Father's razor

My father has been dead for 18 years. As the years go by, sometimes the feelings of affection will become stronger. In these years, whenever I miss my father, I can't help but come up with one thing - the razor that my father loved during his lifetime.

Father's life is quite extraordinary. He joined the army in 1944. He participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the War of Liberation, and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid. He has experienced numerous tests of smoke and smoke. He has been brave and suffered injuries during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. He has won several meritorious medals.

In the 1950s, the country won the period of peace building. The father echoed the call of the state, and together with a large number of transferred officers and soldiers, went to the northeast region and began a new battle to open up the Great Northern Wilderness and build a northern warehouse. According to his father’s recollection: "At that time, the Great Northern Wilderness was a very difficult living condition. Everything started from scratch and honed the will of people." The father has been working for more than ten years. With the hard work and hard work, people's lives have gradually improved. The father's wish is to buy a razor that he likes very much. Today, buying a razor is not difficult, and has been replaced by a variety of electric razors, but in the age of material shortage, and its high price, it is really beyond reach. But the father really likes it, not only because of the thick breeze of the "spring breeze, but also because of the father's preference for self-shaving."

After a long period of time, my father was willing to pay for it. This is a small and refined razor whose main components are made of stainless steel, which is shiny and fascinating. Even the small box with its silver-plated paintings is very chic. What's even more amazing is that on the inside of the small box, there is a small lens embedded in it, which can look at the face and be convenient. The mother later said: "The razor bought home, the father like a baby, the excited face of the beard to tremble." My father’s comrades are also embarrassed.

Every time I see my father shave, I can feel that he is very committed and methodical. First warm the face, apply soap, and then slowly contact with his baby. The look of self-satisfaction, from time to time bloomed on his weather-beaten face.

Later, the electric shaver appeared. The children have repeatedly advised his father to go to the old, but he has always refused, and it is still me. Even in his later years, his father’s hand was a little trembling, but he was still trying to hold tight, clenching the razor that followed him for decades, until the end of his life.

After several moves, many things were lost, but my father’s razor, I gave extra care, and I am with me. Every time I see it, it will touch my endless recollections, endless delusions...