Father is ill composition 1 Father is a craftsman of boxwood carving. In common parlance, he is a craftsman. When he was a teenager, he picked up a meat cleaver and began to learn carving from my uncle. He worked conscientiously for nearly twenty years. Since I was born, the sound of carving boxwood has been with me, and it has become the background music that will never fade in my childhood. ...
When father carves, he always puts the carving tool rack on the shoulder socket. Over time, the shoulder socket of each of his clothes was wrinkled, and some even worn out. And my father's shoulder socket is always black and blue, full of old and new injuries, as if it would bleed with a little effort. When I was a child, I asked him, "Does it hurt?" "No, I'm used to it!" Father smiled, turned and got busy again.
Because of breathing air mixed with boxwood powder for a long time, my father suffered from rhinitis very early, and it was very serious. No, in the first spring, my father's rhinitis broke out again. He wipes his red nose all day, but his nose seems to flow forever. Father didn't care, wiped it with a paper towel and began to work again.
The nose is sour and the eyes are moist. I remembered the day when he had urticaria. At that time, my father needed a lot of wax for his work, and he would be allergic if he was exposed too often. My father is too busy to go to the hospital for treatment. His illness dragged on and became chronic urticaria. My face is swollen and itchy, so I can't sleep at night. I heard that black sesame stewed with old wine can cure urticaria, so my father, who doesn't drink much, poured himself a pot of medicinal liquor, hoping to get better soon and drank it several times. However, even so, my father never gave up carving, and he shouldered the heavy responsibility of inheriting the intangible cultural heritage and the livelihood of the family.
Tears slipped into my mouth, so bitter.
Every time after school, I can always find my father in the crowd: tall, with a bulging stomach, looking around from time to time. As soon as he saw me, he greeted me with a smile and walked in front with my schoolbag. That day, I suddenly found that my father's body was a little wobbly, and he always walked high and low, because the schoolbag belt was tied to the wound of the shoulder socket. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say a word, so I had to walk home with my head down and tears in my eyes.
My father's occupational disease is an injury engraved in my heart and a road sign that inspires me to forge ahead. I believe that one day, I will take over the burden on my father's shoulders, heal those scars, sit with him and watch the years pass quietly.
Father's illness composition 2 When I was sixteen, my father was diagnosed with silicosis, which is an incurable disease.
This disease is caused by my father's work. I lived with my parents when I was very young. My father's job is ore mining, which requires dirty and tiring work. Every time I come back, my father's clothes are covered with mud and engine oil, and the water shoes are half full of smelly water. When my father puts on slippers, he will jokingly show me his wet feet, which have a white edge. Dad's hands are also very different from ours. His hands are thick and big, with veins standing out on the back and yellow cocoons on the palms. I asked my father why our hands are all white and his is yellow. Dad told me that he had oil on his hand and couldn't wash it off. I thought it was funny.
Later, when my father came back from work, he often said that he was too tired to breathe and that he was really old. The company had a group physical examination, and my father came back with a physical examination form that day, looking sad. He said that he might have an occupational disease, and the doctor suggested that he go to a special professional hospital for examination and confirmation. The result is indeed what everyone expected.
I used to think that my father's work was dirty, but I didn't expect to do so much harm to my body. It turned out that the soot and sludge I saw not only polluted my father's clothes, but also ruthlessly polluted my father's lungs.
My father's illness is irreversible. We can only stay away from this working environment to avoid the deterioration of his illness, but my father still has to work, because if he doesn't work, he will have no money to pay for his family expenses. Now my father can't earn as much money as before, but what makes me happy is that his working environment is very clean now, which at least ensures my father's health.
When my father was ill, I obviously felt that he was old, his teeth were loose, his front teeth fell out one by one, and he couldn't eat well. Later, my mother will steam rice and stir-fry vegetables for a while, and then I can only eat fish and tofu.
I finally understood Wang Xiaobo's sentence: "Life is a process of being hammered slowly and finally becoming a hammered cow." Dad's illness, like that hammer, brought a great impact to dad and us at once, but I know very well that he and his mother have paid too much for this family. Now that they are really old, I will always grow up.