? In the preface of the book, there is an article "When I am old", which is as shocking as the pain of heartbreaking. "There is always a person in the world, whether you are poor or rich, whether you succeed or fail, she belongs to you. Stay with you when you are down and out, look at you when you are successful, and when you have nothing, you will find her standing behind you staring at you. She is all your glory and pride, mom. "
Yes, this is mom! No matter whether you are poor or rich, whether you succeed or fail, someone who can always be with you.
Over the years, we have once again accepted the baptism of those tearful maternal love stories, which makes us cherish everything our mother has given us! At the same time, it also reminds me how to understand my mother, how to love my mother and how to honor my mother. My mother is the one who loves us the most and gives up the most in my life.
But in life, I can't help being more partial to my father.
? I am the fourth in my family, with three sisters in front, a younger brother and a younger sister behind. When I was a child, I always felt that my mother was a little patriarchal, doting on my brother, giving him more delicious food, telling our sisters what to do, and doing housework constantly, while my father could treat him equally. In fact, due to the large number of sisters and the large age gap, parents have little impression of their younger sister when she was a child. All three sisters were forced by life when they were teenagers and went out to work with their relatives early. Almost as long as they can remember, life at home has been centered on their parents, me and my brothers and sisters.
I like my father better, because my father's knowledge and culture are higher than my mother who didn't graduate from primary school. During primary school, most of the homework was patiently guided by my father. When I was a student, my grades were always partial to science. When I was in primary school, I often participated in the county or city Olympic math competition on behalf of my class or school. At that time, I always felt that my father had half the credit for the glory of the award. Because whether it is the problem of chickens and rabbits in the same cage, the problem of catching up with each other, or the geometric problem of shadow area, how many nights before preparing for the exam are accompanied by my father patiently, carefully guided, thought together and reviewed together. When I got to middle school, with the growth of my grade, the problem became more and more profound, and my father could no longer help me solve the problem. However, whenever I go home during holidays, my father always asks me to take less part in housework and farm work and spare more time to do my homework. I remember that there was a time when I was tired of learning because of my poor grades in English and other liberal arts. I always complain to my father that I am under too much pressure to go to school and study too hard. I am afraid that if I can't get back to my old school (the city's key middle school), I will end my study career and go out as a factory worker like my sister. One night, when I was making much ado about nothing, my father said to me earnestly, "Silly girl, my father also knows that it is the hardest to study with my brain, which is even harder than doing manual labor, but my life is only ten years." Is it not worthwhile to exchange this decade's hard work for an easy life in the next decade? If you don't work hard for a while now, you must work hard for a lifetime. " Since then, I have never complained about studying hard or tired, and even felt that my father's simple words were simply words of wisdom.
I like my father better, because my father is the most reasonable person, unlike my mother who nags all day. Father belongs to the type of doing more and talking less. We always make mistakes or do not do well enough in our daily life, and even check our eyes.
I like my father better, because there are always endless topics with my father. You can talk about interesting things in life, novels, astronomy and geography. My father loves reading novels and historical literature, so both Jin Yong's Gu Long and strange stories from a strange studio can talk for a while. So when I used to make a phone call, I always liked to chat with my father, whether it was a real story in life or an anecdote from hearsay.
But I don't know that from that year on, my father suddenly became old and a little hard of hearing. No matter who calls back, he seldom listens, and there are fewer and fewer topics with us. In recent years, due to arteriosclerosis and insufficient blood supply to the heart, angina pectoris often occurs, and physical labor or rest is not good. So we won't let him farm any more, and we won't let him manage litchi fruit trees for two years. But this spring, the fruit trees all over the mountains are blooming well, and the fruits are covered with branches. He can't help but avoid us to fertilize and spray the fruit trees and take care of litchi and longan in the orchard. Until the litchi harvest, my sister, brother-in-law and younger brothers were really worried that he was working too hard, which made his condition worse. They had to ask for leave to go home and help pick lychees. How do you know that farmers who depend on the weather finally wait for a good season and get a good fruit harvest year, but they are unsalable because of oversupply? No one asked for 7 yuan a catty of cinnamon this year last year. After half a year's efforts, litchi has been harvested, but the money sold is not enough for the cost of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, not to mention the lost time for labor and brothers and sisters to take time off.
? My father is an honest farmer. He has been dealing with land for most of his life. Now he is nearly eighty years old, and finally he has given up most of his farm work under our repeated persuasion, but at the same time he has lost his source of self-reliance. Although we will give a holiday fee of 300 to 500 on holidays, even my sister insists on supporting a certain amount of living expenses every month, but he is frugal all his life and always wants to break every dollar in half. Even for drugs with heart discomfort, they are reluctant to take drugs on time and quantitatively according to the doctor's advice because they pity the high examination fees and medical expenses. Take the medicine three times a day, twice a day when it hurts, only once or not at all when it doesn't hurt. Two months' dosage can always save him three or four months. When we talked about him, he said, "It's no use eating too much." In fact, we all know that he is just distressed by medical expenses.
Father is an inarticulate person. It is difficult to hear words related to love from his mouth, but his love for us is very much, which permeates our daily life. When his daughter was born, he was 70-60 years old and suffered from hypertension and angina pectoris for many years. However, just because my daughter often cries regularly the next night (superstition says that she has "fetal debt", and medical theory says that it is a symptom of colic), at the time of my daughter's full moon, accompanied by a relative, she took a bus for seven or eight hours and hundreds of kilometers, regardless of her physical discomfort, just to help her "pay the fetal debt". I didn't stop it or refuse it. It's not that I also believe in feudal superstition, but that I understand my father's painstaking efforts and care and expectation for my daughter's healthy growth. For another example, when I bought a house in the provincial capital and moved into a new house, my father was seven or eight years old, with gray hair and stumbling. According to the custom in my hometown, the "lighting ceremony" in every room should be held in the "food accumulation", and my father is a famous Mr. Feng Shui in ten townships and hundreds of miles. He is familiar with this custom and ceremony. Therefore, when my new home moved, he went to the provincial capital hundreds of miles away alone, just to give my new home a "lighting ceremony" at "auspicious time". May we live happily in the treasure land for thousands of years and take care of everything happily. It was after 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, and my father, who was nearly 80 years old, hardly slept a wink. He prepared all the preparations mentioned in the previous paragraph for the "ignition ceremony". After the ceremony, it was past 5 o'clock, and my father had to catch the 6: 30 long-distance bus back to his hometown, because there was an administrative activity in his hometown that afternoon, asking the elderly over 60 to receive the new rural cooperative medical pension in the village Committee according to their fingerprints. My elderly father, who stayed up all night for me and didn't even have time to eat, took the bus alone for seven or eight hours and bumped back to his hometown. Every time I think about it, I feel guilty and grateful.
Of course, like most people, I didn't understand my parents' kindness when I was a child. I didn't really understand my parents' kindness until I grew up and even raised my own children. But at this time, I am busy getting married and working hard for my small family. When I calmed down and wanted to spend time with my parents, I found that their time was running out. Fortunately, some people remember that they have too little company with their parents on weekdays when their loved ones have left, which will be an irreparable regret in life, and it makes people sad to think about it.