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Father Wang Mingda's classic prose.
My father Wang Mingda is a farmer. In fact, he is not a pure farmer. My father graduated from high school at the age of twenty. In the fifties and sixties, a high school graduate meant many opportunities and progress. But grandpa, as a carpenter, is very conservative, preventing his father from becoming a soldier and working in a foreign factory. In that era when I went to college by recommendation, the Wang family, which had no influence, ruined my father's future without hesitation. A year later, my mother Gu married the Wangs, and my father's intellectual image gradually lost its luster in the complicated family life. The mother gave birth to six sons (one of whom died of measles at the age of four). 1978, when the land is divided into households, the family needs labor. At that time, my younger brother and I were both in primary school, and my younger brothers had just let go of their hands and feet to learn English. My father didn't want to let many responsibility fields go to waste, so he and his mother squatted in the fields day and night to work. When my younger brother and I left home for a middle school in a town ten miles away, our younger brothers also began to study in the primary school in our village. Although the tuition was very low at that time, paying the tuition for five children was also the heaviest and largest expense of the family in a year. In order to subsidize our study, my father, persuaded by my mother, went to menstruation's home in Huainan to learn bean sprouts. My father was forty-six years old that year. It takes more effort than others to relearn the hardest work in rural areas at such an old age. My father was in poor health when he was young, but now he is overworked and has a stomachache. Every afternoon and autumn harvest, my father, as the main labor force in the family, has to sell bean sprouts and cut wheat for farming. He always has a hot meal, a cold meal and a full meal. In this way, my father's condition became more and more serious. When my poor father was ill, he was as thin as a bone and trembled with pain. My brother and I were in tears.

I know where the motivation of the father's efforts lies, that is, to let the children get rid of the fate of being farmers and become decent and dignified people. In order to give the children a future, he and his mother tried their best to provide us with education. When I graduated from junior high school, my eldest brother was already studying in Linquan Normal School, and my younger brother was about to graduate from primary school. For the father of five children who are studying, the pressure can be imagined. At that time, I wanted to quit school and work, but my parents said nothing. My father insisted that I would be successful only after reading all the books in my stomach, and I would not be looked down upon in the countryside. The next night, my father sat in the yard after splashing water on bean sprouts and said to me, I know your idea of working, but now is not the time. The most important time in life is in these years. As long as our family encourages each other, I believe there will be a turnaround soon. I heard that there are landlords selling land and houses in our village. Who has ever heard of anyone selling belly ink? I heard that someone lost money and things, but I didn't hear that people lost words (knowledge). In other words, learning knowledge in your heart and learning to use it is like having capital in business.

I dare not forget what my father said to me that night.

When I was very young, I remember my father working as a clerk in a large production team. When the production team distributes food, my father writes the name of the head of the household in front of the grain pile. My father works hard at school and can write good articles and calligraphy. At that time, the countryside was extremely closed, and foreign exchanges could only rely on correspondence. Because my father is kind and helpful, the villagers' letters are basically written by his father. Sometimes there are many people writing letters at home, so my father asks my brother and I to share them for him, which can test our learning ability and writing level, and more importantly, cultivate our feeling of being kind and respected since childhood. Every year near the Spring Festival, my father will write Spring Festival couplets to neighbors or villagers, mostly until late at night. The next day, my father will take my brother and me to the town to write a village couplet to earn some money to buy new year's goods. The most vivid memory is that my father's face always glows every time he writes a letter about the village union under the dim soybean oil lamp. While writing Spring Festival couplets, he told us how to lift the body, press the topic, raise the pen and so on, laying a solid foundation for our future writing.

My father is a happy man. Under the pressure of life, I seldom see him frown. 1986, I took the senior high school entrance examination. At that time, my math scores were poor and I was not admitted to a key high school. My father learned that an elder in Huaibin, Henan Province worked in the county education bureau, and rode a bicycle early in the morning to inquire about my study. My mother and I waited for news of him at home until late at night. It was already dawn when my father came back, and the result was still unclear. My father's face was always depressed that morning. I hardly remember seeing my father so depressed. In the afternoon, my father and I went to the field to water sesame seeds, but my father still didn't say a word. When the sun was about to set, my father said, Son, God never shuts one door but he opens another. No matter how hard it is, you have to pass. Everyone has a lamp on his shoulder. As long as you don't lose heart, how can there be a dark night that you can't get out of? ! My father's words gave me great encouragement. Probably at that time, I consciously inherited my father's thought that "God never shuts one door but he opens another" and the saying that "bachelors will starve to death".

From then on, no matter how serious I was frustrated and challenged, my father's earnest words and gloomy expression always inspired me when I was about to slack off and made me bite the bullet and crawl forward.

