It is said that father's love is speechless, and I finally understand this deeply.

In the evening, passing by a video store, there was the chopsticks brothers' song "Father", I couldn't help but stop, "Thank you for everything you do, your hands support our home........." The song ended, and I was already full of tears.

In the autumn of 1997, I was born in an ordinary family in rural Xiamen, Fujian Province. However, when I was 8 years old, a sudden change broke the blandness completely. My father fell from the construction site, and I became a fatherless child, and everything before was gone.

Three years later, in order to make a living, my mother was introduced and took me to remarry Zhang Zhiming-Zhang Cripple, a small craftsman from a neighboring village. When I saw this man for the first time and my mother told me that he was a father in the future, I ran out of the house crying with grievances in my eyes. In my heart, I resented my mother so much, how could I marry him! Not only was I lame, but I was also thin and ugly, and I couldn't compare with my biological father at all, and despite my resentment, I couldn't break free. So for the next four years, I did my best to embarrass and even humiliate this man. On weekdays, I am like a stranger to him, I rarely communicate, and I only call him "Hey" ......

I remember when I was a child, I was a well-known troublemaker, and I often took a group of friends to wander around the village. The one we mischievous the most was the Wang Po's house in the west of the village. When the sun went down, they let their chickens go, and secretly watched her hurriedly drive them to the nest; climbed onto the roof, plugged her chimney with grass, and staggered out of the kitchen from afar, scolding and coughing, coughing and scolding, and the mood was extremely happy!

During the Lantern Festival, there is a tradition of setting off whistle fires in rural areas. During the Lantern Festival in 96, although there was a strong wind that day, my friends and I still set off a sentry fire on the river ridge near Wang Po's house in the west of the village, and had a lot of fun. However, when I lit the largest pile of withered grass at the west end of the river, the fire quickly burned into the east wing of Wang Po's house by the wind, and the northwest wind blew the fire, and suddenly the sound of "beep and beep" raged, and the fire became bigger and bigger, and we scattered and shouted people to put out the fire......

By the time the neighbors put out the fire, the east wing of Wang's house was almost in ashes, except for the steaming walls that were burned black on all sides. I stood there dumbfounded, my ears ringing. Wang Po pulled me over, her lips flew up and down, she scolded fiercely, her red eyes glared fiercely, and her fingers poked my forehead fiercely, eager to insert them deep into my head. I was terrified.

At this time, the little carpenter came, and the princess kept apologizing, the princess let go of me, sat on the ground, and began to cry "Little carpenter, aunt treats you well, the mother-in-law helped you marry, but burned my house......" The cry of the princess, the fingers of the neighbors, made the little craftsman angry, picked up a thick branch, grabbed me, and beat me fat. I struggled and scolded: "You are not my father, why did you beat me? What happened to me, who asked her to introduce my mother to you, a dead lame, ugly cripple......" The little carpenter was stunned, I struggled to break free, and caught a glimpse of his face swelling like a pig's liver, the green tendons on his neck bulging high, and the princess also stopped crying and sat on the ground, and the neighbors dispersed with sighs and sighs, and I fled.

On the ridge, crying as I walked. After a long time, my mother took me home, and after a lot of lessons and education, I said to my mother, "I want my father!" My mother's eyes were hazy with tears, and the little carpenter came in, and when I saw this scene, I was at a loss, and I glared at him fiercely, and he walked away with a sense of interest. At night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking of my biological father who left me, and thinking of the scene that loved me, and I was extremely sad.

Once, however, when I woke up in the night, I heard my mother's conversation with the little craftsman, and I was not shocked.

"Zhiming, you see that we are not very old, why don't we have one?"

"No, the child is so old, what does he think! Sleep! Don't think about it!"

......

Time flies, and it's winter again. One morning, when I woke up, I hid under the covers, saw a layer of white ice on the windowpane, and thought, "It's snowed all night, how good it would be to not go to school today!" At my mother's urging, I got out of bed, pushed the door open, and suddenly a cold air rushed to my face, quickly enveloping me, and I couldn't help but shiver. Everywhere was covered in silver, and the ice edges hung in rows on the eaves like translucent crystal pillars, and even the river in front of the door was frozen.

At breakfast, my mother said, "It's so thick snow outside, it's not easy to ride, so I'll take a boat today, and the east end of the river is the road, which is much closer." Then the little craftsman pushed the door into the house, and his hands were red and red, and his fingers were like boiled prawns. Mother brought a bowl of wine out of the pot, and he drank it all in one gulp.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked, looking at me.

"Hmm. ”

"Let's go!"

I picked up my bag and followed him limping to the river, got into the boat, and squatted down.

"Slow down!" Mother admonished.

"It's cold outside!" He waved at his mother.

