In my memory, my father had just entered elementary school. It was the late 1970s. My father took the certificate I received from school and smiled with joy. I pasted the certificate on the wall and asked my mother to give me some delicious food to encourage me.
In my memory, my father always worked without complaints. His thin body contained infinite power, cheerful and optimistic, and full of confidence.
My father has been facing the loess and his back is facing the sky all his life, but he is very open-minded in his mind. We are six brothers and sisters, and we encourage each child to go to school. At that time, the tuition was paid by the mother for the eggs, and the patches were also worn. I hope to wear new clothes and eat something delicious during the New Year. That's it, my father also strongly supported us in school.
Father is also a spiritual supporter of our reading. Although my father didn't know a few words, when he heard us study, he began to recite something he learned at that time: I am Chinese, you are Chinese, and we are both Chinese. When we learn the plan, my father also recited the mantras with us: one on one, two on two, three on five on two. My father's participation invisibly increases our enthusiasm for learning, and his own competitiveness cannot be left behind. We experience fun, confidence, encouragement, and the envy of teachers and classmates in our studies. Multiple factors make us fall in love with reading and also make us enter the palace of knowledge.
Every time my father goes to the market to sell things, he will ask his children to follow him and help settle the score. It’s not that my father doesn’t know how to calculate, but that someone helps him and feel at ease. After the child was settled, the father was also settled the score himself. After checking the two, it was right. As a little accountant around my father, we must learn mathematics courses well. For this reason, we love learning more. Because in my father's eyes, we are his pride.
Father’s educational concept is out of date now. In order to save money, during the Chinese New Year, we bought red paper, cut it into strips, folded it into squares according to the number of words, and wrote the couplets ourselves. The specific contents of the neighbors have already pasted them and used them directly. At first it was written by my second sister, but later it was me. When writing a pen, my father will always comment on every word he writes. This "horizontal" is well written and that "vertical" is well written. You know, my father’s comments are really good, and we also feel like we are experts in writing brushes and characters. Isn’t the opportunities and conditions provided by my father to us the appreciation education that we are now advocated?
My father has been working on the land all his life. The fields he has been using are not big hits or grass.
When I was idle in winter, my father still got up early, went out to pick up firewood, or picked up tree lumps to roast fire, or cleared wasteland by the small river next to my home. It is rare to see my father free and full of energy.
My father loves to talk and laugh, and is generous to others. He takes the things produced in his own fields to the market and doesn’t want any of them. He even chats for a while and becomes an acquaintance. Whether you know it or not.
In the era when there was a shortage of food and clothing, my father would always bring back a little beef when he came back to the market. The child would bring one or two peanuts with skin, and one or two peanuts for each person. Things are precious because they are scarce. Although they are lacking in material things, we feel rich, and we are full of hope in poverty and yearning for life.
Now, it has been thirteen years since my father left us. Every time I think of my father, I feel warm and happy, we are also held in my hands by my father. Father’s love warms us, but I can no longer hear or see my father’s voice, appearance and smile.
