I don't know why, when my father's familiar back disappeared from my sight, I was in a mess, and my strong heart collapsed in the moment I lost contact with my father, and the tears at the corners of my eyes were like babbling brooks, soaking my lapels. The first two days of the face of the sick father and cumbersome affairs, I have not panicked, but just in that moment, I was completely disorganized.
My father's back has always been mountainous in my eyes, and in the past thirty years, no matter how big things are, as long as I see my father, I will not be nervous. I know that the great father will certainly for us to all the difficulties all dissolved. I always thought that difficulties and setbacks are nothing to my father.
But this time, the sick father can no longer continue to protect me from the wind and rain, and I had to be tough and strong. This is the first time in my life in the loss of my father's shelter alone to shoulder the responsibility and burden of the family, seemingly strong appearance in the heart of the calm me under the guidance of the attending physician, methodically for my father to organize every piece of trivial things during the hospitalization surgery. But when I finally signed the confirmation of the final implementation of the program of surgery, my whole body is trembling, I clearly know that as long as I signed this confirmation, it means that my father's fate directly in my hands.
The attending surgeon explained to me in vivid detail how the entire procedure would be visualized, and with each paragraph of his explanation, my mind pictured my father in the operating room. I felt as if more than ten years had passed in that short half hour of textual explanation. I walked out of the doctor's office with heavy steps, my mind filled with the scene of the final signature. At the moment of signing the confirmation, I couldn't even hold a pen as light as a feather, and I finally signed the confirmation with trembling hands in the middle of nowhere. In the moment after signing the confirmation of the surgical program, the brain suddenly blank, I dare not face my dear father, this is my father's first time to do surgery, and in the old age, my father's surgery is the first time in my life to face the big event.
My father's health has always been strong. In my impression, in addition to the occasional cold and flu at the time of the annual change of seasons, my father never had any illnesses, as if the pain of the world's diseases will always go around my father.
But this time, my father was really sick, and he needed to be operated on to resolve the disease. Although it is a small operation, but I do not dare to have any carelessness, the heart is unusually nervous heartbeat accelerated, in a foot away can also be vaguely heard my thumping heartbeat ringing. How could the wise doctor and my father, who knew people's hearts well, not understand my nervousness? They told me again and again to rest assured that I could trust the doctor's rich experience in treatment and the hospital's advanced medical equipments. I don't know how this operation is nothing for today, but the person who needs to do the operation is the most dearest person in my life, the only person who gives me life and a better future, the only person who gives me trouble in the moment of my confusion, how can this not make me upset?
The night before the surgery, my sister and I reconfirmed all the things we had to prepare for the next day. For my sister, who has always been careless, I was so nervous that I was afraid of accidents when I was on my way to the hospital. But the moment I arrived, I saw that my sister had already organized all the preparations. I can imagine that her thin figure of hard work, in order to save time not to take the elevator directly from the first floor to the ninth floor, and then from the ninth floor to the first floor, I do not know how many times so many times to climb the stairs. I can see that she has been very tired, but in the face of the dear father, she alone in any case to support to my arrival.
I took over my sister's mission, and from that moment on, I became my father's most solid support and strongest arm. The father for my inside and outside of the organized busy feel immensely gratified, although the father has always trusted my stability and meticulous, after all, this is my life for the first time to carry the burden of the family. When I was holding a thick sheet in my hand and telling my father one story after another about the precautions to be taken during the operation, he smiled so happily that he didn't even hear what I was saying and was scolded by the nurse on duty, and he was overwhelmed by the momentary growth of my father.
For my father's trust, I felt immensely ashamed. Once I don't know how many times always in the intentionally or unintentionally moment mercilessly hurt the father, once and I don't know how many times to add to the father how much excess worry, once more I don't know how many moments to make the father feel heartache. Now, I really realize what is the responsibility of the family, for a parent and how to assume that a huge pressure.
The night came as expected, and under the orders of the medical staff who repeatedly urged to rest, my father embraced me and my sister lying in the hospital bed together. In the moment when the light was turned off, I saw the wrinkles on my father's face spread out, and that was the happiest moment of the day for him. It was the first time we siblings had such a close contact with our father since we became adults. When I was a child, I was always afraid that my father's beard would stab me, but at this moment, facing the black and white beard that stabbed me in the face, I felt immensely close, as long as my not-so-mature face was gently stabbed by my father's florid white beard for a few moments, I would be able to rest my heart.
I opened my eyes wide and sent a powerful line of sight through the glass window of the hospital room to the vast night sky. Under the night sky, the half-moon hanging in the sky sends out soft moonlight to light up the sky and the earth, and the glittering stars will be the blue night sky dotted with stars. The sound of my father's orderly breathing gradually came, I closed my eyes and leaned close to my father's body gradually into dreamland.