After my brother graduated from normal school, he taught in the rural middle school in my town. For him who has great ambitions since he was a child, he dreams of having the opportunity to continue his studies. But because I study with my younger brothers, I always make ends meet and can't develop outward. In high school, my brother hoped that I could sign up for the college entrance examination for him. When my dad found out, he seriously told my brother that studying hard is a big deal. For you (us), only by studying can you develop better. You are the oldest of the brothers, just bring a good start. Even selling iron in a pan can get you to school. This incident shocked me very much. I didn't expect my father to have such a sense of cultivation and dedication to a son who has already taken an "iron rice bowl". 1990, I also signed up my brother for the college entrance examination. My younger brother has no high school study background, and he is obviously fragile when he participates in the "single-plank bridge" crowded by thousands of people. On July 6th, it was raining cats and dogs. My father was worried that my brother was under great psychological pressure and didn't do well in the exam, so he walked 50 kilometers barefoot with his brother and accompanied him to the county seat. I burst into tears when I saw my father tired. Since then, I have paid more respect to my father, which has gone far beyond the scope of ethical feelings and filial piety. This is the highest respect that can be given to a poor man with firm ambition, firm will and courage to sacrifice. My brother didn't go to college that year, but what my father did made him and his brothers study harder. In June 2002, Fuyang TV Station, Fuyang Daily and Fuyang People's Broadcasting Station produced programs for our family. My brother, who had graduated from Wuhan University at that time and worked in the State Administration of Work Safety, told reporters that as children of farmers, we were lucky to have such an enlightened father. His simple thoughts support our family's continuous efforts in an ill-fated life. Under his leadership, we endured the humble and desolate life torture and soul forging. I don't know how to accurately express my father's influence on us, but his spirit of sacrifice will make us work hard and cherish our lives.

1994 After I graduated from Wuhan University, I worked in Guangzhou. At that time, my brother was studying in Fuyang Institute of Education. The burden of reading for my younger brothers naturally falls on my shoulders. At that time, my father was in his fifties and the countryside was covered with dirt roads. Bean sprouts can't be transported out of the village in rainy and snowy days, and my mother's eyes are hurt by screening beans. My father changed careers and put away the garbage. The countryside is very poor, and a few rags are worthless. Father's daily income is only18 yuan, 0 yuan, which is difficult to support his younger brothers' school expenses. My support for my family made my parents feel a little guilty. When I go back during the Spring Festival, I buy some presents for my father. He always tells me again and again not to buy it next time, just like his mother. I once came back from Qinghai and bought several bottles of "Cordyceps sinensis" for my father. After soaking in water, his face was bitter. Father says Cordyceps sinensis is good, but it doesn't suit him. Don't buy these strange things in the future, it's not worth it. I thought my dad really didn't like it, and I haven't bought him anything like it since. A few years ago, my younger brothers all graduated from college, and the economic situation of our family has also changed a lot. At one stage, my father ate the health care products bought by his younger brothers, and his body improved obviously. Mom told my brother that your second brother (I am the second child) bought Cordyceps sinensis and your father made tea every day, which still had some effect. At that time, your father said he was not used to it because he was afraid that your second brother would buy it for him later. Last winter, my third brother, who worked in the Northeast, bought several fur coats for his parents, but his father insisted on not wearing them. He said that he was burned and was very uncomfortable. Finally, under the persuasion of my mother, my father put them on, showing the color of regret.

Although my brother and I have worked for many years, we have hardly been filial to our parents because our work places are all in other places. When I graduate from college, I want to work in my hometown, so that I can help my parents more. Father said, what's the point of being close to home? If I wanted to keep you around, I wouldn't let you go to school in the first place. Men aim in all directions. This is also an important reason why our brothers all choose to work in other places after graduation.

Farmers have always been proud of building houses on their own land, and my father is no exception, but he has never built a decent house after all. The three thatched houses where I was born were built by my parents in 1967. 1999 it rained heavily in my hometown, and the thatched cottage for more than 30 years was destroyed by rain, so my parents moved out of the thatched cottage and lived in the kitchen. Father built a straw shed next to the kitchen for the kitchen. At that time, the villagers said that my father could only build a shed, not a house. When my mother told me this, I was not ashamed. On the contrary, I admire my father more and am proud of him. I started studying on 1978. This generation, a peasant family in an extremely poor area, has five children, all of whom are studying. Although it is not necessarily unprecedented, it must be very rare. When my father sold bean sprouts, his stomach ached more seriously than before because he was overwhelmed. Riding a bicycle every day when collecting rags leads to prostatitis, and sometimes it hurts to fall on the car, but a little better, you have to do hard work that requires all the strength of generate. My father has never built a house to show off like other farmers in his life, or even had a good meal like other farmers. My father gave all his hard-earned money to his family and five children, and never regretted his infinite contribution. Father always said that it is his responsibility to train our brothers to learn to be human. I often think, if my father doesn't let us study like other farmers, will my fate be like my peers in the same village today, limping around to make a living?

My father is sixty-eight years old this year. He is as ordinary as wheat in Huaibei, seemingly mediocre. But he raised us with the money from selling bean sprouts and collecting junk, and provided every child with as many educational opportunities as possible. All five of us brothers are doing decent jobs now and living a much more decent life than our father. My brother got married last year and took his parents to Beijing to play. After living for more than ten days, my parents resolutely went back. He said it was easy to get lost in the city, and no one spoke, so he didn't want to delay everyone's work. On the night of leaving, my father said that since everyone is doing well, we should learn to cherish it, don't waste time, and read more books when we are free. Perhaps it is this simple concept that inspired him and his mother to pay great attention to their grandchildren's learning. My father used most of his life's sacrifice, struggle and struggle to shape a noble soul with perseverance and easy suffering.

I have always been proud of my parents, and my children are also proud of his grandparents. However, it is difficult for me to repay their kindness. My only hope is to be as calm as my father, be noble in character, be brave in sacrifice and have no regrets, and make my children proud of me. I can and am willing to do so. I think this is my father's hope and the best reward my father longs for. I believe my father will see it, just as he will see this article written by his son for him-for sure!