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Recently, I have made several friends because of business reasons, and the things of drinking tea and eating with each other are very frequent, so I talk casually after a long time. Once, several friends had dinner and chatted together. I talked about my old father as if drunk. One friend was very surprised. He said that my friends were not too few, but few people talked about my father when having dinner and chatting together. He said excitedly that he had lost his father since he was young, and it was his mother who brought him up. He said that once he was rising, her mother really spent a lot of efforts because of the tuition of several hundred yuan, seeing her mother’s embarrassed appearance, he tore up the Admission Notice. Later, his mother knew it, and mother held them together and cried loudly, later, I borrowed several neighbors to collect the tuition. He said he had no feeling of father’s love at all. I was afraid that he would recall the past and change the topic. My father is a middle school teacher, and he has retired at home. He is honest and responsible. To say that teaching is also a little famous in our local area, as early as when I just remembered, my father was my idol, he not only taught liberal arts and science well, but also wrote calligraphy well, especially good at subordination; I remember that when I was young, neighbors bought a lot of red paper every winter vacation and asked my father to write spring couplets for them, in the Spring Festival, every family was busy with the Spring Festival, and my mother was the only one who was busy with the family’s work. Because of the influence of my childhood, I also knew a little about calligraphy, and sometimes I wrote some graffiti when I was free. Every summer vacation, we went to the ground with father to clean up the several acres of responsibility fields. In the gap of Labor, father told us famous works such as “Three Kingdoms”, “Water Margin”, “A Dream of Red Mansions”, etc, we learned a lot from our father. My father is over 70 years old this year. Since his mother has passed away for more than ten years, he has been living a lonely life. We four siblings are not in front of him. His old man is accompanied by wine and tobacco all day long, occasionally, I helped my neighbor write wedding invitations and couplets, drank a few cups with some wine friends and book friends, and then went home. What accompanied him was that 29-inch color TV set and a pot of old wine. Speaking of this, I always feel guilty. After my mother passed away, many enthusiastic people introduced my wife to my father, but I didn’t accept my unforgettable love for my mother, it caused my father’s loneliness for the rest of his life. I am sorry for my father, but I feel more sorry for my mother. Maybe I really find a wife for my father, so that my mother can smile. I always feel that this is the guilt and guilt that I can never let go in my heart. From then on, I realized a truth that filial piety to the old is not the missing and unspeakable love that we have been pressing in our hearts, but how to make the old live happily and happily. My father’s health is worse than that of a year. I have discussed with my father several times to bring him to live in the city, but he is not willing. My father said, I am used to living in my hometown, there are also a few drinkers and friends who love calligraphy. When they arrive in the city, they don’t know a few people, which makes them more lonely. It is better to stay at home. Later, I asked my sister to discuss with him several times, but he still didn’t agree. Father is old. Once I came back home to see my old father, who was just catching up with his father and stood behind him. Looking from a distance, my father’s straight waist and light and healthy footsteps no longer existed, but he was more old, I shouted, my father turned around slowly, and then led me home slowly. When I went back to the old house where my father lived, my father was busy making tea for me. When I saw my father in front of me, a burst of tears flowed down. I saw his trembling hands covered with old people, there was a wisp of turbid water around the eyeballs, and the pronunciation was not so clear when speaking, with a little trill. I was silent a little, and then put the dishes I brought back into the plate one by one. My father took out a bottle of wine, and we drank a few cups of wine relatively slowly. When coming, I said to my father, we are not in front of you. You should pay attention to your health, drink less and smoke less. Father said: you have your career, don’t miss me, I will take good care of myself, besides, there are so many people in the family, your uncles often come to me to sit and lift water for me, you do your business. I was reluctant to leave my old father and the old house that made me happy and cry. I stepped on the car back. Sitting in the car, I thought for a long time. The old and the young are not good. My father is old indeed. The elegant demeanour of teaching and educating people in those years disappeared, and the smiling father was silent. Every night, under the kerosene lamp, he gave us four brothers and sisters lessons, the father who answered every question also made me a little unfamiliar. As the saying goes, it is a treasure to have old people in our family, which is not bad at all. We live in this world and care about children in the distance anytime and anywhere, the wife (husband) who cares about the business trip, the friends, classmates and comrades-in-arms who haven’t seen each other for many years; But each of us cares more about the elderly parents and their survival, it makes us have a permanent concern for our family; Although I have reached the age of knowing the destiny, every time I go back home, sit in front of my father, and pick up the glass, that kind of happy feeling often makes my eyes full of tears. Compared with my friend, I am not very happy!? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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