and loyalty! "