My father's birthday, I don't know when it started, but I remember it. In my memory, my father's birthday is always very simple. At most, I cooked a bowl of noodles and added two eggs according to the custom of my hometown. If I didn't know today was his birthday, I might not even think it was a birthday. When I was a child, I always asked him inexplicably, "Dad, why is there nothing delicious on your birthday?" Dad always touches my head and says with a smile, "Dad loves this!" " "I think my father is too stupid to know what is better. However, when I grow up, I gradually understand that he is reluctant.
My father is very generous to me and my sister. Every time we celebrate our birthday, he always buys what we like from the county seat, sits by and watches us eat happily, with a bright smile on his face.
The days passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, I have graduated and started working. Since I went to college, I haven't been able to spend my birthday with my father at home for several years, so I want to take this opportunity to spend my birthday with my father and surprise him. There was an amazing rain this summer, and a project in Kaifeng was in danger because of a large amount of water and sediment regulation at Xiaolangdi of the Yellow River. My father's company sent a water rescue team to support the rescue according to the requirements of the superior. Because my father is a leader, I have never been able to go home. I'm afraid that the plan to surprise my father will fail. I started calling him a few days before his birthday and asked him to come back that day. My father just said I would do my best.
On my father's birthday, I'm not sure whether he can come back. With a vision, I get up early to prepare. I went to the bakery to get a predetermined cake, went to Chua's Street to buy a bunch of his favorite dishes, and cooked a delicious meal for my father myself, waiting for him to come back. My father didn't come back that day because of the strong water and tight tasks. I dialed my father's phone and told him: Happy birthday, my son has grown up. At the other end of the phone, accompanied by the busy sound of the machine, my father was excited and choked.
I cried at that time, perhaps because I thought my father was not easy, or because I was young and immature. In short, on that day, I knew that I had grown up and that my father was my pride. I wanted to be Huang Heren like my father. ...
Father's Birthday Diary 2 Sometimes I can get drunk with my friends, but I never smoke. It's not how pure I came from, but the scene of my father smoking hit my skull like a nail. In this deep memory, there are not only eight petals of sweat, bitter tears, but also bloody blood. Huang Chengcheng's eventful life explains his father's mottled life. Therefore, even the best advice will only be blown but not sucked. I really can't bear to swallow my parents' pain, although it's just a wisp of smoke.
When I was a child, there was a lonely smoking room in front of my house. This building looks unremarkable, surrounded by old brick walls, with two rooms inside and outside, a curing barn outside, a stove and a living room inside. Above the sunken stove is a bed made of wooden sticks, and there is only a broken blanket of bed fat twist on the bare reed mat. There is a big stone in front of the door, with several black and dirty teapots and cups askew, and several cross stools wrapped in hemp skin are scattered on the bare house floor.
There is a hanging melon rack in front of the house, and long round hanging melons protrude from the rack. Coming out of the vegetable garden is an endless green tobacco field. On the tobacco stems taller than people, each tree is littered with more than a dozen leaves as big as a cattail leaf fan, which stretch out neatly into the distance in rows. The breeze blows gently, and the crystal dew rolls down from the leaves and falls on the leaves below, which will eventually turn into pieces. ...
My hometown is in the hilly area in the middle of Shandong Province, barren and paranoid for ten years. Therefore, I never thought that it would create a land of geomantic omen for growing tobacco, with a history of 400 years. The tobacco planted in the workshop is famous for its bright color, rich oil and mellow flavor. But in the past, it used to be a kind of sun-cured tobacco and dry tobacco. In the early years of the Republic of China, with the ringing of Ji Jiao Railway, foreign powers began to build tobacco purchasing stations along the railway to promote new technologies of tobacco baking and planting. Grandpa, who had been in a private school for several years, first went there with his father, built a smoking room with the money from selling iron in the pot, bought rice, stove bars, lanterns and coal, and then opened it.
In the biting January, grandpa taught his father to put small black tobacco seeds in a basin and soak them in warm water, and then put them into a small cloth bag. In order to keep the temperature and humidity, the poor family doesn't even have a stove. He simply puts a small cloth bag in a plastic bag, ties it around his thick cotton trousers, and sleeps in bed at night.
