That autumn evening, I again on the road after school provoked the dry forest

All right! I admit, when I was a child, I was a naughty boy, fighting as if it was my daily routine, not eat a day hungry panic.

That autumn evening, I again on the road after school provoked the dry forest. Dry Lin a head taller than me, often bullying class boys and village girls, I would like to find him a fight. I deliberately picked up a stone and threw it from behind. War is on the trigger. Dry forest, this precocious labor, he needs a real war more than I do, and in a real war to establish their status and prestige. That time, I ate a big loss in my own provocation, my lips were bleeding, my teeth dropped two, my arms and my back were bruised a lot ... The martial forest took me as a test ground, he put his kung fu all out, if not a good old man to block, that dusk, dry Lin must become a murderer.

When I got home, it was dark. This time, I was disappointed that the father finally flew into a rage, he got ready mop, waved to me, although I was injured but the response is agile, only a flash, the father's mop was waved to the sky. Father's anger is more fierce, he rushed over, I again agile door, fled into the Tian fan. Father furious footsteps have been chasing behind me, but at that time father after all has at, and grow puffiness, so has not chased me. I thought, father probably just do look, frighten me, who know father unexpectedly not to reach the goal, he has been chasing two or three miles. The thick ink of the night, I finally learned the father's stubborn, now think, at this point, I and father how similar-violent, stubborn, bigotry.

After running two or three miles, the foot has not been familiar with the road, but the father is still chasing after him, he is breathing heavily, like the cow in the snorting, this is obviously from the chest eruption of the voice, suddenly knocked me down, I stay in place, waiting for the father's angry mop. Catching up with the father did swing over, mop the wind in the night, a dull sound. Silent Night, this dull sound like the ground thunder, the father stunned, he stopped, seems to want to touch me, the hand stopped in the half-empty, tempted, mouth shouting my nickname. The place where we stood was an irrigation ditch, and the father of temptation suddenly lost his balance, and he staggered and plunged in. The water in the canal was about a waist deep, and I heard my father struggling in the water, like a cow, splashing in my mouth. My brain was blank, and I didn't reach for my father from beginning to finish. After the drowning father struggled in the long despair, he did not fall into an irrigation ditch, but fell into the twilight years. The near misses experience was less than 10 minutes in my concept of time, but in my father's life it was like most of the years.

Finally, the father finally climbed up, I can feel the father's trembling, he alone turned on the road home, and even the mop did not want. I walked silently behind my father, and the little heart almost popped out. Walking to the village, I heard the father's sobs, he suppressed, hoarse and old, like a broken rag, swept by the wind in the air. This is the first time I heard the cry of my father, after a long time my mother told me, father this life, only a limited number of times, every time, because of the loss of a loved one. Today, the father's sobs are more than despair, more than heartache, more is actually lost.

After that autumn night, my father never punished me, even if there were only two of us in the house, and he would never speak to me, he would not even ask me about my studies, as if I was just an eyesore at home, but there was, of course, nothing. Also since then, the father fell in love with mahjong, he almost all the time, all spent on the Mahjong table. He gambled almost day and night, and Donglin's father, overnight, became a famous gambler. At that time, the father just stood on the threshold of 50 years old, but the 50-year-old father has temples Gray, he in a person's years premature aging, as if the world's wounds, all bear on his shoulder. The dim years, father like a escaped from the cave of the wounded beast, he can only lurk on the Mahjong table, heal his deep wounds. At that time, no one understood the father's wager, in the Village People's conversation, the father is an incurable crazy gamblers.

Two

In the torrent of time, we always grow up. I seem to grow up overnight, no more active accident, if people do not make me, I will not prisoners. However, my father did not seem to realize my change, he still did not speak to me, and seldom take the initiative to see my report card.

Father to the love of the * * *, finally dragged down the solid family, after a few years, every year on New Year's Eve, have creditors to shoot my house door. I remember clearly that one year on New Year's Eve, a child in the village, my primary school classmate, unexpectedly also became a father's creditor. He patted the table loudly, shouted at his father, and even called his father's name! And father, just a drooping head, like a child who made a mistake, never utter a single words. This is a scene of the anxious, let me ashamed. After a short silence, I finally rushed up, holding the bench in my hand. In the father's consternation and mother's scream, the small creditor fortunately escaped a robbery, he was far away from me, slowly withdrew from my home back door.

The New Year's Eve night, the family is always filled with the atmosphere of sadness, Father's mind heavy. The whole banquet, the father's eye is always red, he scribbled to end his dinner, the party has not yet begun, the father alone climbed the bed. This is the only one in our family without mahjong sound New Year's Eve, the father in this way, proclaimed the end of an era. He even had the meaning of hardships, Dmitri Trenin, however, when the father is old, he has been unable to self-reliance, as for the money to pay debts, he is powerless!

The poor family is surrounded by my long youth, from middle school to high school, then to university, my tuition has been the biggest dilemma the father had to crack.

In those years, my father actually owed a lot of debt outside, I do not know, has been in my work 5 years later, the father still owes a friend of Guichi 2000 yuan. This seems to be Father's last stroke, and then the father, already 65 years old! Father's later life, has been in debt to live, I can not imagine such a day, if the father replaced me, I do not know if I can still be like father, broad-minded and optimistic-the father of old age finally Zen through the world, he used his dignity of the rest of the afterlife, make up for the mother and we owe, father did do, In the long and miserable time, he finally slowly defeated himself! I do not know where the father's motivation came from, the New Year's Eve, or because I finally admitted to the university? Or is there a combination of both?

For many years I had never asked my father-I believe that it must be a secret of my father, and my father would not want to mention it again.

Three

But I deeply love the father of the rest of his life, the rest of his suffering, showing the world of devastating and cold, I have not bear to narrate.

The father of old age is still taciturn, occasionally invited, also will be on Mahjong table briefly sit, if lose more than 10 yuan, will long remorse and heartache. Once, I went to see my father, he is playing mahjong in the community, and he played against, is 3 age as if Hefei granny. The father's card was very cautious, and he called out, and then took it back again, and then took it again, and hesitated for a moment, and brought it back. It's almost a cheat! Father is afraid of others to open his cards, his old heart, can't stand others to dig his purse. The 75-year-old country old man has been poor afraid, he and these old ladies playing cards the sole purpose is to think these old ladies skill is inferior to person, moreover because, also only these old lady who spend time, can endure his again again "cheat".

Long time, finally erode my fear of the father, and I, also have a wife and children, become a husband and father. I finally sensed the kind of affection flowing in the veins, it is a kind of sheshengwangsi, desperate power. My father is still dismissive of my grades, I don't say, he doesn't ask. He cares more about my work, my body, and my family and children. In his father's view, these are the basic men, and the others, are ephemeral. Every time with his father to eat, he will always try to tell me some of the truth of things, he told me not to be proud, not to the subordinates easily angry, not to the leadership of the decision to raise any question lightly, not to be in accordance with their own personality to treat every thing in the work ... The father is undoubtedly right, he will his more than 10 years of suffering, a trickle of infiltration to his son. It made me feel that the father of old age returned to life, he suddenly returned to decades ago, still so strict, still so stubborn, and I, is still the easy to loose the disobedient pupils.

The father of the world, in fact, is basically similar, they love their children, hope that their children can all-round to surpass themselves. And my father, his demands on his children were too harsh, even to hurt himself.

However, I was so deeply in love with him--his harsh, silent, dreary, and the years as deep as the bitter!

That autumn evening, I again on the road after school provoked the dry forest