I always sleep to wake up naturally less dreamy in that night is a beautiful dream, and my father spent one after another unforgettable moments in the heart of the successive echo. In the warm spring of the birds and flowers, we together in the village outside the green wheat field to sow the seeds of hope; in the hot summer, we together in the hot orchard sprinkled hard sweat; in the fruitful autumn, we together in the orchard to enjoy the joy of harvest; in the snowy winter, we together sitting on the warmth of the dirt bed think of a better future ... ... ...The skinny me followed my father's tall back through the corners of the farmland and orchards, sowing hope in spring, sweating in summer, harvesting fruit in fall, and tasting the snow in winter. In the white earth, leaving two rows of long footprints ......
"Get up! Get up! Get up ......"
The loud voice of the nurse on duty came from my ears, which suddenly disturbed my beautiful dream. The father is still sleeping in a beautiful dream, I can not bear to interrupt the father's dream, I do not know if my father's dream last night there are me and my sister? I think there will be, his dream should be the same as mine, my sister deserves the same.
The two of us, brother and sister, washed up quickly, and together we began to busy ourselves with the preparations for the operation. Even though everything we did was done silently, my father's eyes were still open, and how could I not know that? My father sat alone in front of the window with a smile on his face, kindly watching my sister and I prepare a series of pre-surgical preparations for him in an orderly manner. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
My father was thinking of his distant brother and all the relatives he had met in his life, while I was staring at the watch on my wrist. I watched as the time for the surgery drew closer and closer, I was so nervous that my head was sweating, my sister was even more nervous than I was, she kept staring at the sweat on the top of my head and asked me again and again if the surgery would go well today. I was very afraid that my sister would ask me such a question, nevertheless, no matter what kind of difficulties I encountered, I could not afford to panic today and in the days to come. In these days, I am my father's support and my sister's backbone. Regardless of any situation or difficulty or accident, I cannot have the slightest hesitation or retreat, and for me, besides reassuring my sister over and over again, I can stabilize my own chaotic heart. My strength and composure, whether for the immediate father or sister as well as all the relatives far away is extremely critical to the existence of, I kept chanting in my heart, can not panic, can not mess up their own ......
As if in my trance of three or two seconds of the moment, my father went into the operating room, I stood on the outside of the operating room Even though I tried my best, I could not see through the other glass window, and I wondered what my father, who was temporarily separated from me, would face in the operating room. Facing my tearful sister's eyes, the tears in my eyes were suppressed again and again, and I knew clearly that no matter what kind of situation and how great the difficulties were, I could not slacken off in the slightest. I can not shed tears, not to mention crying, can only once again and again think of distant relatives of my trust and once again to stabilize my chaotic mind.
I held the door frame of the operating room with trembling hands, and when one after another post-surgery patients were pushed away by their relatives with a cart in front of my eyes, my father's familiar face immediately appeared in front of my eyes. I wondered what my father would look like when he returned to me again after a short hour. Was he unconscious or semi-conscious? Was he smiling or in pain?
In the moment of my imagination, the voice from the reception room next to the operating room called out to me to come and ask questions, and just that one ordinary summons startled me so much that I almost stumbled and fell to the ground. I was so nervous about the sight of the excised pathogen that I trembled and carefully caressed with both hands a small . Blood-colored wrapped object, it is such a piece of less than half a centimeter of the gadget caused my father to suffer such a huge disease, for a moment, I hated it. I hate to cut it directly to the skin and bones and then broken into pieces, sent directly to the eighteen layers of hell in Hades, so that it suffered the torture of the harsh punishment of hell, so that it can not be turned over for all eternity.
The doctor gave me a series of instructions about the cause of the disease and the precautions to be taken after the operation, and I asked the doctor carefully, as if I were a student who had made a mistake, about the situation of my father, who was in the operating room at the moment, which made me worry about him infinitely. When the doctor smiled kindly and told me that my father was fine, my sister and I were so happy and joyful. The dark clouds that have long hung over our hearts have finally lifted, and the warmth of the sun instantly warmed our cold hearts.
I thanked the doctor who operated on my father as if he had become the closest thing we had to family in that moment. The first time I saw the doctor, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me, and he was so happy to see me. Although the doctor's vocation is to save lives, but the premise of the patient's success in surgery and the speed of follow-up maintenance and rehabilitation, certainly and the efforts of every medical staff is inseparable. The patient was discharged from the hospital spirit, while the doctor is full of fatigue and labor.
