Last summer, I returned from a business trip to the south. The first time I entered the door, my parents greeted me at the door with a kind smile, and a kind of warmth of home surrounded me. A body of fatigue suddenly disappeared.
Put down the baggage, walked to the side of the parents and parents chat for a while. In the process of asking for help, my eyes shifted to my father's body.
A undershirt with a thousand holes in it. An undershirt that I had picked up from my body and had followed my father for twenty-two years.
I do not understand to ask: Dad, this undershirt ...... how you still wear it? All broken into this way, why not throw .......
Father interrupted me: how can not wear? Broken a little afraid of what, in their own home to wear what is the relationship, do not throw, can still wear .......
My nose is a little sour ......
It was more than twenty years ago, I was on the second summer vacation, the school organized a summer camp. The school organized a summer camp and gave each student a white undershirt with the word "blue sky" printed on the back. Since the reform and opening up had just taken place at that time, the economic conditions of the family were generally not good. My family was no exception, and a piece of clothing could be worn for two or three generations. So there is a habit, if there is a new piece of clothing must choose a larger, so that after a few years of growth can also wear, not to waste. I was excited to wear my new undershirt to summer camp.
This undershirt was with me all summer. As I was a sports student at that time, I was sent to the gymnasium for training, and I put on my training clothes when I was training, so I didn't wear this undershirt much after that summer. This is the first time I've seen this undershirt in my life, and I've never seen it before.
More than twenty years have passed, I am not a very careful man, from the undershirt has not paid attention to the destination, time is too long, as if from the memory of the same erased. The habit of alternating the old and the new has made me forget this thing. Suddenly into the eyes of the strange, but familiar holes in the old undershirt, will be my father's past in front of my eyes again ......
The 70s, China's contemporary history of one of the most important years. Zhou Enlai died, Mao Zedong died, the Gang of Four was crushed, the Cultural Revolution ended, Deng Xiaoping came to power, and the country reformed and opened up ....... I was born in such a historically significant and ideologically turbulent era.
Our family was also struggling with the changes and turbulence of this era. My father was the eldest son in the family, with five younger brothers in school. The family life is difficult, the father had to give up at that time has been admitted to the Xinjiang Song and Dance Troupe, to participate in the work. Grandfather and father were the only two people in the family who worked, while grandmother embroidered flowers for others at home to earn a meager income.
At that time, incomes were very low, and in a planned economy, food and staples were supplied, distributed according to population, and purchased with a ticket. It was difficult to support a large family and go to school on the meager wages of two people in the family. My father had no choice but to make advances on living expenses at the factory where he worked from then on, which we called "fighting hunger" at that time. After borrowing money this month, a portion of the next month's salary was deducted from the paycheck and used to pay back the "famine", thus forming a vicious circle in which the "famine" became more and more prevalent.
In the mid-1960s, my parents got married under extremely difficult circumstances, and in the 1960s they had their first granddaughter, my sister. Another five years later, I was born as the first eldest grandson of the family. Because of the small size of the house and the number of children, my parents moved out after the marriage and lived in a small bungalow in what is now called a "shantytown", where the only furniture in the house was a brick-built kang and an old dining room table. My father was obliged to carry the famine for many years. The first year, I was four years old.
Father is in this environment difficult to support the family. The first thing I remember from my childhood is that my father was very strict, and my mother was very kind. The most I've ever felt is my mother's love and consideration. I had little experience of my father's love and care, and as a child, I was not yet able to understand how my father's love was expressed. As a man, the backbone of a family, my father seldom expressed his preferences. More often than not, he left the good things to the loved ones around him, although there are many things that the father needs more.
Mother's health is not good, frail and sick, every day to buy food to cook things on the father, every day after work dragged the tired body to the market to buy food back to cook. I can say that I grew up eating my father's cooking from my childhood.
The economic difficulties made our family life very difficult. There were very few pieces of meat on the table every day, and my father couldn't afford to eat them, so he picked out the thin ones for my mother and sister, and left the fat ones for me, but he didn't eat them himself.
Every month, my parents pay the salary of the day is my monthly yearning, because that day my father will, as usual, from the market to bring back a roasted chicken to, although only the palm of a big one. But it was the best and most extravagant meal of the month.
At dinner, the whole family would sit together, and father would begin to distribute. Mother's frail and sick, my father divided the chicken legs to my mother, said this is to give my mother to add nutrition; chicken wings divided to my sister, said my sister is a girl, eat chicken wings handy; chicken head and neck divided to me, said the boys eat chicken head good, smart; finally, the chicken breast left out to my mother to put in the lunch box, and the next day to take to the unit's lunch. Left a little no meat chicken frame, father took out the cheapest white wine at the time to pour a cup, even the bones are not waste on the eating .......
