In the eyes of many people, my father is a difficult person to approach, dark face is full of folliculitis due to the birth of pimples and pits, coupled with a pair of sword eyebrow, not angry and mighty; but also because of the temperament of the strong, straight and more than a group of righteousness. In fact, when my father was young, he was very handsome. Our family photo album, there is a photo of him when he was young, wearing a black material Zhongshan suit, combed neatly parted hair, behind the Tiananmen Square, really is the majestic hair. Even in the many photos of him in his rough overalls, with his fellow workers, my father was the most handsome of them all. When my mother was young, she wore a long thick black braid, that small side photo, smiling brightly and classically, than their contemporaries revered Li Tiemei, with today's aesthetics, I do not know how many times more beautiful. At that time, my father was an officer in the personnel section of the factory, and my mother was a typist in the office. Father more than once talked about when he was young and lent to the Ministry of Petroleum, his bead calculator, in the peer group is very famous. At that time, there was no calculator, not to mention computers, data statistics rely on the abacus. Even in his later years, his father's oral calculations were fast and accurate, and young people could not keep up. I think the photo of him in front of Tiananmen Square was taken when he was working in Beijing. Later, when he was ready to stay there, he shrugged off the fact that his old mother needed care and insisted on coming back. My father was indeed a filial son. My grandfather passed away in his thirties, and it was my grandmother who brought him up. But I think my father made that choice for love. They weren't married at the time, and love requires sacrifice.
Mother talked about her love for her father, but only one detail, they went to labor together with the authorities, and when they got off the big truck, her father, who was usually very reserved, hugged her down. That scene is not difficult to imagine, the mountains are full of flowers, a few liberation cars from the dusty mountain roads, parked in front of the foothills, a group of young people wearing blue uniforms, from the car trunk threw down shovels, pickaxes, hammers and other tools of labor, laughing and jumping down from the trunk, the sunshine to their young faces, reflecting the exceptionally rosy. I think my parents, in that group of young people, like Guo Jing and Huang Rong in martial arts, wherever they go, will attract envious stares.
In fact, my parents' decades-long marriage was always enviable among their peers. They also cherished it. In retrospect, my parents were always, in today's parlance, fashionistas in their time. Again, they had no family, but they were able to start from scratch and live a prosperous life, with a new look every year. Father screwed the spring with steel wire, made the first pair of sofas on the whole street; he used planes, chisels, saws, axes, played the most legs at that time, the most fashionable full set of furniture, then working in Langfang uncle, begged him to play the closet, transported by car, in the local caused a sensation, the neighbors have to emulate that new style, but just can not figure out how that rolling door is designed; he ran all over the city's hardware stores, with a He ran around the city hardware store, with a circuit diagram, installed the first 14-inch tube TV, every night to watch TV at home, the neighbors, the home became like a small theater; he also put the black and white wedding photos, enlargement, coloring, hanging on the wall, when the friends to the home, thought it was from the handwriting of the big photo gallery it. In their own work, they are always excellent, has been the unit leader, good reputation, respected, in the "Fushun Petroleum Three Factory" and "People's Journal", recorded their work performance. The love between parents is indeed deep and enduring. And yet I felt in it the power of destiny in life itself.
Their favorite thing to talk to me about during their lifetime was topics related to my birth. According to my mother, her due date was earlier than Auntie Zhu, and I grew up with a bare bottom Aidong, but early birth, and I seemed to be waiting for something, until I came to the hospital where my old partner worked, only in the lunar calendar at noon on the day of the eighth day of the month of April, walked into the world - I was born on the station. For this reason, my mother had a strong heart and used oxygen. There were a dozen newborns in that big maternity ward that day, and I was the only boy. At that time, Aidong had been born for three days. More than twenty years later, he married early and then through his wife, Bi, introduced her classmate to me as my constant companion. I spent more time in my mother's womb, perhaps enamored of her warmth and the joy of swimming in amniotic fluid, and learned to swim at the same time as him, better and faster than he did. Then he went to Shanghai, and when I had the chance to go there too, I asked my mother's opinion - my father had already passed away by that time - and, seeing her reluctance to leave Fushun, I was discouraged from leaving Fushun. In hindsight, such a decision contained the same force of predestination, asking me to stay with my mom in her last moments to the end, to pay back for the torment I had inflicted on her at my birth.
