Inspirational novel: My suffering, my university (2)

Inspirational novel: my suffering my university

While watching my mother, I watched textbooks with kerosene lamps. It was a long night. I was used to thinking or reading in the dark. Those textbooks have become the only spiritual comfort in the lonely cold night that makes me feel warm and no longer afraid.

If you use plants to compare me to me at that time, dog tail grass should be the most appropriate - it can be seen everywhere in the countryside, people and animals do not like it, but it always grows barely and humblely, any snow and rain It cannot be completely withered and extinct.

When I was in the second grade, my mother suffered from a problem that was easy to faint. Sometimes she was eating well, and she suddenly fell backwards. People were not awake and her breathing was weak. When my mother first attacked, I thought she couldn't do it, and her sister was so scared that she cried. The neighbors heard the sound. Some of the monks poured water into the mother's mouth. When the mother groaned, they coughed and woke up. I learned this trick. In the following years, I used this kind of soil method to rescue my mother countless times. My mother is grateful to me, always saying that her life is what I gave.

Many nights, I kept my faint mother from falling asleep, fearing that she would not be rescued in time after she was fainted and never woke up. While watching my mother, I watched textbooks with kerosene lamps. It was a long night. I was used to thinking or reading in the dark. Those textbooks have become the only spiritual comfort in the lonely cold night that makes me feel warm and no longer afraid. I always wait until my mother sleeps to make a uniform squeak and sleep comfortably. In the long run, I have finished reading the texts that the teacher has not yet taught. When the teacher just started to talk about the new text, I have already turned the new text back and forth, and the homework has been done neatly and correctly. The teacher is very surprised. I regard it as a "child prodigy" and call on the students to learn from me, but no one knows about me. The results include how much heartache.

In school, I am alone, no friends and playmates, only academics make me proud.

Maybe it is born, maybe the father's inheritance, my intelligent whole is now learning. Since the first grade, I have been a study committee member in the class, and the composition is especially good. I was very fond of the teachers and predicted that I was going to college. In the third grade, the class teacher asked me to jump to the fifth grade. The mother couldn't make up her mind and went to the hospital to discuss with her father. As a result, my father disagreed. He hoped that I would step down to the ground level.

In my twinkling of an eye, I am in the third year of summer vacation. My mood is unparalleled, because I will spend my summer vacation with my father. His condition is said to have been brought under control, and it will be more than half a month before he can be discharged from hospital. This is an exciting message. My father replied that this season, peaches and melons are ripe, and behind his ward is a piece of melon, which is the most desirable paradise for me.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, my mother took me and Meihua to the hospital. I haven't seen my father for several months. He looks like a healthy look. The bald head is wearing a hat. The eyebrows and eyelashes won't grow, but I am used to my father's kind of delicate.

My father greeted us at the entrance of the hospital. I and Meihua rushed to call "Ye". My father took a daughter with great care and tenderness. Along the way, someone continued to say hello to his father: "Zhao Xigui, is your hoe coming?" Father replied: "Yes, come!" The father's smile is like a cup of tea that has been soaked.

I didn't think there was any difference in this summer. The garden flowers in the hospital were peaceful and open, and the fragrance was bursting with fragrance. My mood is too good to describe, I naively thought: I can definitely have a very happy summer vacation.

Mother took her sister home early the next morning. My mother left to take care of me: "After Ping, take good care of your grandfather. After half a month, I will pick you up with your uncle."

I am happy to start, this is a glorious and beautiful task. I took my father's hand and sent my mother to take my sister's hand home. Like the mornings of countless summers, this morning, the sky is high and the sky is filled with the fragrance of gardenia. Mother waved me and my father back to the dormitory. The father insisted that the mother should not be able to see when she walked to the corner. The love of my parents makes me feel a little touched by my ignorance. The feeling of warmth and beauty cannot be described in words.

The mother and sister went out of their father's sight and life without any defense. Both the father and the mother must pin their hopes on the gathering soon, so there is no sadness or nostalgia. Because of the need to return home before the sun rises, the mother's steps are even a little short, and there is no hunch for the disaster in the near future. me too.

[All my happiness and happiness came to an abruptly on August 21, 1978, and my fate came out of its watershed here, taking me to the sea of ​​suffering. 】

The hospital where my father lived was very large. There were ten rows of bungalows. After each row of bungalows, there was a garden with mulberry trees, and mulberry trees were planted with cantaloupe. As long as I turned over the window of my father's ward, I could secretly pick the melon. In fact, I did the same. I used two stools to stand up under the window sill. I climbed up the stool and climbed the window sill. When I turned over, I went outside the window. I used a stalker to walk through the melons in the melons. On the first day, I was not a small harvest. I picked at least seven melons, and a pair of "twin" melons, white skins, which smelled sweet. I dedicated it to my father.

