When I think of my father, my mind is full of the image of him who is resolute and tenacious in the face of life. I'm not afraid to sue you, our family is a super-born household, and there are four sisters and brothers. In our remote and desolate village, my parents guarded the thin fields, but they had to take care of a family of eight, both old and young.

My parents got up early and stayed up late every day for the sake of our family. However, as you know, the cultivation of our own fields alone is not enough to feed our whole family. I have to raise some pigs, chickens, geese and dogs. In those hard days, my father shouldered most of the burden of the family.

In my memory, I have never seen him stop for a moment. Every day, when I woke up, my father and mother were already huddled in the kitchen to make porridge and chop grass. With a dozen or so chickens, the chicken woman has long been accustomed to waiting for a porridge mixed with bran at the kitchen door, and only after eating it will take the chickens to the edge of the village to forage for food.

The dog was not stupid, he gathered around my parents, and refused to leave without asking for anything to eat. And the pigs in the pen have long been called and called again. They all know that after this meal, they have to rely on their own foraging ability to survive until it is nearly dark, and then there is a second meal.

When we woke up, we had to rush to school after breakfast. In short, the morning rush in our rural homes is not at all as poetic as the prose I read in textbooks, with the smoke curling, the rooster crowing, and the morning sun shining on the green rice fields.

The hardships of the years had slowly smeared my father's face from a sturdy young man to the withered blackened by the scorching sun for many years, and his thin face was covered with ravines and rutted wrinkles. The deep-set eyes reveal a sad, confused and earnest gaze, as if reminiscing about the past and looking forward to the future. The chapped and scorched lips seemed to have been sealed dry for a long time, and the only two front teeth left revealed how much sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy he had tasted!

The big hands that are like rakes and ploughs can tell how much heavy work he has done; I don't know how much sweat has slipped from the tiny pores, the sparse beard, and the conspicuous mole of hard life, all of which are branded with his hard work and miserable life, as long as I look at him, I can feel the unique smell of tobacco leaves, feel his skin shaking, his blood is rushing.

But even so, my father is full of hope and expectation for life after all the vicissitudes of life, especially when he looks at the figure of our four siblings coming back from school, his face is always kind and optimistic. I can always feel an indomitable vitality in him, which always makes my heart produce an ordinary and great emotion, which is so regrettable, so real and amiable, and so flesh and blood.

The vivid image of my father used to be the spiritual motivation that supported me to overcome difficulties, and he has always been hidden in the corner of my heart, and he has long radiated my upward appeal. His face to the loess, his back to the sky, mixed with the sweat of the soil, and his deep and invisible eyes are the epitome of my peasant father's life.

Whenever I think of my father, I cry silently, not only for his hard life, but also for his perseverance, so that my inner impetuousness can be calmed in the hustle and bustle of the metropolis! This is my father's personal charm to me, and it is also an invisible power and spiritual wealth that he has brought to me!

I was grateful for my father's qiē, and I was even more eager to return home as much as possible. After getting out of town, I walked towards the village where I had lived since I was a child. Since my village does not have a cement road, there is no direct shuttle bus to the village after the bus arrives at the town where the village is located.

Obviously, this could not stop my urgent determination to return to my village. As soon as I got off the bus, I bought a bottle of mineral water in town and walked the trail back to the village. The mountain roads were rough, the roads were potholes, there was nothing, and my heart had long since flown back to the village. As I strode along, I remembered the song "My Old Father" that made me feel emotional.

On weekdays, when I hear this song, I am more moved by its melody. But when I walked on the quiet road back to the village, the lyrics of that song suddenly came to my mind clearly:

Touch your forehead

Take your temperature

Give you a thump on the back

Roll over for you

The emaciated body was no longer alive

The infusion of the drip symbolizes life

My old father

The person I love the most

There is ten points of sweetness in the world

You only tasted three points

I'm here for you in this life

I didn't wait enough

If I go to heaven

And to serve you

Chaotic eyes

Therein is anticipation

Closed corners of the mouth

Expressing resentment

An unscrupulous wicked woman has defrauded you of your possessions

The unvirtuous rebel drives you out of the house

My old father

is the most pitiful person

There are three points of bitterness in life

You hold on to ten points

Life is a hard time

You've had enough

I beg you for the rest of your life

Stay away from the wicked

An empty coffin

Unengraved inscriptions

Freshly sewn shrouds

Candles to be lit

When I bought it, my heart was full of tears

The helpless choice is the last filial piety

My old father

My most dear person

The filial piety of children is ten

You only tasted three points

Be your son and daughter in this life

I didn't do enough

I beg you for the rest of your life

Also be my father

I know my father hasn't gotten to the scene in the lyrics. But as I meditated on the lyrics, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I know, it's not a pretentiousness, it's a feeling! Because on the way back to the village, except for me, it was a winding mountain village road, and the scorching sun shone on my lonely body, making me sweat. I indulged in the tears and did not wipe them.