The body seems to have been very tough old man, did not want to hide such a big disease, do children really feel very guilty. 2009 from the first day of the month to fifteen, the old man is in the hospital, the pre-check went to three hospitals, from the sixth day of the month to live in the second hospital of the Medical University. Hospitalized more than half a month, I do not know how to come over, sister and sister's mood has been fluctuating, but in front of mom, are going to try not to leave traces, comfort her after surgery, everything will be fine. From the pre-op checkup, mom hadn't eaten much, and with enemas and only a small amount of fluids allowed, the foot-long S-shaped incision was like a scratch on us - any more nutrient fluids would have seemed insignificant. The hospital first refused to allow the use of those albumin, for fear of quality problems, and only after signing a guarantee did they agree to do so. In my sleep, I can still vaguely see that hospital building, in the midnight hours with dim lights - I often in the mother asleep, to go to the elevator entrance of the fan-shaped corridor to smoke. Looking out from there, the night in Shenyang was pale, and the lights on the star-studded high-rise buildings, like metal filaments welded together and full, reminded me of those lumps in my mother's abdomen. I had come into the world from there, less than forty years ago, and there it was in crisis, all the flowers withered and faded - the source of our life, so fragile.
After my mother was discharged from the hospital, every day at noon, I still went to her place to sit as usual, my sister and my sister took good care of my mother's living and drinking, and my mother's spirit was also very good, and her face was much rosier. I really hoped that all this was just a dream and everything was as usual. But six months later, I had to go to the city tumor hospital to accompany my mom for chemotherapy. Mom's condition rebounded and became more and more powerful, and there was an abdominal fluid released once, which was as much as 7 bottles. Go to the provincial oncology and other major hospitals to consult experts, chemotherapy is the last resort. Sister from Shenyang to get those Chinese medicine, not much efficacy, had to tell her real condition. Mom than we thought to be a lot of strong, remove know the truth of the night sleep is not very stable, then frankly face the reality. Another year passed, more than the doctor said could only last half a year, this year, mom's perseverance and our efforts, from the hands of the grim reaper to fight for time. To the last two months, the old man has been 24 hours away from people, drink some thin, but also to vomit on a long time, water is difficult to swallow, all rely on fluids to maintain strength, people thin into a bone, very much like the father seven years ago in the summer. Fortunately, the sanity has been very clear, gradually can not survive. Mom passed away at the last moment, tightly pulling my hand, using the last bit of strength to say: you are my only son, call mom. When I heard my shout, I never said a word again and passed away soon after.
Mother's departure, purely the entanglement of the disease? Mother was always very strong. Shortly after his father retired, he became terminally ill, and his mother stayed by his side without complaint, taking care of everything for two long years. As a son, I myself was in my thirties at the time, but I was very unintelligent and only obsessed by my own ideas that were out of bounds. It was as if I could rely on my mother for everything, and I only took care of my father when he had to go to the hospital, but the rest of the time my mother was the one who took care of him. In the summer of the SARS epidemic, my father passed away. I wrote a tribute called "Farewell at Thirty-five and Two Poems", and it seemed that I understood things all of a sudden. My mother became my greatest spiritual comfort, and I went to see her as soon as I was free, and I went to sit there after lunch, and I also said to many of my friends that it was important to fulfill one's filial piety before it was too late. At that time, I also felt that my mom was recovering quickly from my father's injury, and every morning she went downstairs to dance with a sword, and in the evening she went to the small square to dance fitness. Especially when I saw that the heating in the place where my mother lived was not good, my sister and I mobilized her to sell the old house and buy a new one. In the formalities, we all gave up the right of inheritance, so that her old man in the second year as scheduled to move to a spacious and bright new home; living environment is more and more comfortable, we encourage her to try to go to the distraction, this year, climb the Great Wall, next year on the Emei, every year to go to a place, as long as she is happy - but it seems that love is really a heavenly will, earthly But it seems that love really has a heavenly will, and earthly comforts can't stop the ties that bind us to the other world. I still remember asking my parents why they set my wedding date for that day in early winter, instead of March or autumn. My father smiled and glanced at my mother, who smiled knowingly and did not answer. Later, it dawned on me that that day was my mother's birthday.
One morning when my mother was critically ill, she told me soberly, "The day your grandmother left was June 10th, the day your father left was July 7th, and I'm leaving soon." The day my mom died was on June 10th, seven years after my father's resignation. Perhaps during these seven years, whenever it was late at night, she would look at the moon in the sky and silently recite those two lines of Bai Le Tian's poem: The Palace of Eternal Life on the seventh day of the seventh month, and this hatred has no expiration date. Mother was eager to see father before the Dragon Boat Festival, a seven years of longing, since then there is no more July 7th lamentation. Now, they can finally hold hands on top of the Dragon Mountain, reliving their love of mountain flowers.