This kind of good time did not insist that my father was discharged from the hospital. All my happiness and happiness came to an abrupt end on August 21, 1978. The fate came out of its watershed here, taking me to the sea of ​​suffering. .

This day is no different from usual. My father and I got up early and walked hand in hand in the morning walk along the dirt road in the hospital. I was wearing a white shirt with a red scarf, and I sang a song "Oriental Red" with great interest. I was praised by my father and I was so proud of my face. Back to my father's dormitory, the porridge on the kerosene stove was just so thick, so my father and I had breakfast with the mother pickled pickles. Then came the time for my homework, and my father went to the hospital's medical office to fight the last dose of medicine.

When the father left, he touched my hair with his unstretched hand and said with kindness: "After Ping, do your homework, I will come back later. At noon, I will give you egg noodles for you to eat." Hey, eggs surface! I like to eat the most. My father walked away with my heart in my expectation.

The sun was red and bright that day, and it has already shown its burning power. The father walked in the rising sun. He wore a gray shirt with a triangular patch on his shoulder, short sleeves, and his father’s thin arms stretched out from the wide sleeves, like two. The thin branches are clinging behind the back. Because the hair was gone, my father wore an old yellow military cap. He went to the medical office like a walk. He looked back at me when he turned, and made a writing gesture in the distance, smiling and walking through a cluster of young people, disappeared.

I am patient to write homework, but the temptation of the egg noodles makes me feel at ease. I have forgotten when I used to eat egg noodles. At home, my mother has always been not making egg noodles. Those eggs are not sold. The oil and salt sauce vinegar is sent to my father here. Egg noodles, egg noodles, how much I yearn for that bowl of fragrant egg noodles! I look at the sky from time to time, hoping that the sun will hurry up to the top of the head, that is the time to eat the egg noodles.

There is a proposition essay "One of the most memorable things in the summer vacation" in the summer homework. I did not hesitate to write my father and his hospital, cantaloupe and egg noodles. I am in a good mood this day. I solemnly wrote the first line on the homework: "I spent the summer vacation in the hospital." I am brewing the following words. Suddenly, there is a father’s patient. Anxiously came, and said to me in a hurry: "Your grandfather told me to take the mat." I haven't reacted yet. He has rolled up the bamboo mat on his father's bed. I watched this uncle take the mat. There is no ominous premonition or guess.

The sun finally rolled over my head in my eyes, but my father did not come back. I began to worry anxiously. I began to be uneasy, and I began to blame my father. I pushed my homework and ran to the side of the road to look around. Far away, I saw a lot of people at the entrance of the medical office, and there was no father and a thin figure. I want to run over and ask if anyone sees my father, and I am afraid that my father knows to blame me.

Just when I was worried, a little girl ran upside down. She was the daughter of the uncle who had just come to take the mat. We both went through the hospital's melons. As she ran, she waved at me and shouted: "Not good, your grandfather stunned and stunned!" What concept? I don't understand at all.

The little girl pulled me, I ran wildly under her traction, but the little girl was running around me. When I arrived at the medical office, many patients would hold me when I saw me. I am 9 years old. Why do you want to hold me? I began to feel faintly faint. I broke away from every embrace and decided to rush into the medical office. The person who wants to hold me has changed to stop me. I no longer want to face and hold on. I shouted: "Ye! Lord!" Someone stopped me and said, "Your grandfather is sleeping, and will come out in a moment." "I was so anxious that I pushed everyone openly and got into the clinic from the shackles of adults. What did I see?

There was a person who did not know who was on the hospital bed, and was covered in a white cloth from head to toe. No one else is there. I whispered and screamed "Ye", no one should. I shouted "Ye" again, or no one should. Where is the father?

Someone came in to pull me away, and I said that I would take me back to eat the egg noodles. I put my teeth and claws together, and I punched the man fiercely, then cried out with a wow. I think as long as I cry, my father will come out no matter where he is hiding. But my father did not appear from beginning to end, and I was shocked to the extreme! Where did the father go? Why don't you respond to my cry?

[My pain is so clear and profound. Under the pull of two relatives and friends, I watched my father buried in the mud, and finally there was only a tall mound of mound. Father is inside, I am outside. He is sleeping, I am crying. 】

I was helped by the adults, and I was crying all the way. I didn't know where my father went, and there was no greeting. It was so inexplicably gone. My father also said that he should give me an egg noodles. Did he forget? My heart is deeper and still fear. I don't know what happened to my father. I didn't even see me.