At this time, I realized that the ice in the middle of the river had broken into pieces and floated on the water, and as far ahead, it was 2 kilometers away, forming a small channel. The boat began to move slowly, its hull squeaking with ice cubes. I looked back at the little carpenter holding the boat at the stern, and the hot air that erupted from his mouth and nostrils condensed into layers of frost flowers, frozen on his beard, and his face was like a ripe persimmon, red and red. I saw him, holding the penny with both hands, exerting all his strength, propping it back, the boat moved forward two meters, and then pulled it up, and the water on the penny also flowed down his wrist into the sleeve of his coat, but he didn't realize it. In vain, I felt a warm thing flowing through my heart. It was he, little by little, who broke through the thick ice, and bit by bit propped up the boat to squeeze through the ice...... And so, stretched, pulled up, stretched, and the boat reached the end of the river with a creaking sound.

When I got ashore, I turned around and plucked up the courage to say to him, "Your clothes are wet, go home and change!"

"Ahh At that moment, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily and patted the sleeve of his hard shirt, "It's okay, hehe, you go!" With a smile on my face, I turned and rushed to the school. For the first time in a few years, I had a serious conversation with him; For the first time, I watched him smile seriously; For the first time, I smelled something that warmed me.

In the days that followed, I got more information about him from my mother, such as that he had a good hand in weaving, that he was a little talkative, that he liked to drink some rice wine, and so on. Gradually, we had a little bit of communication, and sometimes, when the homework was done, I would make baskets with him. Gradually, I found that he was not so annoying, and every time I couldn't weave a basket well, he always silently disassembled and re-knitted it, so that I stopped knitting it later. Gradually, I found out that he was very smart. He is the best weaver in the surrounding villages. Gradually, I found out that he was very kind to my mother, and every time I came back from the market, I would buy two steamed buns, one for me and one for my mother.

Time flies, in my third year of junior high school, I had an accident in physical education class, and my ankle was fractured, and the doctor recommended rest. In order not to fall behind in my homework, he will ride a tricycle to pick me up every day. At 9 o'clock in the evening, after the evening self-study, my classmates helped me to the school gate, not far from the school gate, he turned on a flashlight with orange lights, and waited until the students were picked up at the school gate one after another, he came to help me into the car. 1 day, 2 days, 1 week, 2 weeks...... I slowly got used to the orange lights not far from the school gate. But one day, I was standing at the school gate, and my classmates were gone, and I hadn't seen the light yet, so I was very uneasy, and I kept looking into the distance. At this time, the orange light flickered from far and near, it was him, it was him, and he limped over.

"Wait, right? He was sweating profusely and said apologetically.

"How do you get home?" I can't help but feel a little worried.

"I'll carry you!" He saw that I was a little hesitant, and hurriedly bent down, "Come, come up!

And just like that, he limped back to me. The two of them were speechless for a long time, and I broke the silence first, "Well, why do you wait until your classmates are done to pick me up every time?"

"Hey, my classmates will laugh at my legs!"

I didn't say anything more, I lay on his back, and after a while I felt his breathing getting heavier and faster, so I said, "Let me down, rest for a while, and then go!"

"It's okay!

"Dad, you let me down and rest for a while!"

"Ahh He suddenly shouted loudly, "Haha, son, we're almost home, no stop!"

Suddenly, he seemed to have wind under his feet, walked faster, and before he reached the front of the house, he shouted at the door, "My son is back, open the door!" Mother, surprised, helped me off his back.

"The car broke down! I've got my son back!" He said with a smile.

"What makes you happy, your clothes are wet, go and change them. Mother was disgusted.

"Hehe, don't talk about it, get some delicious food for my son, I'm hungry too!" Father smiled.

Mother looked at the two of us in confusion and went to get food. I saw him sweating profusely, and his chest and back were also soaked with sweat, and I was inexplicably moved.

"Dad, tomorrow, pick me up at the school gate!" I said to my father, who was sitting in his chair, excited.

"Hey, good!"

While I was talking to my father, my mother came in and said, "Oh, I see, I'm so happy! The mother suddenly realized that the family looked at each other and smiled.

That night, lying in bed, I couldn't sleep for a long time again. Zhang Zhiming, Zhang Zhiming, you have long been a father in my heart, and calling you "Dad" has been depressed for a long time.

suddenly looked back at the naughty boy he used to be, and now he knows right and wrong; The crippled Zhang who used to hate ugliness is now a great and respectable father in my heart; I used to be afraid of being ridiculed because of your disability, but now I know that disability is beautiful. Father, you are not good at words, but your love makes me like a spring breeze, and you have given me a home with your dexterous hands; You smashed the ice, and the ice water filled the sleeves of your clothes, but your love made my heart melt quietly; You always leave a lamp not far away, giving up closeness in order to give me "dignity", but your love is always in my heart; You carried me all the way home, sweating like rain, and your love made me feel your greatness and selflessness; Your love is always so quiet, but I can always understand.

Father, you are thrilled because I called you "Dad", but you know that it is an apology for my son to be late for a long time, I am sorry, my father has made you wait for so many years!

Father's love is boundless, and my heart is deeply shaken.