Before joining the army, I liked to stroll on the island where my father worked.
plank road is built on a hill on the side of the island. Standing at the end of the plank road, looking into the distance, the deep sky was guarding only a bright yellow moon, and the figures of birds occasionally passed by the rippling waves. The waves kiss the beach and knock on the reefs on the shore. The cool and salty sea breeze blows away, sending away the dull and irritability caused by the hot heat during the day. But my parents don’t appreciate this beautiful scenery often.
That year, the school was on summer vacation, and I came to the island for the first time. During the day, I cooked various jobs with my parents and worked hard until midnight before I rested. I don’t know how long I slept, but in a daze, I heard my father talking on the phone, and it seemed that I had found a "fat point" and wanted to leave the boat as soon as possible. Going off the boat is a laborious task, and you will not touch the water and rice when you are busy. The father woke his mother up to cook, and he had to prepare various utensils for ships.
sleepiness gradually faded away. I sat up and looked at the watch and it was only four o'clock in the morning. "Wake up, lie down and sleep a little longer." My mother apologized when she saw me get up.
"I went on the boat with my dad." I don't know if it was because I was not used to the island just now or because I was tired of working during the day, but the island's climate was obviously wet, but my throat was a little dry.
Mother was about to say something else, but his father came over and said, "Let him go out with me. At his age, I have gone to sea to make money to support my family."
My father quickly took a few bites of food to check the items he was going to carry. As soon as I put down the bowls and chopsticks, I heard the sound of the whistle outside the door, so I quickly walked out of the room and jumped onto the motorcycle. My father carried me to the beach. The morning mist was still thick and the car was a little slow. I urged my father to drive faster. When I rushed to the beach, the sun had just revealed its curtain. My father had water droplets hanging on his forehead, eyebrows and beard, and he shone slightly in the morning light.
He parked the car and asked me to place the things I brought on the boat one by one. After preparation, the sun had already revealed half of its face and the mist was almost dissipated. The sea was golden, and the hull was swaying gently with the waves. I boarded the boat excitedly and rushed towards the diving point with the roar of the engine.
On the endless sea, I was sitting alone in the boat. At this time, it had been more than an hour since my father dived. The excitement at first faded and I gradually felt bored. The sea not far away reflected dazzling sunlight, and I moved my gaze back into the boat. The engine kept running and the air temperature was getting higher and higher, and my body and mood became anxious.
seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and his father finally surfaced. The three big net pockets in his hand were already full of bulging.
"I've harvested so much, is it enough?" I was looking forward to finishing work early and returning to the flight.
His father smiled and said, "It's early! At least three or four times a morning." He talked about how suitable the climate today is for homework, and the hard years he was an apprentice on the boat in his early years. But I have forgotten the details in his words, only I remember that he was wearing the thick gray-green diving clothes. When he smiled, the sea water beads on his face squeezed out of his wrinkles, shook off his eyelashes, or dripped from his nose, and fell on the white and glittering rubber shoes.
My father lit a cigarette and asked me to pour all three bags of goods into the bucket. The work seemed easy, but I was secretly complaining. It turns out that in addition to aquatic products, there is also a lot of silt and sand and seawater. He directed me, picked out the aquatic products and threw them into the bucket, and cleaned up the three net bags. After smoking, my father put on an oxygen mask, picked up three net bags, and jumped into the water from one of the side of the boat. His figure quickly disappeared, only a yellow oxygen tube floating on the dark blue water.
The sun rose to the top of the head, and the scorching sunlight shone down directly. I poured three or four bottles of water and poured it on my head several times. I still felt the heat was unbearable and my stomach was also playing the empty city plan. Time passed slowly in a minute and a second, my father dived several times, and I spent the long wait.The tormented half-day homework was finally over luck because of the sudden wind blowing at the sea. On the way back to the flight, my father asked, "Are you tired? Will you come next time?" I replied without thinking, "I don't want to come again." My father smiled and said nothing.
arrived at home, and my mother picked a few seafood to cook. Although it is still a common way to cook, it seems to taste a bit special. "How does this taste?" the mother asked intentionally.
"It's a little different, it seems to be sweeter." I suddenly felt that the labor of the whole morning was not in vain.
"The things I made myself taste different, of course," said my mother.
"Let's go with me next time, I'll teach you diving homework." My father sent an invitation.
Since then, my mother has prepared a set of diving clothes for me, and my father has taught me diving skills and the tips for watching trends. My skin became as dark as my father, and my figure became more tall and burly. I became my father's right-hand man and took on more and more tasks assigned by him.
This spring, I joined the army and can no longer help my father. The first night of departure, our family rarely strolled on the plank road on the island hill. Standing in the long pavilion, looking at the sky and the sky, my father sighed: "You have grown up, and you will have to rely on yourself to sail far and wide. Whether you have a deep and shallow water or to retreat bravely depends on yourself to helm." I nodded solemnly.
stepped onto the special train to the military camp, and I became more and more confident and sober. The strangeness of March, the pioneering of April, the harvest of May, the departure of June, and acceptance and peace of mind in July. In the days to come, I hope to take every step steadily and not be embarrassed to face my parents because of wasting time.
Author: Gu Ende
Broadcast: Liu Jingyi
Manuscript Source: Rocket Soldiers
The tormented half-day homework was finally over luck because of the sudden wind blowing at the sea. On the way back to the flight, my father asked, "Are you tired? Will you come next time?" I replied without thinking, "I don't want to come again." My father smiled and said nothing.arrived at home, and my mother picked a few seafood to cook. Although it is still a common way to cook, it seems to taste a bit special. "How does this taste?" the mother asked intentionally.
"It's a little different, it seems to be sweeter." I suddenly felt that the labor of the whole morning was not in vain.
"The things I made myself taste different, of course," said my mother.
"Let's go with me next time, I'll teach you diving homework." My father sent an invitation.
Since then, my mother has prepared a set of diving clothes for me, and my father has taught me diving skills and the tips for watching trends. My skin became as dark as my father, and my figure became more tall and burly. I became my father's right-hand man and took on more and more tasks assigned by him.
This spring, I joined the army and can no longer help my father. The first night of departure, our family rarely strolled on the plank road on the island hill. Standing in the long pavilion, looking at the sky and the sky, my father sighed: "You have grown up, and you will have to rely on yourself to sail far and wide. Whether you have a deep and shallow water or to retreat bravely depends on yourself to helm." I nodded solemnly.
stepped onto the special train to the military camp, and I became more and more confident and sober. The strangeness of March, the pioneering of April, the harvest of May, the departure of June, and acceptance and peace of mind in July. In the days to come, I hope to take every step steadily and not be embarrassed to face my parents because of wasting time.
Author: Gu Ende
Broadcast: Liu Jingyi
Manuscript Source: Rocket Soldiers