I cried out in the outside of the medical office, "Ye, Ye". I twisted and twisted in the arms of my adult like a little rogue. The red scarf was covered with my nose and tears. My shoes were Kicked off, my hair was scattered, my face was tearful, all of this was because I couldn't see my father. I don't know how many hours, why do all hopes become a bubble? All the time has changed?

What surprised me even more was that my mother came to the hospital. I was even more surprised by the mother's grief and gaffe. I first heard a woman crying sadly at the entrance of the medical office. Then I saw that the mother of the cloaked hair was rushing to the medical office under the encirclement of countless people. I screamed "squeaky" and broke away from the person who hugged me and ran to my mother. When the mother saw me, the more she cried, the more she cried, and she filled me with a cry: "I am bitter..." Suddenly the hand was loose, and the mother fell softly to the ground. People rushed to get the mother to the emergency room.

A lot of things were made clear after many years--when his father was mistaken for acupuncture, he felt uncomfortable. He said a word to the patient who was taking the injection with him: "My daughter likes to eat egg noodles, you help me make a bowl." ...... "The patient only had time to point, the father was incontinent, the blood became cold, and he went forever. The patient was the one who later took me to the egg noodles for me to eat. Later, he really made a bowl of egg noodles with chopped green onion, but I didn't eat it. That day, I only had time to grieve.

My mother sent someone to my house in the hospital and used my bicycle to start. I didn’t say that my father had gone. I was afraid that my mother who was in poor health could not stand this fatal blow. They only said that her father’s condition had changed. The mother came in anxiously. At that time, she and many women smashed the ropes on the production team's drying ground, and the aprons on them did not have time to solve them.

The mother asked about it all the way: "Xi Gui is not going to be discharged, is he sick again?" The person who licked her comforted her: "Xunzi, no big deal, no big deal!" Until the hospital, the talent told tears Mother: "Xunzi, your old Zhao is gone..." The mother rolled down from the bicycle...

After my mother came, I realized that my father was dead. When you die, you will never see again; there will never be his breath and smile; there will never be his caress and care; there will never be an elongated figure that he dangles in the sun; in this world, I am no longer No father.

The father died and somehow died. It was an injection and killed. The nurse used the wrong medicine. As a result of the treatment, the hospital lost 30 yuan and made an "old clothes" for the father.

Due to the heat, we took our father back home the next day. It is night. The uncle and other relatives and friends carried the father on the bamboo bed where his father slept, and I walked in front of my father with a bag. While walking, I slowly sang "buy money" and greeted the night wind: "Yes, we take you Going home... "This is what the uncle told me to say, only to say that the father's soul will return home." I seem to grow up overnight, understand life and death, and experience pain. As the night wind and paper money fall together, how can it flow in tears...

The father was buried the next day, and his father’s coffin was made of a paulownia tree behind my house. The material of the paulownia is not good. With a nail, there will be a print, but my family is powerless to give the father a better coffin. On this day, the family cried, cigarettes linger, his father lying on the door panel, in the hall, covered with yellow paper. I and Meihua Daima belt filial piety in front of my father, while coming forward to hang Xiao relatives and friends, while putting paper money into the brazier. The mother cried in the room, crying and screaming: "Why are you so worried, I left, and I left two little guys who didn't know how to eat and sleep, and I didn't know how to raise them upside down? How can I bear to leave me? Walking alone? You might as well take me with me..." I cried for a while, and when I woke up, I continued to cry. The United States and Britain also cried aloud, remembering the various benefits of their father. I muttered quietly. I looked at my father on the door from time to time. I couldn’t make a lot of sadness like my mother and the United States and Britain. My grief is in my heart, like a deeply buried seed, and I will continue to grow in the days to come. Sprout.

When the father was buried, he was buried on the side of the river and could be seen after standing in my house. The rectangular pit was dug by the brother-in-law and the uncle, and the father's coffin was slowly put into the grave by two ropes.

Just at the moment when I filled my father's coffin, I stood behind the uncle and suddenly slammed it out, grabbed the shovel of the uncle, and cried: "Don't bury the Lord! Don't bury the Lord!" I didn't expect my sudden attack to be awkward. I don't know why there is such a move. I only know that my loved one is buried in the pit. It is the dear father of my life. I don't allow them to bury their father in this pit that never sees the sky.

In the end, I was still taken away. I don't know who's tearing my clothes, who broke my arm. I was like a crazy little wild boar, biting and kicking.

My pain is so clear and profound. Under the pull of two relatives and friends, I watched my father buried in the mud, and finally there was only a tall mound of mound. Father is inside, I am outside. He is sleeping, I am crying.

The death of my father is the origin of my family's suffering.