Suddenly, the door to the operating room opened. An old man was slowly pushed out by the medical staff,咋一看这脸庞怎么那么熟悉呢，我再次揉了泪眼，睁大了眼睛再次确认，原来眼前的这位半昏半醒的老人就是与我短暂失去联络的父亲。 In such a short period of time, facing the first few post-operative patients, I had countless times imagined the situation of my father being pushed out. However, facing this old man without any vitality and fighting spirit in front of me, I could not associate him with the strong father I remembered. However, the fact is so cruel, no matter I believe or not, lying in front of me on the hospital bed of the old man, is the father that I have to worry about a hundred times.
I carefully covered my father with a soft blanket, not daring to push hard for fear of hurting him. My sister and I called my father a few times, he opened his eyes and looked at us, closed his eyes again, I do not know if he still recognize his own son and his own daughter who almost collapsed in tears in front of him.
I settled my sister to take care of my father for the time being, so that I could find help to escort him safely back to the hospital room. But the moment I turned around, my sister-in-law, cousin, cousin and his entourage appeared in front of me. The moment their familiar figures were reflected in my eyelids, I instantly broke down, and the tears I had been holding back for two days finally roared out like a floodgate opening. Only they only noticed their father behind them, and did not notice that my strong fortress had completely collapsed the moment they appeared.
With their help, my father was soon safely returned to the hospital room. My mind was in turmoil as I thought about all that had happened in the last two days. The medical staff in charge carefully explained to me all the things I had to pay attention to when I was with them, and I held back my tears as I carefully memorized every key point. I sat on the side of the hospital bed, staring at every data on the monitor display with wide eyes, not daring to blink for fear of missing any of the data. These seemingly meaningless numbers were directly linked to my father and us the moment he was wheeled out of the operating room.
My sister was out of breath as she fetched the medicines. I sat at the head of the bed, she sat at the end of the bed, and my sister-in-law sat in the middle. In the busy medical staff, bottle after bottle of transparent medicine through the infusion tube transferred to the father's body, a set of advanced instruments one after another to the father's body, a set of mysterious data by the machine into it. Finally, the attending doctor asked the nurse to bring a diagnosis of the father's physical condition to us, when "everything is normal" that four big blue letters into our eyelids, we finally settled down.
The sound of my father's gasping breath came slowly, and although we were yawning, how tired we were in the face of my father's normalcy was nothing to us. The father is our eternal dependence in this life, as long as the father is alive, we have a firm attachment, in life more than a forward momentum and the desire for a better life. Even after many years, the father has been too old to walk, or can not say a word, as long as he is still alive, our hearts are warm.
I held my father's rough hand and gently kissed the traces of the merciless years, y impressed by my father's hard work and difficulties in these years. The first thing I've learned is that I'm not the only one who's been in the business for a long time, and I'm not the only one who's been in the business for a long time. In the stormy night, the father for our siblings three tuition fees to run around; in the snowy morning, the father has long been in the yard piled up a big snowman for us to enjoy; in our sick night, the father is again in a hurry to ride a bicycle for us to ask the doctor ...... Although once those trivial past events have long become the The past, but the memory of the picture is still as clear as ever, as if it had just happened yesterday, once the past seems to have not had time to look back carefully, it has become an unchangeable reality.
The night came quietly, the bright incandescent lamp will be brightly illuminated ward, there is no trace of darkness. When the last bottle of IV opened the moment, my father's eyes opened wide. In fact, I know that my father has long been awake, and he, like us, does not want to break the happy joy of the family so sweetly together. But if he never opened his eyes, he could not see his favorite person in this world.
My father was awake, and we finally let go of the tension we had been holding for two days. After the operation, my father talked a lot, but every word he said was comforting to us. As long as it is the words of the father, in our hearts will always be the sweetest.
When my father's back disappeared in my line of sight, until my father came back to my eyes again, a short hour, for the heart of my father, but it is up to a few years long. When I hold my father's rough hand in the moment of sleep, I y realize that the father in front of me is really old, I have to take over the family's responsibilities and burdens from my father's hand.
My father was lying on the hospital bed, quietly watching my sister and I methodically busy with all the big and small things after the operation, my father smiled with relief. At that moment, he really let go of his infinite worries about his children's future, and the two children in front of him finally grew up, as if they had grown up overnight like spring bamboo shoots after the rain.
When we finished all the trivial things in our hands, we looked back and saw our father on the hospital bed, who had fallen asleep at some point. Listening to the sound of my father's snoring, I looked out the window at the soft night, and the light from the street lamps flickered, as if they were guiding us on our way. The sound of heavy breathing came one after another, and we gradually entered the dreamland.
In my dream, in the warm spring, when everything is recovering, in the orchard of my hometown, I was in the front, my father followed closely behind, and I looked back from time to time to see my father's figure, and together we sowed the hope of the new year into the soil under our feet. After a spring rain, the seeds of hope germinated one after another, broke through the ground, and grew a piece after a piece of hopeful young leaves ......