As soon as the ground thawed on February 2, grandpa took his father to clean up the bowl. This work is very delicate. Dig the ground deep first, then pull the wire, take it out of the ridge along the line, and beat it hard with a mallet to make the ridge extremely strong. Apply base fertilizer to the frame, and then stir it flat. At this time, men planted white fly-egg-shaped micro-buds on tobacco seeds with warm buttocks, mixed with fine sand and scattered them evenly in watered beds with a sieve, and carefully covered with felt grass, more carefully than a woman's fork. At noon, the sun was shining, and my father slowly opened a corner of the felt grass, observed it carefully, dug it gently with his hand, then smiled at each other and rearranged the felt grass. Soon, green shoots appeared in the border field, and after a few days, they turned green again. At this time, it needs to be thinned. Sit on the ridge, stagger your body hard, and dig out the extra roots with two fingers. It takes several times to finalize the tree. The remaining tobacco seedlings grow to six or seven leaves, and after they grow sturdily in the sun, they are almost transplanted. When transplanting, first dig the pot head to a depth of about 20 cm to form a section, and then put the pile into the basket like tofu. In this way, the tobacco seedlings arrived in the field with their mothers in the spring season.
In the season of selling cigarettes, grandpa was old, and his father and helper each pushed a wheelbarrow to fill the tobacco market. That year, all kinds of tobacco plants piled up in this area, rushing headlong into it. You have to run 60 miles to the station next to the Ji Jiao Railway to sell cigarettes. Cars and carts all the way, just waiting in line for four or five miles, can not enter the venue for several days. Tobacco companies controlled by foreign forces kept prices down at will, stopped exploitation without reason, and finally got the number into the venue. Outsiders bought it at a high price, like to sell it, but they are too cheap, and they don't want to go out to queue. A few years older than him, tall and strong, he pushed a car forward with youthful vigor, but it twisted with other cars and the handlebar broke, revealing the stubble on the sharp slope. Xiao Shunza pushed on with this half handlebar. Unexpectedly, there was a commotion, and the sharp half handlebar was deeply inserted into Xiao Shunza's stomach. Suddenly, blood poured out, and my father quickly held Xiao Shunzi and finally pulled the handlebar out. The handlebar came out, but the intestines dripped out of a big booth. Hold your breath and slowly put the intestines in, and wrap the wound with your own white cloth shawl. Life is a matter of life, of course I can't help selling cigarettes. I got on the roof with a cigarette in my arms, and my father ran to the hospital while crying. Gududu bright red blood flowed down from the brown tobacco leaves and spilled all the way. There is blood, tears and sweat on Huang Cancan's tobacco leaves. Poor little Shunza finally lost his young life because of excessive blood loss.
In the year of the Great Leap Forward, the slogan "Go all out and strive for the upper reaches" was about to burst. In the critical season when tobacco leaves are concentrated after heading, it rained heavily for seven days in a row, and no one could enter the field. However, the tobacco fork layer on the hit tobacco tree is growing wildly. If it is not eradicated in time, all the nutrients in the field will be sucked away by it, and the tobacco leaves will wither and lose color and weight. It never rains but it pours, and another injury is imminent. It seems that all tobacco rods are covered with tobacco bugs overnight. Tobacco bugs are all long and green. They bite a piece of tobacco leaves, then bulge like a bow and move to other places to continue to bite greedily. Father knows that in a few days, all the tobacco leaves will become the bottom of the sieve.
The situation is urgent, and if the two evils are not eliminated, 100 mu of tobacco fields will be abandoned. My father, as the production team leader, on the one hand asked for support from his superiors, and on the other hand organized fellow villagers to form three commandos, with children touching forks, adults catching insects and women spraying drugs. After seven days of hard work, I almost took off a layer of skin to seal the victory.
The clinker steelmaking craze completely subverted the normal order and the house became a steelmaking furnace. Good tobacco leaves were thrown into Mawan and dry wells and turned into black fertilizer. My father, his heart is bleeding, and he has become a madman because of beating his chest.
