When you travel to Indonesia, you will know that you will spend the Spring Festival in a foreign country on 20 19. With the growth of age, the temples have been frosted, and there is no concept of festivals, but the love between relatives is getting stronger and stronger.

Walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, you will see mountains and flowing water.

The older you get, the easier it is to be nostalgic and miss your deceased relatives.

I can't help thinking of a gift my father gave me more than twenty years ago.

I can't help thinking about it, and my clothes are wet with tears.

In addition to dealing with land, my father has been dealing with wood all his life. He inherited the carpentry skills of his ancestors, and he got along with and knew not only the villagers but also the workers on the construction site all his life. Don't know much about words, do things for people.

That year, the college entrance examination, I repeat a year later, the results are still not ideal. I saw the advertisement of Beijing Hanjian Group's enrollment training on TV, and I told my dad about it. My father insisted that my brother go to Beijing to see the school facilities and teachers.

After I came back from Beijing, I said that my school was not ideal, so I gave up.

During that time, I was unhappy and unhappy. My father looked at me every day, silent, shaking his head and sighing.

It's sultry at night, and the family is sitting in the yard. My father broke the silence.

"Second, going to college is a lifetime thing. Be reasonable. We can't wait. Find someone, invest in relationships, maybe children can go to a good school. " My father looked at my mother and made up his mind to say, "You prepare some money for me. I want to take my brother's new book to Zhengzhou. "

The loofah seedlings in the yard have turned yellow, and the leaves are swaying gently in the wind, making a noise.

Mother's eyes flashed with doubt and asked, "Who are you looking for in Zhengzhou?" We don't know anyone and there is no official in the door. "

My father thought about it and said slowly, "My brother knows a deputy director of the provincial admissions office, and he met him on the train. When they left, they left him a note saying that if they needed any help, they would go to him. The director's hometown is Leikou Xidian, surnamed Niu. "

Mother sighed and said helplessly, "it's a waste of time to earn money, but people don't know if they want it." It's better to let go of the money. "

"Have to give it a try. What if a blind cat meets a dead mouse? How do you know until you try? I've never asked anyone in my life, and going to school the next year put this old face at risk. " Father coughed and said simply.

"alas! Making money is very troublesome, I don't know how hard it is. The living expenses at home are not much, and there are thousands of dollars. Two! It would be nice to be angry. " Mom looked at me and said with a little disappointment.

The father looked at his mother and raised his voice and said, "The child tried his best." He gave me a look and went on to say; "It is a big deal for children to go to school. There is no time to delay. Besides, what is money? Always remember that people are clowns. What's the use of asking for money when people are gone? I will also go to the construction site to suffer! What are you afraid of? One thousand dollars, that is, two months' salary. Nothing! "

After listening to my father's words, I felt sad and rushed up like the tide.

Tears swirled in my eyes, but I didn't know what to say.

I can't help thinking of seeing my father on the construction site of Xiaowu Village in Anyang.

Father with a wrinkled face, gray hair shining brightly in the sun. He is thin, shoveling dust for Brother Hejun and wearing a blue autumn dress with worn cuffs. At that time, my father's salary was only twenty dollars a day.

In my sophomore year, in order to let the teacher take care of me more, my father asked me to take him to the head teacher's house secretly after the head teacher held a parent-teacher meeting.

Father fumbled out 200 yuan from the pocket of sticking meat and stuffed it into the hand of the class teacher. The head teacher declined several times and said some dignified words to his father with a smile.

When I came out, I blamed my father, "Why should I give money to the teacher?"

Father took a slow breath and said; "Money is not much, more or less, always use! It doesn't hurt that teachers can take care of us more! "

I will never forget my father's gift. I am so humble that a plowman said such kind words.

I still remember that when my nose is sour, tears will come to my eyes.

The next morning, at dawn, my father got up early, took the money given by his mother, strolled in the moonlight like egg white, went to town with my new uncle and got on the bus to Zhengzhou.

The lens appeared before my eyes like a montage.

Two and a half hundred old people got on the bus and bumped all the way. In the car, my father half squinted as if he were sleeping.

At the station, two old people, in the scorching sun, were reluctant to drink. Take the note in your hand and ask as you walk.

Stumbling on the bus, thirsty, sweat shining down my cheeks.

Zhengzhou, so big, looking for someone with a note address is like looking for a needle in a haystack. This is hard talk!

When they arrived, the two men discussed shopping.

I bought something very expensive for fear of being found as a gift. Finally, the two men discussed and bought a big watermelon, like relatives in their hometown, and entered the door of Director Niu's house.

I was greeted when I entered the room. Leave the watermelon, take out the money, and put it into Director Niu's hand. A symbolic refusal, director Niu accepted.

After accepting it, the two old people left me and the college entrance examination information.

No long stop, five minutes! For my father, this is the hardest five minutes of my life.

For the sake of his son's future, he once again bent down the stubborn waist of the cultivator.

Out of the door, two people breathed a sigh of relief.

I hurried to the long-distance bus station before I had lunch.

It was already evening when my father and Shu Xin came home. Mom had put on makeup and the rolling pin began to ring on the chopping board. Mother asked about the situation while rolling the noodles. The egg gravy has long been fried. They seemed very hungry. They ate two bowls of noodles and drank noodle soup before telling their mother in detail.

Shu Xin uncle said; "The old sister-in-law rolled noodles are delicious! Enough to eat and drink! The money was accepted, and the child's information was left. Things can be done, there is a play! Let's wait for the letter! "

Two weeks later, both families received letters. There is a thousand dollars in the letter.

When I was a child, I left anyang normal University and went to Anyang University, ten miles away from normal school. The difference is that primary schools are provincial institutions, while Anyang University is only a local institution.

My score is on the promotion line, and anyone who is on the promotion line can be admitted to this school.

My father sent me to school. Carry my bedroll all the way.

"Anyway, you went to college. There should be movies in the village. After all, there are college students in our school. "

I failed my father's affection, but in his eyes, I will always be his pride. Father often talks about one thing. There is an 80-year-old nurse in the village, and her son is over 50, who works in the village. In the evening, the old nurse went to the village to wait. Everyone asked, "Why didn't my pile come back? Did you get a look at him? People in their fifties are still thinking about being mothers. In the eyes of parents, no matter how old they are, they are all children. " Father said affectionately. I saw such a picture before my eyes. The sunset at the entrance of the village, the sunset glow burned the sky red. Old milk, gray hair, wrapped in leggings, leaning on a pillar, shaking all over, weighing his feet, looking at his son from time to time. I have seen through my eyes, but I haven't seen my son come back yet. When my father spoke, I turned my back and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.

After listening to my father's words, tears welled up in my eyes.

My father has been dead for almost three years. My son is half a head taller than me. My father often teaches me: "I don't know how to repay my mother if I don't adopt a child!" " "Until now, I really realized that it is not easy to be a father.

I want to use this article to commemorate my heavenly father!