My father was born in a peasant family, but my grandfather did not farm, but worked as a shopkeeper in a big businessman in Qixian County. There are also photos of grandpa and his buddies at home when he was a shopkeeper. Therefore, when my father was young, his family was fairly well-off. Coupled with his eldest grandson's status, my father received a systematic school education. My grandfather had a close personal relationship with a famous old gentleman in Dongguan at that time, and my father was smart when he was young. Under the careful guidance of the old gentleman, my father wrote well and learned a lot.
My mother lives in the county town, and my grandfather had a good family when he was alive. Grandpa likes mom very much, too. Unfortunately, my grandfather died of illness when my mother was eight years old. My grandmother was weak and the wealth in the family was divided up by my grandfather's brothers and sisters. After being forced to marry by her grandmother, the young mother and her 12-year-old uncle lived alone, lived under the protection of others, had no food, and suffered all the hardships in the world. This experience has developed the mother's forbearance, introversion, stubbornness and tenacity. After liberation, my mother and uncle had a fixed residence. Mother also has the opportunity to learn, and she cherishes it. She studied hard, got excellent grades and was admitted to Taigu Health School. Unfortunately, because of the strict household registration control at that time, my mother lost the opportunity to attend the health school. After that, my mother worked as a kindergarten teacher and a hospital nurse, and then worked in the Third Bearing Factory of Shanxi Province in Qixian County. My mother was about twenty years old.
After a lot of work, my father also works in the county's means of production company. According to my mother, the two units are just a few steps away, on both sides of a road. Young parents were introduced, which was in the late 1950s. When I was young, my father was handsome and sunny, and it was love at first sight with my mother. My father took my mother to my grandmother's house on a borrowed bicycle. This year is a lifetime of dependence, knowing each other and staying together. My father still remembers an old story of that year, and his words are full of guilt. It turns out that when I got married, my mother said that she liked corduroy pants. As a result, my father searched all the shops in the county and went to Taigu, but he didn't buy enough corduroy for my mother to make a pair of pants. The mother who didn't wear corduroy trousers resolutely married her father.
After marriage, my parents lived in the county town for two or three years, during which my younger brother was born, and my little life flourished. Unfortunately, it caught up with the "six-two pressure" (1962, the state implemented a policy of vigorously compressing the urban population to solve economic difficulties), and parents were not included in the compression. At that time, my father was already a middle-level cadre and my mother was a city dweller. But there are elderly parents and young brothers in the countryside, and there is no one to support them. Father resolutely returned to the village. My uncle is determined not to let my mother go back to the village to farm and suffer. My mother did not hesitate to follow her father back to the poor family in the countryside and took up the responsibility of taking care of her in-laws and raising her brother-in-law.
When I was young, I opened my eyes in the morning and never saw my mother. She has come to the field against the morning dew. Late at night, I will see my mother dragging her tired body home. Memory of the mother, has always been ear-length short hair, with hair clips behind her ears, clothes are always gray, black and blue. Mom is always busy. Late at night, when I woke up, I found my mother knitting a sweater with soles under the dim oil lamp. At that time, I always wondered how there was inexhaustible energy in my mother's weak body. Then I finally understood.
After my father returned to the village, he started as a cadre in a small team or brigade. Compared with my mother, my father is not so busy in the field for so long. Father is busy with the important events in the village and deals with the parents' problems among the villagers. In my memory, many weddings and funerals in the village have my father's figure. Father helps villagers build houses, arranges farming, sends out mourning for the elderly, marries daughters and divides property. On New Year's Day, my father began to write Spring Festival couplets at his desk until New Year's Eve. During the Spring Festival, the streets in the village were full of powerful Chinese characters written by my father. At that time, the father belonged to the collective, and the mother really belonged to our family. Later, my father finally quit his job in the village and returned home. So, in the field, my father helped my mother sow seeds; Under the oil lamp, mother takes the sole and father twists the twine. That warmth is the eternal warmth in my heart!
When my father was young, he drank a lot and entertained a lot outside. He often comes home drunk. My father's wine is fine. He falls asleep when he is drunk and never makes a scene. Mother felt sorry for her father's drinking, but she repeatedly advised him not to change. She quarreled when she was angry, but she never used harsh words. My mother will call out my father's name, and my father will be flushed and silent. Among the sisters, my father has always been biased against me. Only I can make my father put down his glass while drinking. So, on the wine table, when my father was heroic and didn't give up after drinking a few more glasses of water, I would show up at the right time, say "Dad", put down my raised glass, and then go home with me, completely ignoring the laughter behind me.
My father was seriously ill in his forties, and the diagnosis given by the county hospital was ascites due to cirrhosis. At that time, my grandfather died, my grandmother was old, my uncle just got married, my brother just came of age, and the rest of the children were still young. The sky of the whole family is about to collapse, and it is my mother who straightened her back and supported her. Fortunately, a distant relative of my mother works in a famous military hospital in Taiyuan. My mother endured the pain of carsickness and went to Taiyuan to see a doctor with my father. The expert consultation in the military hospital produced exciting results. My father has just suffered from severe nephritis. After several days of treatment, he brought back some medicines. Father finally recovered, and the cloud hanging over the family cleared away. At that time, mother was our day, and she taught us to face the hardships of life bravely with strength.
