"My father left, he left in a hurry, without leaving any last wishes; my father left, he left calmly, without leaving any regrets. My father was born on June 30, 1913, and died in 2003 On November 12, he died at the age of 91.

My father’s life was an ordinary, peaceful and simple life. He left us some material wealth and endless spiritual wealth. He taught us how to do things and be a good person.

My father worked hard and went through hardships in his early years; in his later years, he has children and grandchildren around him and enjoys a family. I hope that my father’s spirit in heaven will protect us in peace and harmony; I hope that my father’s spirit in heaven will protect us. The big family will continue to live, multiply, and prosper."

This is the eulogy I wrote in a hurry when my father passed away. Although it is crude, it also provides a brief summary of my father's life.

My father is an extremely ordinary one among many fathers in the world. But His love always hangs over our heads, lasting for decades until the last moment, so that we can enjoy it endlessly!

My father was born in a poor family, with no room and no land. When he was 13 years old, he went to Tongzhou Qingfuzhai and worked as an apprentice. In three years and one day, I started with carrying the urinal, looking after the children, and cleaning. After going through many hardships, he finally became a disciple.

My father and grandfather were both descended from the same lineage, but in our generation, we are prosperous, with eight children and sisters, not counting the two dead brothers.

The two brothers died of illness and starvation. That year, there was a severe drought in Hebei, and all the food was eaten up, so we could only dig wild vegetables to eat. After eating all the wild vegetables, they ate the leaves, and finally even the leaves of the Ailanthus altissima. Two older brothers died during that era. If I want to eat a steamed bun when I die, where can I get it? Starved to death. Another story is that he died of illness in his mother's arms!

My father was an extremely strong man. Growing up, I never saw him shed a single tear, whether it was due to illness or poverty. What he told us most was that poverty requires poverty. My father's factory evaluated the subsidy, and my family's conditions were completely qualified, just because someone said that they saw my mother buying fruit. Since then, my father has never applied for subsidies. What best illustrates my father’s character is that he broke the front fork while riding a bicycle and inserted the handlebar into his mouth, leaving a big hole in his mouth. Even so, he insisted on not taking a break for a whole day. Because as soon as I take a break, the bonus is gone. It’s only five yuan, which is the living expenses of the family!

My father is a person who believes in equality. He discusses all major and minor matters at home with his mother. When buying something, the two of them discuss it. Each person is responsible for the family's money for one month. Later, my mother was too tired and often didn't have enough money at the end of the month, so my father took charge of it. In the year of the natural disaster, we were starving to death and everything was rationed. In order to show fairness, my family bought a small scale, with the starting scale being one tael and the maximum weighing being five kilograms. Every meal is weighed, no more is acceptable. When it's cooked, distribute it to everyone one by one according to each person's quota. Everyone can only eat his or her own share. I was growing tall at that time and I was always hungry. I only had one meal for two days, and my father would never give me more. No matter how hungry we are, he will take us to find a way. Embrace cabbage leaves, pluck willow buds, pick locust beans, dig wild vegetables, and pick sweet potatoes. Now I can still recognize many kinds of wild vegetables, which is probably directly related to that time.

My father is a polite and amiable man. He always smiles and salutes with his palms clasped when he meets others, which makes him appear very polite. However, when discussing his joining the party, people said that it was a bourgeois feudal etiquette. Not only did the party fail to join the party, but the inspection team leader was also almost wiped out. However, my father still went his own way, smiling and laughing every day when he saw people, and he didn’t change even after he entered heaven!

My father was a fashionista. During the Cultural Revolution, it was popular to inject chicken blood, which was said to be able to cure all diseases. Seeing that others were getting chicken blood, the old man also raised a big yellow rooster and went to the hospital every day to draw chicken blood and give it to himself. As a result, the disease was not cured, and he received a series of large bruises on his neck and head.

My father is a man of good face. Before liberation, there was a tug of war between the enemy and the enemy in his hometown. The Japanese and puppet troops were rampant during the day, and the Eighth Route Army was active at night. My father worked in the city, and when he came home he was dressed in a silk coat. He was stunned by the Eighth Route Army and was arrested as a traitor. President Sui went to guarantor the person and said: "He is from a mud-legged background. Even the house he lives in belongs to someone else, and he only wears the same clothes inside and outside." This made people laugh and let him go.

My father is a man who makes a living. This family would not be able to survive without him. My mother does not count, but my father is very good at it. When I earn a few dozen yuan in salary, no matter how much I spend, I will have enough by the end of the month, just right. Able to receive wages. Father's way is the plan! Buy food and necessary daily necessities first. Then, there are necessary expenses such as tuition fees. Let’s talk about other expenses. There were many children in the family and clothes were a big problem, so the father bought cloth and dyed it himself. Cutting grass, netting fish, making jelly, everything is done by oneself. Winter is coming. People eat fruits, but my family eats radish. The trick is to buy two baskets of radishes in advance and bury them in the soil, and then eat them slowly in the winter. This will relieve heat, relieve hunger, and is cheap.

My father does not play favorites when it comes to his children. One thing he often says is: "A child is like his 10 fingers. Whichever one he bites hurts." Having said that, it does hurt a bit. That is, he loves whoever is far away, whoever is poor he loves, and whoever suffers he loves. As the saying goes, a child who cries will get milk, but the one who suffered the most was actually my second brother. The second brother did not edit the length very much, and it looked like a peasant before liberation. People are really smart, but it’s all in their bones.

He is educated and calculating, and he really looks like his father. It is understandable that when my father was dying, he always talked about him.

Father and mother also had conflicts from time to time. When they got angry, my father told me a story: "Once upon a time, there was a family of three, father, mother and son. One day, father and son were building a wall. Neighbors When a child came to play, a brick fell and he accidentally killed the child. In a hurry, he built the dead child into the wall. But don't say it, my son said I remembered it. One day the couple had a fight, and the woman said in a hurry, "How about you? You put someone's child in the wall, and you pretended I didn't know about it!" He immediately became silent. Privately, the man told the child not to tell outsiders. What did you say? The son said that I didn’t tell outsiders. I just told the boy, stupid. Child, your mother is an outsider!” What my father meant was that my mother was an outsider. In fact, once the anger was over, mom and dad were fine again.

My father is actually a businessman at heart. After retirement, he often went to the Temple of Heaven for morning walks. I saw a lot of people raising birds, and there were also a lot of people selling birds, but at seven o'clock there were no more people selling birds. It turns out that the people who sell birds are farmers in the suburbs. They get up early to catch the birds and go home as soon as they are finished. At this time, my father saw the trick. He found someone to discuss with them, and let them catch the birds exclusively, and he exclusively sold the birds. They gave him fifty cents, and he sold it for two yuan, which really made him popular. After retirement, raising birds not only supports the body but also makes money.

We learned a lot of skills from my father, which I will benefit from throughout my life. No matter what difficult situation I am in, I can grit my teeth and get through it. I don’t complain about hardship or tiredness, and I endure everything by myself.

For my father, who plans to spend money all his life, one thing we often say when burning paper is: "Dad! If you have money, you spend it slowly. If you don't have enough, just give it to me in your dreams, and we will burn it for you." "!

Father! How are you over there? Have you met your mother? Please take good care of our mother, don’t be too tired, there are us too!

Father, go well!

My son brought the whole family to Qingming Festival

2005.4.5

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