If you have a father like this, what can a woman ask for?

he was 28 when I was born. I was fat when I was a baby, and my face, arms and legs were round without exception. I can't imagine what it was like when he hugged me when he was so thin. There was not a picture of me and him before I was one year old. But I have seen the pictures taken by him and his mother on the top of Mount Tai before I was born. The fierce mountain breeze blew through his hair, he wore black-rimmed glasses and smiled slightly, and his slender fingers clasped on his knee, like a weak scholar, inevitably reminiscent of Bo Ye's poem: "Xiao Zhu Lou, white shirt, are you the same year?" He was a young man of literature and art at that time, and the songs he sang to me were campus ballads from the 1980s. He could not only write well and forcefully in one hand, but also sit at his desk and read a collection of O'Henry 's novels at his desk on the evening after work.

until now, I have told him about the books I have read, and he has been able to withdraw from espionage dramas and police and gangster movies with relish. At that time, when he was a middle school teacher, he could write a beautiful blackboard and then gently brush the chalk crumbs that fell on his sleeves. He is proficient in math, physics, chemistry and everything, but it is a pity that none of these talents have been passed on to me. My junior high school chemistry teacher was also his chemistry teacher at that time. When he went back to school to teach after graduation, they became colleagues. Just after the chemistry class in the third year of junior high school, I stood in the office trembling with my failed examination paper, waiting to be disciplined. The chemistry teacher with a white beard took off presbyopic glasses and shook his head and sighed with hatred: "tell me, your father is so good at chemistry, how come you …". Alas. " . I can remember being led around the streets by my grandmother when I was three years old. I also remember sitting in the primary school classroom where my mother was a teacher and being surrounded by a group of brothers and sisters, but his earliest memory was inexplicably blurred, although he always spent the most time with me.

the earliest memory comes from one evening in the summer of four, when we climbed to the roof of Grandma's house to watch the sunset. He asked me if I wanted to go to kindergarten, and I said yes. Early autumn kindergarten began, he sent me by bike, has been passing the green fields and quiet villages. On the first day of school, I changed my promise of "obedience". As soon as he left, I burst into tears. He had no choice but to stand outside the window for a day until the west-facing ashwood window frame of the classroom was soft pink by the setting sun in the evening. The next day, as soon as he left, I still cried, so he had to point to the bike parked in the yard and discussed with me: "I'm too tired standing. Go and sit in your teacher's office. I promise I won't go. Look, my bike is here." I can't walk the bike here, can I? " I thought about it and agreed to keep an eye on the bike during class. Later I learned that although the bike had been there all the time, he slipped away and went to work by bus. When he accidentally told the truth, in spite of my anger, he laughed at me with schadenfreude: "Children are so gullible." After my sister was born, my mother often couldn't leave, so he always picked me up from school. Sometimes he gets off work late, so I have to sit under the tall plane tree at the gate of the kindergarten and wait for him.

in the streets of a small town in the north, dust flies in the shadow of the sun as vehicles pass by. A white-haired granny set up a stall selling cold noodles, and gray pigeons flapped their wings and flew across the sky. I kicked the pebbles around my feet and counted all the ants passing by before I saw him coming on the old black bike and pressing the bell. He gave me the best childhood. Buy me football shoes and teach me to play football on the small playground of the Children's Palace. Also help me choose a dress and small leather shoes embroidered with pink flowers, as well as an electronic organ with snow-white keys. Spring took me to see the Manshan peach blossom, walking through the long field to find a large open space to fly kites. When I went to see Hetian in summer, I sat by the pond with a lotus leaf, dangling barefoot in the water. I was startled by a sudden little frog and splashed with water, and then the two of us laughed together. Autumn is coming, and every morning he combs my messy short hair neatly, puts on his scarf, takes a few steps to look at it, smiles satisfactorily, and then watches me go out to school. He didn't give me a gift for science, but he also taught me how to write a composition. When I was preparing to "speak under the National Flag" when I was in primary school, I would write early that "it was they who threw their lives and spilled their blood in exchange for the bright red flag flying over the Republic" and handed in the homework for ideological and moral lessons in college. I was ridiculed by him that "there has been no progress at all". After I began to study physical chemistry in junior high school, I gradually began to study hard, and because I went to school early, I bid farewell to the original carefree time overnight, and there were more and more unhappy faces. Once a parent-teacher meeting was held after the mid-term exam, and the head teacher assigned an "homework" to the parents and asked them to write a letter to their children.

