The night rain silently evoked deep thoughts. The rain in July in the southern country, always come silently, in the night appears so gentle and dismal, but also can always evoke a lot of people's reverie. Tonight's rain is no different from the past. Tiny raindrops softly knocked on the glass window, washing the bustling metropolis, cleaning all the dust between heaven and earth. The night is deepening, when with a tired walk off the bus, alone into the night rain, only to feel themselves out of the hustle and bustle, to experience a rare cool. Trotting around, all the way forward, running to the direction of the home between the buildings. In the drizzle, look around, spacious neighborhoods, the weak street lamps illuminating the way back. Without the old square dance in the crowd's restlessness and the noise of the music, seems quiet and depressed. Pick up the steps, stepped on the narrow tunnel. Walking between the flowers and plants, there will be pedestrians passing by from time to time, traveling in a hurry .......
At this moment, in the rain, the lonely figure is surrounded by the night rain, carelessly admiring the scenery in the rain, enjoying the tranquility of a person's world. "Dad, this rain is so cool! It's so fun, hurry up, mom is waiting for us to eat at home!" Under the sullen rain, a tender child's voice came into the ear drums. Immediately, a small figure into the eyes, a smoke-like run out of the winding pathway tunnel, almost and I collided. Gazing closely, it was a child of about seven or eight years of age, who darted in the drizzle and laughed merrily, his clear voice with a hint of childishness and innocence. "Slow down, be careful, don't fall! Come over here, hold your umbrella, or you'll get sick if you get wet!" Behind him came the sound of his father's solid footsteps, that magnetic `voice' with a tone of love and rancor. "It's okay, dad, this rain is so cool and fun!" The child was still laughing and giggling, not in the least stopped by his father`s scolding, he was enjoying the fun and childishness. "Come on, come here, it's raining hard and the road is slippery, it's better to let dad carry you!" The father quickly caught up with his son, pulled him down and carried him on his back. "Dad, your shoulders are really warm! Hee hee ...... Hee hee ......" The child laughed, pressing his face against his father's warmth-filled spine, his clear watery eyes carrying an incomparable warmth. Looking at this affectionate father and son, a warm current surged inside, and a hint of sourness swirled in the bottom of his heart.
This scene actually reminds me of a scene from my childhood with my father. It was also in a rainy season, my father, in the torrential rain, stepped on the muddy and rugged path, in the ridge countless times fell down and climbed up, to look for digging wild vegetables and lost me and my fifth sister. In the pouring rain, we were lost, hugging each other tightly, shivering and crying in fear, perhaps it was an unspeakable confusion and despair! "Father, we are here, so scared ......" In the heavy rain, listening to the father's anxious cries and reproaches, constantly into the ears, and even surprise abnormal. "It's raining and you still don't know to go home? How are you guys so disobedient? See how I'll clean you up when I get home?" Father's drenched figure came in front of us, the harsh rebuke made us shudder, but also felt the surprise after the confusion. Looking at the timid me, my father did not say anything, slowly crouched down and carried me on his back. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my father was not so harsh and unreasonable as I remembered. Those thin shoulders made me feel the warmth of the real. The rain got heavier and heavier, and my father nearly slipped in the mud, but still held my legs firmly, afraid that I would fall off his back. At that moment, lying on my father's shoulders, I could feel the thinness of my father's body, the difficulty of breathing, and the strain of his carrying me. The angular cheeks, revealing love and vicissitudes of life, and in front of this pair of father and son is so similar, the same face of love, full of warmth of the father, is not this caring for the children? However, upon closer examination, the father is different from this young father. The thin shoulders, the back crushed by labor, the suffering, the experience of all the vicissitudes, how can be compared with the father in front of me? Things are not the same, the dead forever, once painstakingly raised my father, the father who gave me the true love of mankind, the father of integrity and goodness, the father who let me haunt my soul, where is he now? Leaving himself only thoughts and sadness. Looking at the father and son in front of me, face overflowing happiness, a fog rising in front of me, can not tell whether it is rain or tears ......
