Father takes a photo in Yangtaishan, Shenzhen
Dear Father, the sixth day of the tenth lunar month is your 45th birthday.
The moon is like a hook, hanging in the horizon.
My daughter, who couldn't go home because of something, stood on the roof of the dormitory and looked at her hometown, wondering if you would also sigh at this round of hook moon, lamenting that time passed and time was like the wind? Thinking of you, dragging your tired body, lying on the wooden sofa at home that had just been replaced with a sponge pad, closed your eyes and looked at the " Exploration and Discovery " column on CCTV Ten with rest. Thinking about your love is like a picture that appears before my daughter.
Once upon a time, you took your daughter through the barren mountains and ridges in the town, you took your daughter to your aunt's house along the railway tracks extending to the distance, and you took your daughter to find someone deep in the white clouds. When you were lost, your daughter shouted to the other side of the mountain: "Dad--" After a long time, you carried a bundle of wood and appeared in front of your daughter with snot and tears. My young daughter thought she had lost you, but it turned out that you were a mountain. My daughter shouted at the mountain, and you returned to her daughter with the echo.
Now, you have lost your father, but you have not allowed your daughter to go home, enduring the pain of losing alone. But at the moment of your eternal separation, you were broken through the last line of defense by tears.
It is a lucky thing to lose a relative in his forties, because he began to understand the cycle of life and death and was able to accept the departure of his relatives.
Every Chinese New Year, you will take your daughter to the wild for a walk. My daughter doesn’t know if this is a way of education in nature. Those dead trees are in spring and the hills that allow me to see not only the hope of rebirth, but also the education of my father’s beloved.
You have always had a good temper, especially for your daughter. Although you cannot take your daughter to a tourist area in a large place like other rich people do, your daughter is also content, because you have conveyed your love for your daughter in the simplest way.
My daughter is afraid that her mother denies your love for us. Because when my daughter was seven years old, you had an affair when she worked as a construction worker in the city. The news came so hasty that my ignorant daughter didn't have time to understand the meaning of "affair" and only knows that you will soon want this family. When that charming woman came to the house, my heart was like an ant on a hot pan, but I could only hide behind my mother timidly, looking at your face, I couldn't understand the expression.
For a long time after that, the daughter felt that her mother had begun to age. Her brows were always frowning, but she didn't mention you who was still outside. When you came back, you didn't give any explanation to her daughter, probably thinking that her daughter was young and ignorant.
Many years later, while my daughter was cleaning in an old house, she accidentally found a letter in a map album, which was written to you. There is a lot of content, and one of them roughly means: The moment your daughter pulls me to cry desperately, I wake up. Maybe we really love each other, but this passionate love is far from being as good as your daughter's tears. She needs your care to thrive...
You are a responsible man. My daughter suddenly recalled many past events, and she woke up by the quarrels for countless nights. I learned from my mother's nagging that many years ago, after serving, you returned home, and under the words of the matchmaker of your hometown, you married your mother who had known for only three months. The subsequent marriage life was something you had not considered before getting married, and the problem of personality inconsistency brought too many troubles to this family. My daughter can understand what you do more and more, but the years pass, and it is impossible for her to travel through time and space to fulfill your passionate love when she was young. If my daughter could have done so at that time, she would not have had such thoughts. Knowing the stories behind these is what you have fulfilled her current daughter.
Silent you and your mother are squandering their food and spending money on your daughter to go to school with your sweat.
After going to high school, my daughter began to enter a rebellious period. My father could no longer help her daughter who had fallen into her studies. Your health was getting worse day by day.
Once, my daughter went home to get her student ID. It was lunch time, but the table was filled with a bowl of dry pickles. Could it be that they just eat this? My daughter was wondering, you happened to come back from get off work, and when you saw your daughter, she smiled and said, "Xiaomei is back! Why don't you call me first so that your mother can buy vegetables!" My daughter felt so sad that she closed the door and threw herself on the bed and cried. You treated yourself so meanly that she was not working hard to study.
is out now, and you have fewer and fewer opportunities to communicate with you. You have become a mountain, standing there from afar. You can no longer do the things you need to shelter from the wind and rain. My daughter only hopes that in your lifetime, you will really have the opportunity to take you on a tour.
You are taciturn. After your daughter left home, you called, and your rough voice was like a child scolding your daughter who could not do math problems, but the words you said were: Study hard, pay attention to your health, and have a full meal. With a few words, your daughter knows that you are worried about leaving your baby daughter for the first time for a long time.
The phone was hung up, my daughter was full of regrets, and she found that she couldn't understand you, but she didn't speak. Your wish was to go to the outside world, and one day my daughter would take you to see the most beautiful scenery. Take the train heading far away. My daughter believes that neither time nor distance will shut out your former dreams, and your piety will move God.
The mountain is still so high, but my daughter's vision is wide. The mountain you took me to climb is not the highest mountain in the world. My daughter knows that the highest mountain is called Mount Everest , and tells you: Your love will always be the highest mountain in my daughter's heart.