In the eyes of villagers, parents' education of our brothers and sisters is very different. As intellectuals of their peers, they have a gentle temperament. Our family is democratic, and our parents never impose their will on us. Our family education is gentle and drizzling, with little scolding and no beating. I am the most stubborn brother and sister, and also the weakest one. Naturally, I get the most care from my parents. But once I angered my mother and got the only beating in my life. This is a season when green apricots hang branches. My friends and I sneaked into the apricot garden in the neighboring village and picked many green apricots to go home. I excitedly presented a treasure to my mother and wanted to invite her to try it. Mother was furious and turned blue, and knocked out the apricots with one hand. I dare not do it again. Our brother and sister grew up under the care of their parents, rich or expensive, but virtuous.
Now, decades have passed, our brother and sister have got married, and the younger generation has grown up. Parents are old. My father is over eighty and my mother is over seventy. Fortunately, my parents are in good health, and even colds are rare. This is a blessing for our future generations. The only regret is that my mother got leg disease because of her early work, and the pain was unbearable when the seasons changed or the weather changed. My mother is persistent. She always walks with pain and seldom shows the color of pain in front of us. Taking a few painkillers is really unbearable. Due to years of accumulation, mother's leg disease can't be cured by modern medicine. Father's legs and feet are very flexible. He is as fast as a fly. Therefore, the father is the mother's leg. My father doesn't trust my mother to go out alone. She always accompanies me. Go out for a long time, then go to each other and go home together. Every night, my father has a lesson that cannot be shaken. Before going to bed, soak a pot of hot water to iron mom's feet. After lying down, help mom rub her legs. When taking medicine, my father will pour water early, count the pills and put them in my mother's hand. My father's hearing declines when he is old, but my mother's ears are bright and clear, so my mother is my father's ears and conveys the language to my father in her way.
When my father was a child, he had to install false teeth because he loved sweets and had bad teeth. Dentures are definitely not as neat as real teeth, and complaints are inevitable. Mother carefully chopped up all the unpalatable food, including fruits and vegetables. Every time I go home, I always see my mother chop up my father's favorite dishes with her own hands, and we don't need help, for fear that we don't have enough patience, and the cooking is not small enough or fine enough.
My mother had a serious illness a few years ago and had a slight hemorrhage in her brain. Although there was not much bleeding, the doctor said it was only the size of a grain of rice, but the bleeding site just oppressed the swallowing function. My mother was hospitalized for 2 1 day, and my father found 2 1 day in the village. I have been married for decades, and I have been separated for so long for the first time. My father's anxiety can be imagined. At that time, my father took my hand in tears, and my old hand could not help shaking. I understand my father's wishes. I held his hand tightly and swore to him that I would return him to a healthy mother. As far as I can remember, my father only shed tears twice. My grandmother died for the first time, and this is the second time. Mother finally overcame the disease with strong will. On the day of discharge, my father looked out at the entrance of the village early. After returning home, my father's eyes kept staring at my mother, and my elderly mother blushed. We jokingly asked if we suspected that a piece of meat had fallen from our mother. Father finally looked away in embarrassment. At that moment, we were speechless. After leaving the hospital, my mother recovered quickly under the careful care of her father. Old father seems to take the credit for telling us. How did I serve your mother? Mom gave dad a white look to see if you could. Everyone laughed.
Father loves fashion and will not change when he is old. During the Spring Festival, my father wore a pair of jeans, a leather jacket, black oxhide shoes and sparse, gray hair on his head, just covering his bald scalp. What a smart and fashionable old gentleman! The younger generation can't help but marvel at their father's dress, and even call him "sunshine handsome boy"! Father's ruddy face is full of pride. Mother, on the other hand, is simple and doesn't wear a little fancy clothes. In recent years, it takes more time to figure out the wishes of the elderly when buying clothes for my mother. She likes her father's fashion dress very much. When his father makes his fashion appearance, she will appreciate it with the younger generation.
After careful calculation, my parents have worked together for 58 years, but their temperaments are quite different.
Father's enthusiasm is like fire, mother's warmth is like jade; Father's personality is flamboyant, and mother's personality is introverted; Father is lively and active, mother is quiet and virtuous; The father is open-minded and the mother is considerate; Father is resolute, mother is stubborn and forbearing; My father loves fashion and my mother is unpretentious. These two people even have completely different dietary hobbies. Old father likes sweet, old mother likes salty; Old father likes soft mother likes hard; The old father is so dirty and the old mother is so light. In this way, two people with different feelings, with respect and love, have gone through nearly a Jia marriage. Perhaps, this is the supplement to marriage!
Now I always get together with my sisters when I go home on weekends. Play poker with my parents, chat about home, and taste the food cooked by my old mother. At night, sleeping on a heatable adobe sleeping platform for decades, listening to the distant stories told by my old mother and listening to my old father's even breathing, is an unspeakable enjoyment!
Parents are here, and home is here!