"Smoke unloading furnace-"is like a strong wind in spring, and finally survived the night of reform and opening up, and tobacco farmers are looking forward to a good day. Every time I hear this cry, it is the most exciting moment for the villagers. The smoke unloader must be at night or at midnight. After the cigarettes to be unloaded need to be wetted, they are taken out and stored in the warehouse. People were gathered from their sleep. Young and middle-aged people first get into a smoking stove like a sauna, and pass out the roasted cigarettes one by one from the outside to the inside. Other men, women and children passed out like parcels, and from far to near, they were neatly discharged in the yard. In a short time, one tobacco rod was scattered on the ground. Under the bright moon, like yellow gold all over the ground, the Milky Way is dotted.
"It's time to untie the tobacco leaves-"At first light, my father touched the tobacco leaves with his hand, ran to another place and touched it again, then picked up a cigarette rod and shook it all. He found that it was not as crisp as when it was freshly baked, but had a soft feeling of oily skin, and the dissolution of tobacco began. In this job, both big girls and kannika nimtragol are good at it. With neat fingers, they untied a handful of cigarettes from a cigarette rod and soon piled up into a golden mountain.
A bolt from the blue brings sorrow. On this day, my father was holding a big pile of tobacco, perhaps in a happy mood, perhaps overworked, stumbled and fell heavily. The golden tobacco leaves were covered with white foam from his father. It's a pity that he suffered a stroke and thrombosis, and he collapsed in bed from then on, and never touched the yellow smoke and * * * that caused trouble again. In the golden yellow tobacco, who can know that there is still this deep red blood, black excrement and white foam? A few years later, my father drifted away forever like a piece of colorful tobacco.
Every time I visit my father's grave, I can forget everything else, but I will definitely light three cigarettes that my father never smoked before. ...
Father's Birthday Log 3 Today is a good day!
Early in the morning, my sister called and said happily, how are you, Hongwa? You know, next weekend is September 24th, which is our father's second birthday this year. Let's go and surprise them. Before noon, I received a phone call from my little sister, who proudly told me: Sister, are you busy? Next Sunday is leap September 24th, our big birthday. Let's go! In the evening, my husband and I discussed that next Sunday is September 24th, my second birthday this year. Will you go? Husband is happy: go! How can you not go? A once-in-a-lifetime good thing, no, I heard that this leap in September will take a hundred years. Besides, I'm afraid I'll have two birthdays this year in my life. Now or never, I can give him a happy birthday.
In recent years, somehow, every year when there is a new calendar, I can't help but mark a special day-September 24 th of the lunar calendar to see what day it is and whether I want to ask for leave. On this day, I will go back to my hometown anyway, because this day is my father's birthday.
My father is a farmer. I don't know any big shots, and I don't talk much on weekdays. Every time I go back to my hometown, my father can always figure it out. My father has been diligent and sincere all his life, and he is still busy when he is old. Really, good people are rewarded: today's father, who is over 80 years old and strong, helps his brother and sister-in-law do some farm work every day and helps his mother pull the bellows twice a day to cook.
Some time ago, a few days before my father's first birthday this year, my sister called first: Hongwa, this Friday is our big birthday! Let's go early! I miss our mother! I replied: Sister, fortunately, I haven't seen my mother for a long time and miss them very much. Among brothers and sisters, everyone thinks that father and sister are close: ten years after my sister got married, my father finished his farm work every year, holding our old cow alone and helping my sister with a plow on his shoulder; Sometimes when his work is not finished, as long as my sister tells me, my father will immediately put down his farm work and go to my sister's house, which has annoyed my sister-in-law for a long time. The day before my father's birthday, my nephew called: Aunt, my grandmother said that you would all come to celebrate my grandfather's birthday tomorrow. I replied in surprise: Yes, how could I forget this? My nephew explained: My grandmother said that she would give my grandfather a first birthday in September this year. Before, my mother never called to urge us to go, but I couldn't help secretly feeling in my heart: My mother must have missed us.
On my father's birthday, my husband adjusted his class early and rushed to my place. We had a quick breakfast and went back to our hometown.
When I got to the door, I didn't see anyone. When I parked the car, my nephew heard: Aunt, you are here. Then, while arresting us, she shouted loudly at home: grandma, grandpa, my second aunt and them are coming.