as far as I know, many of my classmates' parents didn't write it, but he wrote it very carefully and carefully sealed it with an envelope and gave it to me. On a few blank pages, he analyzed my examination papers and results in detail, and listed a list of opinions and suggestions. It took me a long time to finish reading the letter. I almost saw the tears and secretly vowed to make him proud of me one day. Later, I moved several times and could no longer find those pages of manuscript paper, but I remember his correct regular script and the expectation that the tip of his pen would infiltrate into the paper. My rebellious period came late, but it lasted almost throughout high school. Great pressure to study, coupled with frequent illness and taking medicine, full of hostility, less and less communication with him. Every night after the evening self-study, he took me home as usual, and accompanied me through my silent gray youth in the deep and long alley with the sound of kicking feet. During those long years, I only immersed myself in the sad world of spring and autumn, and I never understood the infinite loneliness that he had watched me grow up but had nothing to say for years. Until one day in college, he came to school to see me.

it was in the depths of winter, the cold wind was raging into my neck, and I took his arm and walked slowly on the strange street. I think of the road he accompanied me through in the past 20 years, from the familiar streets of my hometown to the windy streets of other places. My pace has changed from stumbling to steady, while his pace has changed from haste to slowness. It was he who put all the deep loveMeaning is injected into my ever-growing footprints, but I ruthlessly turn every step of growth into wrinkles and carve his face. two。 On the day when the graduate student reported on the beginning of the semester, I wanted to go alone, but he insisted on seeing me off. The school is small, and in order to maintain traffic order, only parents of freshmen are allowed to drive to the parking lot. The parking lot is not a short distance from the dormitory. To make matters worse, my luggage was so detailed that it included thermos, washbasins and washing powder, as well as a large bag of thick and heavy books. Several times back and forth, he walked quickly in front of me, and the heavy luggage made his already thin back look even thinner. At that moment, I thought of the text "back" that I had learned in the first year of junior high school. At that time, as soon as I read the sentence, "I saw him wearing a small black cloth hat, a black cloth mandarin coat and a dark blue cloth cotton robe, he hobbled to the side of the railway" and wanted to laugh. He asked me why I wanted to laugh, and I said, how could anyone wear a "black cloth hat"?

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but that day, I looked at his back, and suddenly my eyes were as full of tears as Mr. Zhu Ziqing. When I was a child, I certainly had no idea that there would be such a day in the future. On this day, I finally grew up, no longer need him to teach me math problems, physics problems, chemistry problems, nor do I need him to take me home by stepping on the streetlight after self-study every night. I don't even need him to listen to me why I think "Black cloth Little Hat" is funny. As he expected, I went to a bigger and farther world. Although he had infinite nostalgia, he never bound or influenced my choice. His foot sound is still lonely, his gaze is still silent, day after day in the same place waiting for my glory after a happy look back, but the glory is so little, even looking back has become light and thin, he has grown old in such a waiting day after day, never complaining. So my tears are getting lower and lower over the years. I think that the letter he wrote to me will have a sore nose. I was about to burst into tears before I opened a blank document to write an article about him. Then I suddenly remembered that I had had three teeth pulled out when I was a child. The first two times I went to the small hospital near my home alone, I didn't cry or make any noise. I was brave and unusually brave, which attracted a lot of praise from the doctor. But the third time he went with me, I began to cry before the doctor's anesthetic injection came down. The doctor looked at him helplessly and said, "I didn't cry the first two times. This time I must have cried when I was watching you." Since I left home and went out to study at the age of sixteen, I have never been afraid to fight the world alone, and the tears in the middle of the night have never been left till dawn. Because I know that no matter how far I go, I can take off all the disguises and embarrassment of pretending to be calm in front of strangers and come to him to cry at the moment of extreme fragility. Although I grow up and will no longer cry in exchange for his anxiety, all my peace of mind and composure stems from knowing that he loves me. That used to be my strongest backing and the warmest harbor.

