Because you are a collection of father s essays, my father s classic excellent prose

Just now my father came to ** and asked me why I didn't call home for a few months. I want to say it's not that I don't fight, it's just that I'm afraid of hearing my father's old voice.

His father was an old man, and he had five older sisters in the family, so he wanted to give birth to a son. When my father was 40 years old, he finally had a son. This year, my father is 63 years old.

It's just that in my hometown, I am alone guarding the house, planting a few acres of land, in exchange for survival, looking forward to the continuation of life. My father's six children are all running around in other places, and they are all married, and I am the only one left.

When I was younger, I remember that my father was always busy, and he didn't stop all day long. When it comes to the busy farming season, it is even more early and greedy for darkness. I was still asleep, and my father had already gotten up and gone to work on the farm.

By the time I got up, my father had already ploughed a field and was tired'Soaking wet, he took his mother's porridge and drank it in a big gulp. At that time, I still couldn't feel my father's fatigue.

When I'm a little older, I can help my family with some farm work. I remember my father still getting up in the dark, sometimes my mother went out to work, and I cooked breakfast at home. The climate in the south is hot and humid.

Early in the morning, you can feel the suffocating heat and mosquitoes. First boil the rice cooker, then wash the clothes, and then look at the breakfast. My parents came back from the fields and were always soaked and tired.

After eating breakfast nervously, I went to the field again, and I stayed at home to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. When it's done, go out to work. When it's almost noon, go to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables and go home to prepare lunch.

Lunch is as simple as breakfast, just to be filled. My father had a habit of taking a nap and usually rested for a while after lunch. In the afternoon, just as busy.

When I was busy for more than ten days, I would always get up early and be busy for more than ten days.

Only at night, can you rest quietly. The family was outside in the shade, and my father would tell us stories about his childhood. At that time, I couldn't feel it. Now that I think about it, it seems like it's right in front of you.

When he was not busy, my father would go to the mountains to prepare firewood for the New Year, which could also be exchanged for money. I'll follow my father up the hill and help a little bit. The view in the mountains is nice and there are some wild fruits to eat.

My father told me a lot of old stories, but I had forgotten them, and there seemed to be a little fragment of memory in them. Trees that are sawn down from the mountains need to be sawn into sections of wood that can be used for fire, then split, dried, and finally stacked. Sometimes, my father would pick a stone of firewood and sell it in the village for ten yuan.

My father was very thrifty, and he was never willing to spend a penny, and I often heard my father say to me, "If you don't belong to the family, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are", and I always said nonchalantly, "It's not until I know it". I would also wonder why my father was saving money like this? To be done.