Mother and sister-in-law are busy in the kitchen. I thought they were preparing dinner in the afternoon! Shout: mom, sister-in-law, here we come. Then I went to my parents' bedroom, and my father was sitting on the sofa watching TV! When I turned around and saw us, I was very happy. I said with a smile on my face, you came, come, sit down quickly; This morning, your brother drove me to the street in his newly bought car, ate a bowl of mutton bread in soup and asked your mother to go. She hasn't gone yet. Looking at my father's happy appearance, I quickly took out 300 yuan from my clothes pocket and gave it to my father: when I am old, take it, I can buy whatever I want in the future, and I don't need to ask my mother for it (my mother has always been the master in our family, and my mother has the final say in big and small matters, and my father often works silently in the back; In our impression, my father never carries a penny in his hand. Spend it slowly!
Speaking of giving dad money, there is an episode! Because my mother has always been in charge in our family, we give all our money to our parents for filial piety, and my mother will give us whatever my father wants to buy. My niece gave my father 200 yuan on his birthday three years ago. Afterwards, my father told me mysteriously: on my birthday, Lili gave me 200 yuan, and I won't give it to your mother. In the Spring Festival that year, I gave my father another 300 yuan behind my mother's back. On New Year's Day, my brother-in-law teased my dad: I heard that you have money. how much is it? Take it out and let's see! Father was as happy as a child, unbuttoned his coat and took out a handkerchief in his cotton-padded pocket. Handkerchiefs were wrapped in a stack of 100 yuan, and my father solemnly gave them to my brother-in-law, who counted them one by one. It was 800 yuan. Father saved the money we gave him and didn't spend a penny! Mom smiled and said, hey, where did you get so much money? You don't spend money. What if it's lost? I'll keep it for you and get it for you when you use the money. Father smiled and said proudly, No, here you are. If you don't play cards, you will lose everything. For the first time in my life, we all laughed happily when I saw my father "resisting" my mother like this. At that time, I thought, I want my father to save more money in the future, and I want to be so happy and proud all the time!
At this time, my mother came in. I asked, Mom, are all the dishes ready? Let me help! Mom said: lunch is ready, and your sister-in-law hasn't had breakfast yet. She has been busy in the fields all morning. Breakfast is simple. Just stew the chicken your brother bought and eat steamed buns. Mother said eagerly: during the National Day, I thought you were here. I waited day after day, but you didn't come. Your mother and I thought you were going to Yang (your husband's hometown). I don't know if Linzi (her husband's nickname) is good (her husband had a minor operation some time ago) ... I am busy answering: Linzi's illness has improved a lot, but it is not complete. During the National Day, I just wanted to go home to see you, but Lin Zi's illness needed a rest, so I didn't go for seven days, so the family had to stay at home ... When I was talking, I suddenly found that my father was gone. Everyone is chatting here. Why didn't you see me? Mom said: it won't be peeling corn again.
I walked to the door and saw my father sitting alone at the door of my brother's north house. Before that pile of corn, I was enjoying peeling corn one by one. Looking at his back, I can't help but feel excited: this is my father! I've been tired all my life, but I'm still busy. I quietly walked to my father's side, crouched down and said, big, rest, don't peel it today! Father smiled indifferently: nothing, peel one less. I had to accompany my father to peel the corn for a while. I advised him: Big, don't peel it, go home and enjoy today. Father said with a satisfied face, what kind of work is this? I enjoy happiness every day! At my repeated request, my father stopped and we walked home together.
At this moment, my sister came. As soon as he entered the door, he took out a hundred dollars and said to his father, big, take it! Among brothers and sisters, my sister's life is relatively tight, which has become my father's concern. Father asked his sister: How much cotton does it open every day? Can a person be busy? My sister said happily: The weather is good these days, the cotton is blooming well, and I am as busy as a devil every day! I smiled and said, Sister, if you are busy, people are afraid that you have nothing to do. As long as you are busy, you will have money to come! I heard that my sister planted several acres of cotton this year, and my father often cares about her cotton. Some time ago, my father wanted to help my sister peel cotton. As a result, it rained at my sister's house the next day for a week. My father stayed at my sister's house for seven days, but he didn't do much work he wanted to do. I heard that my father went home. Once he opens his mouth, it's a waste to go back to his sister's house. I didn't do any work. Eat three meals a day and enjoy my sister's blessing.