Contained in the pain you carry too many hardships. I remember when I was a child, my father was always especially caring for me. Perhaps because of the premature death of my mother, or I took the place of my sister, all let my father love. In my remaining memories, my father was always the busiest, he would not rest for a moment, and always had endless work to do. Maybe he knows that we can survive he is the most at ease, running around busy suffering and tired and what is it? In the spring, when the green and yellow does not come, my father always took pickles to the ground, on the dry cornmeal cakes, drinking bitter well water; summer, my father in the hot sun, up early and late running in the fields, serving the few rows of thin fields, not a moment to delay; in the fall, my father got up early, with frost and flowers on the ground, wearing twilight home, in order for us to survive the harvest of hope; winter, my father got up at midnight to make tofu, braved the winter, and then went to the field to make a good job, and I was very happy. In winter, my father got up in the middle of the night to make bean curd, braved the cold to sell it in the streets and lanes, drove a donkey in the freezing snow, fell down and climbed up on the country road, and never complained. He knew that he had too many responsibilities and that his wish would never be fulfilled. Years and years of hard work made his father's stomach hurt too much to bear. At night, he often held one hand against his stomach and covered his mouth with the other, moaning softly. It was because my father was afraid of waking us up that he forced himself to keep quiet. Until today, I have never realized the kind of pain my father suffered from his illness, and I have finally learned the way of being a human being from my father. In the face of suffering, a complete person should not only be generous, kind, patient, fraternal, but also choose to be strong. Father, your integrity and kindness is my role model, your fraternity strong into my life model, and now, your departure has left a deep imprint on my heart, in the separation of life and death let me experience the longing of the heart.
The separation of life and death let me taste the suffering of life. You often say, "In this life, there is no wish, is to be able to watch you grow up, father is dead also closed eyes." Today, your words ring in my ears from time to time and have touched my sensitive nerves countless times. Twenty-five years ago, that stormy night, you with a body of fatigue left this world, left you for all the broken home, left a group of children who do not understand. I remember, in the barren village, the two low grass houses, lying on the kang, you left this world forever. Outside the house, pouring rain, inside the house, heartbreaking cries, have not been able to retain your footsteps. At that moment, looking at your eyes wide open, tears flowing from the corners of your eyes, my soul was shaken. It was an image I can never forget. Your eyes, your smile, your care, your fifteen years of nurturing, everything about you was reduced to miserable cries and helpless sighs. I know, you really gone, forever disappeared in my life, my world will no longer have your warm hands, my life will go into another dim and bitter unknown, my everything all hope will be accompanied by your departure and disappear. Look up to the sky, the reason for life, who gives me? Knocking at the soul, what kind of life is relief? Father, that did not close the eyes, become a lifetime of lingering shadows in my mind, imprisoned my life only black and white monochrome .......
"A glance at heaven, a thought of obsession" cast my eternal thoughts. Looking back at forty years of life, bumps and twists and turns, will be my soul time and again sharpened, and cast my stubborn personality. In the stormy life, after countless times of falling and climbing up, and experiencing countless times of life and death, let me know the value and meaning of life. Your words and deeds, a smile, vivid in my mind. Whenever there is a reunion of loved ones, there is always more loss rising and falling within my heart. Twenty-five years, my heart is full of too many thoughts and guilt, I did not live in your life to fulfill the filial piety of children, that is how a kind of pain? Every time I pick up the picture of you at my uncle's birthday party, my heart is filled with guilt and my eyes are filled with tears. Father, you for our blood, pay a lifetime, in exchange for our today, and what we have given you? Bone-deep longing can not be exchanged for your health? The best thing about this is that it's not a good idea to have a good time, but it's a good idea to have a good time.
The rainy night is dismal, lonely self, walking in the south of this strange city, wandering in the heart of the crossroads. Looking at the night rain disappeared father and son, a blur in front of me. Deep night, lonely soul, looking in the direction of the hometown, father, are you okay in heaven? Will you still miss your daughter this July? The night rain poured down, tears filled my cheeks, and my thoughts were far away. At this moment, the humble soul is still praying, repentance, let me use a lifetime to cast eternal thoughts of you ......