I want to write about my father, a Father's Day essay from Chaohu blog. Children enjoy the love of their parents, but it is often easy to ignore this love. Every time my father came to my residence from his hometown, he always called me in time after he came back, telling me that I was safe and I felt guilty when I received the call. Father is afraid of my worry, but why is my mind always late?
For so many years, I just feel that I have been taken care of by my parents, but I have never given any feedback to my father seriously. Have I talked to my father and had a drink with him? I didn't do it on purpose, but I only scratched the surface. My father never complained that I didn't do much for him, but gave me a short life reminder after occasional meeting.
When my father became a grandfather,
Father is over sixty years old. My father lost weight and suddenly there was white hair in his hair. My father's face is still yellow, which is the mark left by the long-term exposure of the sun in the field. Father is still so quiet, drinking less, smoking all the time and playing mahjong when he is free. Father doesn't like to criticize people, he doesn't get angry easily, he doesn't like to tell right and wrong behind his back, and he doesn't say anything until he has to.
My father is helping my eldest brother with the children now, and my mother is here with the children. Our life has disrupted their lives, so they gave up farming in their hometown a few years ago and let others do it instead. Since I became a father, my father has often come to see my granddaughter. I always feel very happy after my father arrives, and my daughter is attached to his grandfather. He always makes her giggle, and he will satisfy her with some small comforts-giving money to ride a rocking car and playing with her on the slide.
Father impression
Father is a cultural person in our village. I studied in the former Huangshan Middle School in Chaohu for three years (there were only junior high school classes at that time) and graduated in the 1960s. Many of his classmates went to good jobs later, but my father never said this in front of me. My mother revealed to me that when my father was in junior high school, he fell in love with the novel Water Margin brought by my uncle who was a primary school teacher, and his academic performance plummeted. In the end, he didn't jump out of the farm and went back to the village to be an accountant for the production team. My father has always kept the habit of reading books and newspapers.
Father has no idea of taking the lead in getting rich. I think my father worked as an accountant for the production team before he got married, and then he was hired as a village cadre after running an administrative village for more than eight years. When he was running a township enterprise, he was responsible for running an oil factory in the village. It was not until a few years later that my family did his job that he voluntarily resigned. According to the requirements of selecting grassroots cadres now, cadres should have the ability to take the lead in getting rich, but my family has never been rich in my impression. Many years later, I asked my mother to solve this question that has been in my heart since junior high school. My father is honest and frank. No matter in the production team or in the administrative village, he has never made profits for himself, let alone made false accounts and occupied public property, which is what convinces people around him so far. My mother often criticizes my father. Being a cadre these years, the fairy at home is not so annoying, and my mother has suffered a lot, so my mother has never enjoyed anything from him.
My father's violent education has impressed me so far. When I was in primary school, my elder sister was already in junior high school, and a lot of housework fell on me during the busy farming season. I learned to cook when I was seven. I don't feel bitter. I kept good study habits under the praise of everyone until I was admitted to the technical secondary school. But the only time my father used violence against me when I was a child is still fresh in my memory. Once at noon, on my way home from school, I was playing with some classmates in the neighboring village. My hardworking father happened to pass by and saw me and ordered me to go home at once, because I had to go home early to cook. I came home in fear, and my father took out a rope and beat me without saying anything. Even though I ran very fast, the burning pain on my body only subsided after a few days. My father scolded me loudly: if you don't want to study, come down and work in the fields! I was so scared that I cried and said that I would never play again. I would study hard. Now that I think about it, my father is probably angry because I am playful and delayed the normal cooking and eating time of the whole family. Second, I am worried that my addiction to play will ruin my studies. The fear my father gave me that time felt like the treatment of employees being laid off by the boss today. A shock reminds me that I should cherish this opportunity to learn.
Father is highly respected in the village. Father drank some ink in his stomach, so anyone who has major events, such as building a house, getting married, having children and the elderly, should be invited to be present for maintenance. Father knows some rural laws and policies. If there are contradictions between neighbors, please ask him to mediate the turntable. Father's speech is impartial and oblique, which will eventually satisfy everyone.
Father likes to make friends. Because as a village cadre, I have a wide network of contacts, there are often people at home, and my father often goes out to socialize before going home at night. My father likes playing mahjong, which is also the interest of life that my mother tries to change but still maintains. My father's brand is good. Whether he wins or loses at cards, he basically keeps silent. There is a pack of cigarettes in front of him, and he lights one in his hand from time to time. Father was often invited to play cards, so his mother used to argue with him, but now she has acquiesced. I don't remember who said that a brand is like a personality, but I still agree with this sentence.
On the journey of life, my father saw me off twice, which helped me get rid of my timidity and ignorance in the face of a new life. For the first time, I was 16 years old in September. After the senior high school entrance examination, I was admitted to Chaohu Architectural Engineering School, and my father sent me to a technical secondary school to start school. My father took the only new wooden box in the house and the bedding painted with red paint, walked along the country field path for about 20 minutes, got on the road in the south of the village, walked out of the North Gate Station of Chaohu Lake, and walked along Bantang Road for about 4 miles. At that time, both sides of Bantang Road were covered with dense French phoenix trees, and the asphalt pavement was smooth and flat. My father sent me to school to pay the registration fee with me, and then made my bed in the dormitory. Before leaving, I met with the class teacher and talked about concern. The second time was 19 years old, 1 1 month. After graduating from technical secondary school, I stayed at home for five months, and the notice of work assignment came. My father sent me to the township government that I hadn't contacted for more than ten years. When I was studying, I still had a red wooden box and two new quilts. My father helped me carry my luggage to the township government and met the cadres in the office. My father told me to be modest and polite in front of township cadres, do more work and study more.
My father influenced me.
My father is a towering but tall tree in my heart, and I am a seed he planted. My father sheltered me from the wind and rain on the road of my growth and guided me to see the upward sky. I grew up beside my father.
After work, because I often deal with the masses, my father told me with his own experience that we should be pragmatic for the people and not just promise the impossible. I firmly believe that from the people, we should serve them. My father often talks with me about some national affairs and exchanges views on the current situation.
Father has always been difficult to ask for help, and he doesn't like to look at people's faces. I suffered greatly from it. When I got married, I asked myself to do it alone in order to show my independent spirit. I was tired but willing. But this character also left a regret for his father and was criticized by his mother. In that era when it was popular to find relationships through the back door, big brothers and big sisters didn't do well in the college entrance examination, but they were at a critical moment when they might be admitted. Because their father didn't look for a partner seriously or even gave up looking for a partner, they finally lost the turning point of their lives in college.
Influenced by my father's behavior for many years, I have gained and recognized some of his ideas and methods. Don't make public-keep a low profile, do things seriously-don't waste time, don't be hypocritical-be sincere, don't flatter yourself-be independent, don't panic in the face of chaos-be calm.
Father is a very common father in the world, walking in the street will be drowned immediately. But my father belongs only to his wife and children. I love him, respect him and fear him. This fact will never change.