Just then, my eldest brother (my father's brother, who left another family with my grandmother when I was a child) came. Dear dad's two big brothers, father is black and thin, tall and white; I follow my grandmother to a great extent, but my looks follow my grandfather. My father follows my grandfather, but my appearance follows my grandmother. I grew up with my grandmother, and my family conditions are better. I went to school to a great extent and became a primary school teacher. My father followed my grandfather for most of my life, and I was penniless. Fortunately, I met a smart and capable mother. Father asked Da Da: How is his aunt (my first wife)? He laughed loudly and said, His aunt is waiting. It's fun to run a small shop and play mahjong with village women. ...
Finally, little sister came. We thought our little sister couldn't come. It is said that it is profitable for my sister and brother-in-law to drive Xinjiang No.2 to collect corn in other places! Little sister smiled and said, I'm back. I just got back yesterday. This is our big birthday. You can come whenever you want. How can you not come to our grand birthday? My little sister, who followed her mother, got busy as soon as she got home. She asked her mother, mother, is everything ready? My little sister gave my mother 200 yuan for her father's birthday. My mother is embarrassed to say, so I'll take it for you. Sit down and talk about this income. Xiaomei said: There are many cars on the venue this year, but as long as you are diligent, you can earn money with a net income of more than 10 thousand. After chatting for a while, the restless young lady saw that there were not many melon seeds and bananas at home, and she was busy pushing the electric car out, so I quickly caught up. When my little sister and I went out, suddenly, I saw my father standing outside the door, looking at the sky for a while, looking at the ground for a while, smiling, calmly holding a water cup and walking slowly. Look at my father, how serene and happy he is, and how sweet the happiness after suffering is! Father's happiness is written in his natural satisfaction. His words and deeds are conveying his happiness to us, and let us often feel the warmth of a beautiful family.
It's time for dinner. While eating noisily, everyone chatted happily, telling the harvest of this year and looking forward to the beauty of the coming year. While eating slowly, my father listened to everyone's words, silently didn't speak, nodded when necessary, and smiled at everyone from beginning to end. I am very pleased to see my parents eating the food we served and smiling at them!
On that day, we were so happy and happy.
My brothers and sisters get together with our elderly parents, recalling the past, talking about the present and imagining the future. Think about it, we want a lot as children, one of which is to look at our parents' hearts and enjoy our old age happily, healthily and comfortably; But what our parents want is simple. They just want to see their children have difficulties to talk about, and then Qi Xin will work together to help them solve the problem of being energetic and full of expectations for life. During the conversation, we smiled at each other and looked at everyone. That kind of good hope and blessing for our loved ones has become a spiritual pillar for us to live hard: parents will always be for us, and we must live better for our parents.
My father's birthday has become a festival for my brothers and sisters, and it has become an important day for us to return to our hometown. We are looking forward to my father's next birthday! Looking forward to another happy moment! This weekend is my father's second birthday this year. We have several brothers and sisters. It's another festival and a happy day to reunite with our relatives.
Next weekend is another good day!
Think about it, that day is not a good day!
As long as there is love and care in our hearts!
Father's Birthday Log 4 Tomorrow is my father's seventy-sixth birthday. I mentioned my father's birthday when my mother's birthday was one and a half months ago. It is said that the son of the neighbor's aunt got married on his father's birthday, and everyone was discussing how to celebrate his father's birthday, whether to go ahead of time or go to the wedding reception together on the same day. My parents said we'd talk about it then. I thought dad's birthday would be special tomorrow, but I didn't expect it to make us feel sorry.
A few days ago, my father accidentally tripped over a tree stick and broke his knee. These two days are not convenient. In the afternoon, my brother took my father to make a movie. Fortunately, except for different degrees of hyperosteogeny, my father walked freely without hurting his bones and muscles. It's just that I can't celebrate his birthday with my father tomorrow. Tomorrow my father will go to the village to attend the meeting of representatives of party member.
