Like most people in that era, my parents also arranged marriages, but for decades they got along well, almost never quarreled, never complained about each other when encountering difficulties and problems, but responded together. The family was always peaceful and peaceful, so the three siblings lived in happiness since childhood, and the same was true for our respective families when they grew up. The couple is harmonious, filial to their parents and young, and they are also happy and happy.
My father is the eldest in the family and has been separated from his grandparents very early, but they have not lost their filial piety to their grandparents at all. In that era of material scarcity, just making rice at home, stir-frying even the simplest pot of potato slices, or putting a spoonful of meat sauce in it, was considered a "good rice". The first night of a good meal was always the one with my grandparents. My sister and brother and I took over the task of serving the rice for our grandparents, until we grew up and left home one by one. This was even more so for other rare items such as biscuits, bread, candies, etc. There was never a reason for children to eat before giving them a serving.
They are kind to their children but are not spoiled, tolerant, but not spoiled. Among the three siblings, I am an old and young, so naturally I get more care than my older brothers and sisters, but they have never spoiled me. I remember when I was very young, I sat on the ground and stomped on the ground and cried like other children because my wish was not satisfied. But they ignored this at all, and I never had any similar behavior again.
In my childhood, the most common way for adults to educate their children was to beat and scold, but fortunately, we siblings rarely get beat and scolded. In my memory, I have only been scolded once, and I have almost never been scolded. After I went to junior high school, my parents never even criticized us. The time I was beaten was still very young and I couldn't remember why I was beaten, but it was definitely something I couldn't do. Anyway, I was beaten with a super butt. After being beaten, I was sad and lying on the kang. Later, I fell into a half-sleep state in a daze. My father thought I was asleep, so he gently stroked my butt with his rough hands to see if it was hit hard. I don’t know if my father still remembers this scene, but it has become eternal in my memory. Without a trace of grudge, I feel full of happiness.
Want your child to become a dragon and your daughter to become a phoenix is probably the common wish of all parents in the world. In order to realize this wish, many parents have been so strict with their children that they are extremely strict with each other, but things often go against their wishes. But my parents never interfere in our studies, whether to go to school or not, whether to do it or not. Everything is decided by the children themselves. I made two major choices in my life, and they all gave me full respect.
Once when I graduated from junior high school, whether to choose to take the normal school or high school, the head teacher’s opinion is to take the normal school, because once I pass the exam, I will achieve the transformation from agricultural to non-government. I think my parents’ opinions are roughly the same, but I chose to go to high school. Although my parents may be a little disappointed, they still respected my choice. Of course, I did not disappoint them. Three years later, I became the first college student in the village.
Another time when I was in my second year of high school, I felt that my studies were OK, so I asked a township middle school to take the college entrance examination in advance. Before the exam, I told my father that as long as I passed the exam, I would go to the junior college, college or undergraduate, but the grades in that year were only enough to go to the junior college. I was a little unwilling to accept that so I didn’t apply for it and gave up the opportunity to go out of the farm again. Other parents might force their children to go to school. After all, the situation is still unknown after a year, but my parents once again chose to respect me. After the third year of high school, I got into the undergraduate degree as I wish, which made them feel relieved for a year.
After joining the work, I was unable to stay by my parents because of distance and work, which often made me feel guilty, but they never complained and always gave me the greatest tolerance and support as always.I remember one time when I went home, I slept on the hot kang with my old father. My father, who was nearly 80 years old, said, "My baby hasn't slept with me for decades", which made me break my defense in an instant, as if I was back when I was young.
Now, they are all over 80 years old, but they are still optimistic and open-minded, happy and tolerant. With them, I am a child with a family. Even if I am over fifty years old, I hope God can keep them healthy and happy, keep my heart in touch, and always have a warm home.
