After my aunt left, I closed the door of my house and walked to the back of the house, where my grandfather was taking advantage of the sunshine and took a board to gather food. I took off my shoes and walked back and forth on the hot, a little prickly rice grains. When my grandfather saw this, he asked me if I was stunned? Why don't you stay under the tree on a big sunny day and run under the sun?

I said it was okay and it wasn't hot, so I followed him back and forth. Grandpa didn't say anything more. After finishing the food, he took off his hat and stood under the tree to cool off. When he was almost cold, he asked me to watch from the field, saying that he was going back to the house to sleep for a while.

I said yes, and when he saw his hat, he went to the front. After my grandfather left, I took a spin around the field and then ran to sit on the top pole of my uncle's tractor parked in the shade. Close your eyes and feel the coolness of the wind and listen to the rustling of leaves in the sun.

At this time, although it is already October, and summer has long passed, the autumn tiger is still very powerful. For three or four consecutive days, the temperature was in the thirties and upwards. However, it was a difficult good weather for our farm. In this way, not only will the harvest not be delayed, but all the harvested grain can be dried and put into the warehouse. It would be great if God could come down with a rain of no small rain after all the grain was collected and sunburned and put into the warehouse, and then it would be fine for three or five days.

When I think of this, I remember that my dad had to write down the weather, temperature, and wind direction for that day in his calendar every day. He wrote from a very young age, and at first I couldn't read because I couldn't read. But then when I went to school, I basically understood it. However, he was not very literate, and could only write a few simple words. For example, 'big', 'small', and so on. One time I saw him write 'heavy rain' in his calendar book, and I asked him if it was heavy rain? He said yes, and I asked him who had taught him this rain. He said it was on TV. Because he is a little presbyopia, he can only roughly see an outline, and he doesn't know how many points there are in the word rain. When I counted six points, I asked him why he was counting so many points. He said that the heavy rain should not be a little more? I said, if it's a rainstorm, you'll have to light ten more points! He laughed, and finally I told him that no matter whether it was heavy rain or light rain or heavy rain, the word rain only needed to dot four dots, and the word "rain" was unchanged, and it was not a person.

Thinking of this, I smiled unconsciously, Dad is actually very cute when he is not fierce. I closed my eyes and thought about it again, and I remembered that I had dinner with my dad once. He pinched the cake with chopsticks and didn't grasp it well. The cake first slid from his chopsticks to the edge of the table, and then fell from the edge of the table to the floor. At that time, my aunt had a dog over there, and his name was Funny. I gave it when I was still there, and it was a six-clawed dog with a lot of spirituality. As for the name, I just came up with it on a whim, but it was very cute when I was a child, and I liked to hold it whenever I was fine, and I would secretly carry it to bed when I went to bed in winter. So it has always liked to follow me, and it still is.

That was when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school! After my father dropped the bread on the floor, he thought it was for him because he couldn't keep lying on his stomach beside me, so he took it in his mouth. Seeing this, Dad reached out and slapped it on the dog's head, and scolded. I put down the cake and looked at me pitifully with a pair of dog eyes. I was about to say what about my father, when he picked up the bread from the ground. While muttering about the dead dog's spoiling of his bread, he pulled off the half of the cake that he had not bitten and threw it to him. I looked at his posture and thought to myself, didn't he want to eat the remaining half of the piece? I saw him stretch out his chopsticks to pick up a chopstick dish, and by the way, he took a bite of the cake. I was about to speak, when my aunt called me over there and asked me if I would eat mung bean sprouts. I replied that she didn't eat, and my dad said, "With her eyes, you might see something dirty and clean?" If you close your eyes all day long, you may eat something? I look dirty! ”

I was speechless for a while, and it took me a long time to react and look at him, and asked incredulously, "Do you think my aunt is dirty?" Are you trying to laugh at me? I don't know who picked up the bread on the ground and ate it! ”

"What's on the ground?" When Dad heard me say that, he was unconvinced and said, "My ground has just been swept up, what is clean?" ”

"Why didn't you say it when the dog bit it?" I said.

"Didn't I give it the piece it bites? I haven't touched this half of it again, what's there? There's? Dad looked up, and when I saw this, I said, "Yes, I saw it eating in the tank at noon today!" ”

I deliberately disgusted him! Actually, I've never seen a eat. I thought that my father would definitely be disgusted by me, but I didn't expect him to look up and give me a sentence unhurriedly: "If this is put into 60 years, you will rob it!" ”

Thinking of this, I unconsciously laughed again, Dad, it's actually really cute! If...... If he could be more enlightened, it would be even cuter, wouldn't it? But dad is dad after all, and his thinking has long been stuck in his time, and it can't be easily changed. He firmly believes that filial piety comes out from under the stick, and strict teachers produce high-level disciples. I don't understand all the encouragement, rewards, and so on that I'm talking about.

Actually, why shouldn't I? I don't really understand him, and I wonder why he can't think about it from my point of view. Why can't we think about it from the perspective of the current society? Because the present is, after all, the present, not the past, and not history. Each era has its own theories and ways of living in each era. Why do you have to confine yourself to such a long time?

I'm not saying that the past was bad, but times are always advancing. If you have been imprisoning yourself in such a long time, the final outcome will definitely be even sadder. Because in that case, you're abandoning the world. So, what you throw away will eventually abandon you.