Until now, every time I eat roasted chicken, I will think of the day when my parents paid wages as a child, my father divided the roasted chicken scene. Until now I still have the habit of eating chicken head.
My father was very frugal, nothing is wasted, even the search of the meal are not willing to pour out. Summer is very hot, then there is no refrigerator, the night before the leftover rice and vegetable soup are packed on the table. The next morning would give off a sour odor, but my father could never pour it out, saying: I am in good health, it's okay if the food is sour, I'll eat it! Don't waste it. Don't eat it! Into the lunch box to take to the unit to heat up a hot is the noon lunch.
I remember one summer, Thursday afternoon, no classes, noon after school I went to my father's unit to eat. The father put the hot last night's leftovers on the end of the said: quickly eat it, all eaten do not left over. Then he brought a long hairy steamed bread, the moldy skin tear off, took a piece of pickle sitting on the corner table, took a piece of workers daily a mouthful of steamed bread on a mouthful of pickle ate up.
I picked up the lunch box and ran over to the father to eat with him, he said nothing to eat, said he likes to eat steamed buns on the pickles, have to eat me all finished. When I ate, I felt that my heart was sour, I ate what I don't remember, I only remember my father ate moldy steamed buns on the pickled vegetables, so far, the memory is still fresh.
My father couldn't afford to buy clothes, and a dress can be worn for two decades. When the time to learn Lei Feng, Lei Feng's clothes are patches fall patches. This is used to describe my father is not too much. My father has only one or two pieces of complete clothing, all other clothes are patched and patched again, sewn and sewn again, not to mention socks and underwear, are patched several layers. Complete clothes were left for New Year's Eve and going out. The work clothes are issued can not afford to wear a new one, they have to stay up until the old one is worn out before replacing it with a new one.
I remember when I graduated from elementary school and entered junior high school, I had to start school, and the school stipulated that students should wear white shirts and blue pants to report to school. Because the family life is difficult, but also to the end of the month when the most nervous, there is no extra money to buy blue pants. My father took out the blue overalls he couldn't afford to wear, took out a pair of pants I usually wear, compared the size, took the scissors, and sewed them up by hand, stitch by stitch. While changing, he said to me: "Son, at the end of the month, the family has no money, the whole family still have to eat, can not buy you a new one. This overalls is new, the material is very good, I do not want to wear. You wear too big, dad give you change, guarantee to give you a good change .......
I was not in the mood, then young, of course, like to wear new clothes. I was not happy, but looked at my father a needle and thread to change my pants, home life and tension. The heart as overturned five flavor bottle, the heart is very difficult ....... The father's hands to my sewing change this pants, with me for more than three years.
In the early 1990s, the reform and opening up was in full swing. In the father and mother's hard work, the family life has improved significantly. Father worked very hard, from joining the work all the way from the team leader, section chief, upgraded to the workshop director, and then raised to the branch factory director. The "famine" that he owed in the past had all been paid off. The quality of life of the family has also improved significantly. However, my father kept the habit of living frugally all the time. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
My father is a very honest man, and he has a very good relationship with his family, so he has a lot of friends who come to visit him on New Year's Day. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival in our country, and as Chinese people attach great importance to this festival, our family is no exception. When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are a lot of mooncakes piled up at home. Some of them are benefits from the organization, and some are gifts from relatives and friends. A pile of 20 to 30 boxes of mooncakes. What to do with so many moon cakes? Eat and can not eat, send and can not send out, recognize all sent out still left a bunch.
From that day onwards, my father began to "consume" with mooncakes, one to two mooncakes for breakfast every day, a mouthful of mooncakes and a mouthful of boiled water, which is his morning meal. So many mooncakes can't be eaten in a day or two. One year, my father ate them until the Lunar New Year. The mooncakes were dry, hard as a rock, and some had green hair and mold. I took them out and wanted to throw them away. My father stopped me and said: do not throw, can still eat it, throw away why, put it there tomorrow, steam a steam like eating. He refused to throw it away even though we said so. The next day, my father put the mooncake in the steamer, and ate it until the New Year's Eve. ......
When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me: "Children! Do not blame your father, your father is too much life, too stingy, but there is no way. Who made us poor? But the child! Without your father's hard work for so many years, there wouldn't be this home for us now. So, child you should be sympathetic to your dad, who is the head of the family, the backbone of a home. You should be grateful to your father, your father this life is very hard, do parents are not easy .......
...... A worn undershirt, which hides the bits and pieces of the old days, recorded the father and mother of the family selfless payment, the infinite care of the children. The love and care given to us by our parents throughout our lives is great! We have been parents, we have to remember the kindness of parents, we have to make our efforts on our children.
Mother's love is gentle like water! Father's love is as calm as a mountain!
I love you! I love you, Dad!
I love you, Dad!