12.2019 Story
Recalling of father
Far eastern New Century Corporation / Yang Zhiqiang
As usual, every day after work, I go home to accompany my mother to finish dinner, and then go to the hospital to visit my father who is ill in bed. Looking at his gray hair, he gently held his hand: "Dad, I'm here. Is it better today?"? "My father responded angrily from the beginning to the end, only looking at me with unfocused eyes. Our tears were wiped wet, wet and wiped.
The nurse hurried back and forth in front of the hospital bed. The father with all kinds of instrument detection lines could only read his life index through a small screen. The four indexes of heart rate, blood oxygen, blood pressure and respiratory rate have become the focus of the whole family's life for nearly two months, which have manipulated our happiness, anger and sorrow.
My mother often said that when my father was young, he was a handsome and upright boy, gentle and considerate. He was a typical Pisces boy, romantic and caring. When I was a child, my impression on my father was always dignified and kind. Every night, everyone led me to expect the doorbell to ring and rushed to the door. It was not so much to welcome my father home from work as to expect the water in his hand. Jianbao, Douhua and other dim sum, I watched our five little luobultou eat happily, and my father also laughed happily. Everyone was chatting around my father, talking and complaining. My mother was fighting with iron pot, cooking pot and rice pot in full swing in the kitchen.
My father is a man of few words. In his whole life, he never competes with others and never asks for anything. His life is ordinary and simple. He raised five children to grow up by his own hands. In my memory, we don't have too many sensational conversations, maybe we feel uncomfortable, and we hardly ever have hugs. However, he has always adopted the "love education", never criticizing the academic performance. Even if the university joint examination failed, my father did not severely scold me, just watching me quietly, asking me to think about how to go next. I still remember when my father accompanied me for the exam in the hot sun. He was sitting under the old tree with a bench and a few wrinkled newspapers, sweating like rain. Seeing my depressed expression, he still smiled quietly and couldn't bear to put pressure on me. Just like Zhu Ziqing's description in the "back image", his father's love was always silent, introverted and placed in his heart.
When his father was young, he experienced the loss of his mother and his hands and feet. His life was not easy. As a child, he always picked up a hoe before dawn, dug bamboo shoots and cabbage with his grandfather, and then went to the market with full crops. Such experience also made my father more independent in his life. He not only shouldered the responsibility of caring for his younger sisters, but also shouldered the responsibility of the eldest son of his family. Especially in that year, with self-study, he was admitted to China Post, which was a glorious event. Time flies. My father stayed in the post office for 30 years. When he retired, he was awarded a large silver plate by Chunghwa Post. It was engraved with "meritorious service in post". My father is always proud of it. We are also proud of him.
The introverted father didn't have much interaction with his friends in his old age. His life focus was on his mother and us. However, he often plays a good song or a well-known folk tune without a teacher, which makes us marvel. Karaoke, an upgraded version of "Dianjiang's home", is also his father's only pleasure after a meal. With Japanese education, he can not only sing authentic and memorable Japanese songs, but also express the artistic conception of the lyrics. Now, these songs and tunes can only be explored in memory.
People left, the wind is light, the clouds are light, the trees outside the window that a few yellow leaves fell. The sound of Buddha in my ear seems to remind my father that he has gone away. Our thoughts can only rest on the wisps of fragrance. My father's words and smiles, the places we have passed, the things we have used Are deeply branded in our hearts.
Thank you for your father's nurturing kindness. We entrust you to the mountain forest of Yangming Mountain. We hope that good mountain and good water will accompany you. When you are bored, you can take a walk, look at the green mountain forest, appreciate the symphony brought by wind, water, insects and birds, and enjoy the tranquility and serenity of nature with the occasional leaves from the treetops.
Finally, with Huang siting's song "warm hands", I would like to present it to my great father: "remember to hold hands with big hands and teach me to walk slowly step by step. Now let me hold your hand, please feel free to walk. Remember your kind smile, slowly warm in my heart, thank you for raising me, let me become mature. I'm not afraid of waiting in the dark. Now change the Bodhisattva's hand. Please feel free to walk with him and let go of all cares with my blessing. You are always in my heart, now change the Bodhisattva to hold your hand, please walk with him at ease, put down all concerns, with my blessing. I love you, you are always in my heart.