it is only after such a long journey that I know that he is not only a mountain of fatherly love, but also imperceptibly influenced my life with his most precious qualities. 3. He is a real gentleman. Be cautious in your words and deeds, never speak falsely, be reasonable in everything, and seldom resent. I do not know if it is because he was born, grew up and grew old in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius that the blood of him and his mother gurgled with the restraint of Confucian gentleness and thrift. Sometimes, I even think that they go beyond the selfish nature of human beings in a sense. To them, kindness is not like a character, but more like a way of life. So much so that I read Yi Shu wrote: "some people even eat an apple for a long time, hoping that the world will appreciate his graceful posture of opening his mouth." Some people struggle to dig wells in the desert, and the first sip of water is given to those who are more in need. " Immediately think of them, think of their kindness all the time. As far as I can remember, he and his mother almost never quarreled. Both of them were on a blind date for the first time, and there was no romance of love at first sight, nor did they chase after the masochism that nearly eloped. They felt it was appropriate to get engaged and married soon. Facts have also proved that they are indeed suitable. Appropriately, it is like the usual passages in idol dramas or online romance novels, such as Yuan Xiangqin and Jiang Zhishu, such as Zhao Mosheng and he Yichen. Mother is still a very confused person up to now. When I was in kindergarten, she tidied up my schoolbag, either dropping books or drinking cups. When I grew up, I witnessed the "carelessness" of her old people. Often go out without a cell phone, water and electricity bills lost on the road, text messages at a glance and forget. And his specialty is to indulge his mother to be infinitely confused. Once, my mother's cousin had a car accident and it was an emergency. As my father's unit was closest to the emergency hospital, he rushed to the hospital at the first time, only to watch his cousin die. When he got home, he changed his clothes and washed his face as usual. except that he didn't speak much, he still ate as if nothing had happened. In the middle of the meal, my cousin called to discuss attending the funeral. My mother was shocked. After hanging up the phone, she cried and asked him why he didn't tell her the news when he came back. He only said quietly, "I was going to tell you when you finished your meal." I'm afraid you won't be able to eat this meal after you hear it. " I always remember that evening. When the world came with its cold wind and cold rain, he could not stop her from getting wet and hurt, but only let the injury come a little later, a little later.

