When our sisters were very young, our family had been sent to the countryside, while my father worked in the big city of Fairy Peony. Due to the birth of several of us, the job for my mother was also lost. My mother can't bear the increasing burden, and her health is getting worse and worse. So at the age of eight, I became the pillar of this family. I can't help it I am the boss. Not to mention working outside, the daily affairs at home make me overwhelmed, and it is common to collect firewood and dive, wash vegetables and grind noodles at dusk. At that time, the only thought in the young mind was to expect his father's return. During the days when my father came back, I didn't have to do anything but go to school and do my homework. When I was nine years old, my father went home to visit relatives, just in time for my sudden acute gastroenteritis with a high fever of 39.5 degrees. At first, parents felt fine, and it was customary for children to sleep fine.
However, dad saw that I couldn't go to school after a day's sleep, so he touched my forehead and shouted, this is not good. When I was pulled out of bed, I couldn't walk. My father picked me up and ran to the hospital without saying anything. At that time, we lived in township streets, less than five miles from the hospital. But my father walked hard all the way, and when the weather was fine, it suddenly began to rain, and countless people wrestled behind his father. There is also a river between my home and the hospital. There is a wooden bridge on the river, and there is a row of stones in the river. When it rains, the water level rises and stones are flooded. Only by taking the wooden bridge, the wooden bridge is wet and slippery by the rain, and will slide into the river and be washed away by the flood. My father tied me to my back with a rope, and then slowly climbed forward from the wooden bridge. Anyway, I have a fever and I don't know if I'm scared. After listening to my father's words, I was afraid. I was in a coma for two days in the hospital and woke up on the third day. Father was very happy and excited: scared to death, screaming, screaming. Then ask me what I want to eat, and I'll let your mother cook it for you. I thought for a long time and didn't know what to eat. My father shook the bed for me and put two pillows under my head. I suddenly feel much clearer. I saw the green ears of corn on the corn seedlings that had just rained outside the window. I have always loved to eat ears of corn, and immediately shouted: Dad, I want to eat boiled ears of corn. They are tender and delicious. Father said: no, that's from the production team. If you want to eat, I'll go to the captain later and we'll pay you some money to buy some ears. I can't bear to say: What, why is it so hard to hold you? Open the window and reach for it. It's so complicated! The father looked serious: son, I really can't. We are all real people. If you don't tell the captain, do you know what this is called? It's called stealing, you know, son? Although it's no big deal, it's not easy to see the big picture from the small, let alone the farmer's uncle. We should respect the work of others. My father's earnest words left me with endless aftertaste. Later, the captain personally sent a basket of young ears of corn and said, son, your father has helped our team many times, and this ear of corn can't be charged for anything. Take good care of the child and wish him a speedy recovery! Since then, I have strictly followed in my life: small evils are not done, and small goodness is not done.
20xx 10 year 10 2 October is a day I will never forget. That night I had a nightmare that my father was killed. Suddenly the phone rang and woke me up. Look at the time on the watch. There is also a phone. The mobile phone shows two o'clock in the morning. The other end of the phone said: Your father is ill, please come to your home! My father has always been in good health. After retirement, he was re-employed by the company. He seldom gets sick, and he doesn't even remember having a headache or a stuffy brain. Maybe his old man felt that he cared too little about his children when he was young, so he was embarrassed to disturb us. But more often, children care too little about the elderly. In a word, we children are all surprised. When we rushed to my father's side, the doctor said: Your father has terminal lung cancer, only three months. A thousand words burst into tears. Listen to the doctor and take dad to the hospital quickly. Just when everything was ready to leave the room, my father said that we can't leave now, we can only wait. We look blank? My father said: I am re-employed now and don't live in public houses. I rented it myself, and I never gave it to anyone else. I can't go through the formalities until the owner of the house comes back. I implored my father: this matter can be done by one person. Let's go to the hospital first. The doctor didn't say that one more day would be bad for our condition. No way! Father still stubbornly insisted: people want to talk about credibility, I don't trust you. I'm afraid that if you leave, people will take me as someone. We had no choice but to go out and look for someone everywhere and finally found the landlord. The landlord said: in fact, the rent paid by your father is always long every month. I have to refund your father a little money. At our insistence, the landlord accepted last month's rent with gratitude, but the landlord still gushed: Your father is really a good man, honest and frank, fair and sunny, cheerful, especially conscientious and helpful. He is your good father and my good friend. Son, be sure to give dad a good look at the disease. Your father is lucky to live a few more years!
Yes, my father struggled with the disease for two years under the correct treatment of doctors and the careful care of his children. Father said that these two years were the first time in his life and should have ended two years ago. It was because of the disappointment of his children and his family that he lived two more years. During the two years of illness, my father's optimism, openness and frankness left a deep impression on all those who had contacted my father. Even when my father died, he gave a clear account of his own affairs: no extravagance and waste, simple everything, and responding to the government's call for cremation (cremation is a difficult period at the beginning). My father's life left his children an honest life, an honest job and a face that was honest to everyone. This is my father, my dear father. His virtue and family style are instilled in our hearts and flow in our blood in the process of our growth.