My father taught me a few words that impressed me deeply:
First: "One person doesn't enter the temple, and two people don't look at the well." I don't know what this means until I grow up: when a person enters the temple, I don't know if he is stunned by the gods in the temple. If two people look at the well together, no one will know if that person has ulterior motives to push you into the well. So, I learned to protect myself from childhood. "There is no need to harm people, and there is no need to prevent people."
Second: "If you marry a wife, you should marry virtue, not lust." Color can't last long, but virtue benefits people for life. No matter how beautiful a woman is, there are times when she is not. Only a woman with morality and self-cultivation will benefit men for life.
Third: "What you don't look at is not your own things. No matter how good other people's things are, they can't be seen. " We should always correct ourselves, review ourselves, and think about whether I will harm the interests of others before doing anything. Before you say anything or do anything, you should first consider leaving yourself a way out, so that others will not be passive. "
Although my father didn't go to school and didn't have many words, he read many books, such as Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Outlaws of the Marsh, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, Romance of the Gods, Big Eight Meanings, Small Five Meanings, Yue Zhuan, Wonders of Modern Times ... So far, my father has never forgotten to bring reading glasses in his spare time.
Father often said: "If a person can't read, then he will be very poor in speaking and doing things, and he will always be passive." From my father, we learned how to be a man and how to be a man. I also learned my father's hard work; I also remembered my father's integrity, simplicity and kindness; I also realized my father's kindness and strictness.
Brother and sister, no matter who is wrong, dad will teach us a lesson very severely and let us know what is right and what is wrong. Even if my father hit us, it was to remind us of our mistakes so that we wouldn't make the same mistakes again.
No matter how busy my father is, he never bothers us when we are studying. Instead of delaying our homework, you can be a little bit tired yourself. During the period when I just graduated for more than a year, my father was very helpless because of his unsatisfactory work. He also understands my pain. I remember one summer day in 1990, because I was in a bad mood, I went out to play late. Father went to the kitchen to light some firewood and made some poached eggs for me. I really feel the deep fatherly love. My father also beat me because of my marriage, because my grandmother and parents didn't agree with me, so he was very angry, but after that, he still cared about me as always, and he was heartbroken for my business.
My father's greatest advantage is that he doesn't look at other people's colors, never flatters or please anyone. From him, I saw a man's indispensable clank of iron. "People should not be arrogant, but they should not be arrogant." The poor are ambitious and never beg for pity and sympathy. My father is also an old party member, who has been a party member for more than 50 years. From him, I also saw a qualified * * * party member essential "integrity".
Happy birthday, my dear and respectable father! Good health! Happy every day!
Father's birthday log returned to the rental house in the middle of the night, tired, turned on the computer to watch the news and listen to music. I overheard a song by the river. At first, the notes like the surging river seemed to wash away some of the tiredness of my body, which made my heart a little heavy ... There seemed to be an invisible worry floating in the female voice, but in my mind, a pair of mysterious hands were weaving with the song according to the keys ... A heavy worry wrapped my quiet and peaceful heart after midnight, and my relaxed body floated like feathers in the torrent of memory. ......
I went to a technical school that year, and my father worked in a neighboring city for me to go to school, and I still had some spare capacity. Since my mother and sister divorced a few years ago, when they were away from home in the countryside all the year round during the Spring Festival, the decaying dust in the small building that was not cleaned dropped obviously on the tables and chairs. I just graduated and entered the youth, but I haven't added anyone to my family yet. Although the reunion dinner is full, there are still so many dishes that I can hardly eat. Father went out to take refuge after dinner. My father may be a scholar in Piriyangqiu's belly who is abstinent, and he didn't ask me about my feelings like others. At night, watching the fireworks rushing outside the window, the furniture in the building was washed away by the cold light and the rotten smell of the old year. ......
My father's birthday in his sixties is the same day as the public holiday not far away. My father may be a stubborn man in Pirui's Spring and Autumn Period. When he is ill, he will beg for death. . . I'm only twenty-one, and I don't know how to be filial. I wonder if there will be another chance next year …
When I think of the general, my mood is like a stone sinking at the bottom of the river, carrying running water. ......