at the very least, let her finish the meal so that she has the strength to deal with the swords and swords outside. That's how he defended my mother's almost peaceful innocence. Also let me know that there is no better person and better love in this world, and the best love is nothing but understanding, companionship and companionship. He did not claim credit with his silent affection, nor did she take too much from her daily uneasy thoughts. He enjoyed that she was not good at cooking. She enjoyed his insistence on poverty. It is their infinite tenderness that gives me the best home, so that the concept of "home" often comes to my mind, like the five-pointed flowers climbing slowly along the bamboo pole on my old balcony, with soft branches and leaves and bright flowers. The white clouds rolled in the distance, the aroma of the nearby roses floated gently, and there was peace and serenity in the bustle of firewood, rice, oil and salt. ThemLet me firmly believe that if love flows for a long time, time has its own meaning. 4. Now that he is old, his life is becoming more and more simple and quiet. Originally, he never smoked or drank, but occasionally at family banquets, he had a few drinks and inadvertently coaxed his cousins' children to play and read fairy tales to them in the tone of different animals. But still do not babble, do not say sticky words, before I leave, ask "how, this is enough at home ah" is almost the most profound retention he can say. Sometimes I can't write anything, I just talk to him, pestering him to tell stories for inspiration. He thought for a moment and began to talk about his classmates and colleagues, about the smoke he had spent half his life. He is the best storyteller, starting from beginning to end, with brilliant words, which almost makes me want to record. After writing some chicken soup for the soul, many children wrote to me. Sometimes I didn't know how to reply. I told him, "Don't watch the fire from the other side, you should put yourself in your shoes." So I probably know why he always has to be praised by everyone. Because he was extremely poor when he was a teenager and struggled to go to college, he understood the core of those sufferings better than anyone else. It is because he always puts himself in his shoes to understand the anxiety, embarrassment and unspeakable situation of others. Others do not say that he never asks questions, but others say that he does his best to enlighten and encourage him. Sometimes I feel aggrieved when I see some people talking viciously to each other on the Internet. When he knew about it, he sent me a very long text message: "since you are standing on a high platform, you can't just bear to look up." If someone gives you a gift, someone will throw your shoes. When you are unknown in the crowd, of course no one scolds you, because no one can see you at all. But once you choose to walk through the crowd and stand on the platform, you not only give people a chance to see you, but also give them the right to judge you. So, if you want to enjoy watching, you have to learn to ignore hostility. " He asked me to face up to the well-intentioned criticism, but also made me forgive the unnecessary malice. In the past two years, he has always urged me to read the Analects of Confucius, when he almost reads the Analects of Confucius as a morning paper every day. Before I joined the post, he specially copied to me a passage from Confucius' reply to Zhang: "if you hear a lot of doubts, be careful about the rest, you will be few; if you are often in danger, if you are careful with the rest, you will have few regrets." From childhood to childhood, he has always been my most trusted friend and most effective mentor. When I was a child, he helped me correct my composition and accompanied me to practice my speech. He always solved the thorny problems that the teachers found difficult. Change my resume when you grow up and listen to me introduce myself over and over again before the interview. Whenever I turn to him for help, those growing puzzles will find answers from him. I don't know how he can easily change from a strict father to a loving father. After the college entrance examination, he thought it was time for me to lose weight. He stood in my bedroom at 05:30 every day and persistently woke me up until he "bothered" me and took me for a run. I was not used to the internship at first, and he reprimanded me after listening to my brainless complaints. Whenever he complains to him about something, he always asks me first, "think about it, have you done anything wrong?" So he has never pampered my capriciousness, nor has he ever covered up my mistakes. Until now, if I encounter negative emotions such as pain, loss, confusion, etc., I spend much more time reflecting and thinking than my mood swings.

he taught me that experience alone is not enough. To experience, and then think, from those little or great pain to refine a little lesson and experience, this is the meaning of pain, but also the meaning of growth. I have too many places like him. I don't like too many people and often offend my invited friends. Sometimes I even say to them, "Don't go shopping, don't go to KTV,. Your best love for me is that we sit quietly and talk." But occasionally when I go to a noisy place with a large number of people, I can't help but try my best to tell jokes and jokes. We are all the same. In endless days, making a cup of tea and reading a book is the most comfortable time. When I go home occasionally, I read with a desk lamp, and he practices Xiao Zhuan next to me. I looked at the back of his desk and remembered that when I was a child, when New Year's Eve approached, he cut red paper and wrote couplets on the broad cases in his hometown, laughing Lang Lang. How fortunately, when we looked at each other and smiled, the inexplicable tacit understanding between our father and daughter was still there, and it did not fade away because of my growing up and his old age. Half of my life passed by, like a spring sunset without a trace. He just wants to read an old book on a snowy night, and I just want to love him more and let him be in high spirits, but now he is getting older more slowly. & nbsp; half of his life passed by like a spring sunset without a trace. He just wants to read an old book on a snowy night, and I just want to love him more and let him be in high spirits, but now he is getting older more slowly.