Later, the sound of a motorcycle came from behind me, and it quickly stopped in front of me.

"Niu, why are you? Hey, you're a real person...... How can you say it? Your dad is dying, how many times has your mom called you, always saying that the phone was turned off, and she always cried! Don't blame me, why don't you say yours as soon as you meet. I'm a relatively simple person, and I don't have any city government, so I'll just say what I can't get used to, if you complain about me, I'm annoyed, I don't care. As long as it's good for your team, I won't hide it and say it straightly, pity your dad lying on the bed, calling your nickname for days, and making my team neighbors feel very uncomfortable. "Brother Li next door said that I was embarrassed. There was a look of remorse and guilt on my face, and looking at the unforgiving reproachful look on Brother Li's face, I felt more guilty.

"Brother Li, don't say it, I've been in tears of remorse all the way. Now, let's not talk about that. Hurry up and take me back to the village, I'm afraid that I'll be too late to go back to the village, and I won't be able to see my dad for the last time, and I won't feel good in my life. You're going back to the village, aren't you? When I said this, I couldn't choke up, so I had to twist my face away.

Brother Li sighed low at me, "Alas! He hurriedly said to me: "Okay, okay, I'm also anxious, I didn't ask you what was going on when I met, and I accused you when I opened my mouth." Okay, don't blame yourself, huh? Get in the car, and I'll take you back to the village right away." It's okay, when I went to town this morning, I went to your house to take a look at your father, and although the breath was not very good, it was not enough to go! ”

When I lifted my leg and stepped into the back seat of Brother Li's motorcycle, I heard him say that he went to see my father this morning, and my heart was very moved. It's really better to be a distant relative than a close neighbor! At the same time, I couldn't wait, "You came to my house to see my dad this morning?" He didn't say anything, did he? How's his breath? ”

"Why didn't you say anything? I'm going to town this morning, so I'll stop by your house and ask your dad what he wants to eat. I went to town to buy it for him. He said he didn't want to eat anything, he just wanted to see the cow. When you come to town and meet the cow, let him come back when he is free. ”

When I heard this, I felt even more sad and painful, and I didn't want to distract Brother Li from driving, so that he could drive the car back to the village quickly, so that I could meet my old father. As for the fact that I don't have much money on me, it will inevitably be embarrassing for me, but at this time, this is no longer important, the important thing is that I can see my old father who is in danger of his condition!

Towards the end of the evening, I finally returned to my hometown, where I had been absent for almost three years. Brother Li drove me directly to my doorstep. I didn't even have time to say thank you, so I went straight to my back room. In the courtyard, I met my long-lost mother, who had gray hair and wrinkles creeping up on her face.

"Oh!" As soon as my mom saw me, she exclaimed, "Niu, are you back?" ”

When my mother was about to say something, she saw that I was a big man, and she was already in tears, and she was so choked up that she couldn't continue. I hugged my mom tightly in my arms and rubbed my face on her gray-haired head a few times, "Mom, I'll talk to you later, I'll go see how my dad is doing first!" ”

I said, letting go of the hands that were holding my mom and running to the back room. When I met my second sister again in the hall, I only nodded with her teary eyes, and without saying anything, I went straight to my father's room. The eldest sister was sitting on the edge of my dad's bed, wiping the cold sweat that broke out for my dad.

As soon as I saw my scrawny dad, I couldn't control my feelings anymore. I yelled "Dad" and knelt down in front of his bed with a "plop", grabbed his dry hand with one hand and put it in my face.

"Dad! My son doesn't take the test! I came back to see you so late......" I cried and fell in front of my father's bed, my shoulders shrugged.

I didn't even dare to look at my dad more! The disease tortured him to the point of skin and bones. His face, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were staring blankly, and his hair was almost stripped bare. He should have been happy to see me back, he wanted to smile. But my dad couldn't laugh at all! It's not that he doesn't want to laugh, it's that he's too sick to laugh!

What a sad picture! So much so that I knelt in front of my father's bed and refused to get up for a long time!

I'm ashamed, I'm sorry. Dad, you raised me so hard, but when you need love and help, I can't do anything to share a little pain for you! Our family couldn't take him to the hospital because they didn't have the money! So much so that when he was dying, he was not cared for......