In the dream, he was so young, lively and handsome. It was the same as I remembered my father when I was a child. He was rosy-cheeked, and with a smile on his face. I know that my father is a smoker, and his teeth have long been smoked by tobacco into a yellow color, even with a little dark black. However, in last night's dream, when he smiled, the teeth of that mouth is especially white, as white as snow, as white as the shirt my mother washed for me when I was a child, as white as the bun my father bought me when I was a child. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. It was like a stream without any pollution, like a peach blossom in March, and more like a bowl of fragrant rice wine. I forget the reality of my father's age, forget his thin old face full of white beard, forget his sedentary get up when the sound of heavy as iron "alas", forget his walking breathless look. I forgot that I was in a dream ......
At the time, I was learning to dance. I had never danced before. Neither had my father. I didn't think I had the talent for it. Because I came from a poor background, I didn't have access to dance; and, of course, my mother and father didn't pass on that gene to me. I once saw a square dance danced by older women. It was the simplest dance, wasn't it? And I couldn't remember more than three steps. So, I was convinced that I had no talent for dancing. At this point in time, I was dancing in a state of disarray. Father laughed. He laughed in such a lovely, affectionate way. I shyly said, "How to dance is not right ah, too difficult." My father then came over and said with a smile, "It's not that kind of jumping, don't look at your feet, just jump how you want. Follow your heart! Come, watch me dance." Then he danced to me. My father danced the tap dance. With his hands behind his back and his back straight, my father swished and danced. My father's feet are dexterous and light, and his steps are smooth and natural, such as the spring breeze of the Peach Orchard, like the autumn knife of the Xiangjiang River to catch the flowing water! Sometimes the wind and rain is as strong as thousands of horses, sometimes heaven and earth with the breath of quiet like the immortal mountain to listen to the spring. I even doubt that even the two famous Hollywood dancers, Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, can't dance like my father. My father's dance is full of confidence, determination, stubbornness, and his strong bones. Just like his hard and stubborn life. Of course, there is also a kind of "poor joy" from poverty.
I no longer recognize this is my father, or which handsome dance teacher. The deep gaze, dignified smile, fit body, wearing flowers like dance, I have never seen, not to mention in his one my father. My father, at this time has been just like a young dance master, expert!
My father has always been the almighty great father in my heart. He turned a penniless home into a brick house, then into a red brick house, then into a three-story house. The four ignorant children into a knowledgeable young man, telling them that they must be down-to-earth. Turning my mother's lifelong nagging into a witty little story. My son, who had studied electronics, didn't know anything about electrical circuits, but he was able to install his own circuits and repair simple appliances. I do not understand the truth, but he can open his mouth to teach. I don't like to make friends with small people, but he can make friends with people from all walks of life. Last night's dream convinced me that my father is omnipotent, great, and also a genius, dancing genius!
Unfortunately, my father is old, sickly, and starting to have heart problems! And I am one of the worst causes of his illness!
Last night, after writing the above paragraph, it was already past one in the morning. I put down the phone, ready to sleep. However, it took a long time to fall asleep. My mind was filled with my father's . . look. Last year when I went home for New Year's Eve, I witnessed the vicissitudes of my father's frail appearance. Although it was already March. And March in Guangdong began to heat up. And at this time, there was a sudden chill in my heart. I think, that is from the father's winter. I realized that I was afraid to sleep. I was afraid that my father would come into my dreams again. I was afraid that I would not see my young and robust father in my dreams. I am afraid to hear my father's one-song mountain song again in my dream ...... I don't know when I fell asleep. As soon as I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream from last night. In the dream, my father was wearing three faded, earth-colored clothes and was building a house for a family. I noticed that the beard on his face was not white, it was green and dark, like the mountains in June. I happened to pass by his construction site on my way home from school.
"Dad, are you going back for dinner?"
"You go back first!"
My father threw the key over to me. It was the key to our house. Father was now handing it over to me.
"Is that a hint of something?" I thought this to the ceiling of my dormitory when I got up.