I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.

That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I want to go back to my hometown in Xuzhou with my father from Beijing. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "

Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. Things at home are very bleak these days, partly because of the funeral and partly because my father is idle. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.

In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I repeatedly advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"

We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!

I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " "I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. As a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But I haven't seen him for the last two years. He finally forgot my fault and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!

Gorky's Spring Melody

Gorky's works: The melody of spring is in the garden outside my room. A group of sparrows are jumping around on the bare branches of acacia and birch, talking enthusiastically, while an honorable crow is squatting on the horsehead-shaped wood carving on the roof next door. She shook her head proudly while listening to the conversation of these dusty birds. The sunshine and warm air sent every sound into my room: I heard the rushing of the stream, I heard the rustling of the branches, and I could understand what the pigeons were mumbling on my windowsill, so with the oscillation of the air, the music of spring flowed into my heart. "hey!" An old sparrow said to his companion. "We finally waited for the arrival of spring ... didn't we? Haw, haw! " "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I know this cautious bird very well: her speech is always short and to the point, and everything means nothing but affirmation. Like most crows, she was born stupid and timid. However, she occupies a beautiful position in society. Every winter, she will hold some "charity" activities for those poor western Western jackdaw and old pigeons. I'm familiar with sparrows, too-although it looks frivolous and even liberal, it's a pretty smart bird in essence. He jumped around the crow and pretended to be respectful, but deep down, he knew the value of the crow very well, and at any time, he would inevitably tell two or three stories about her disgraceful history. At this time, a young male pigeon who loves to dress up on the windowsill is enthusiastically persuading the shy female pigeon: "If you don't share my love with me, then I will die miserably because of despair ..." "Do you know, madam, the goldfinch is coming! "sparrow report." Wow, it's true! "The crow replied." Here they come, noisy, flying and chirping ... this is a group of restless birds! The tits followed ... as usual ... hey hey hey! Yesterday, you know, I jokingly asked one of the goldfinches, "Why, honey, are you flying out?" He replied rudely ... these birds don't respect his rank, title and social status ... I'm just a seven-product civilian sparrow ... "At this moment, a young crow suddenly appeared from behind the chimney on the roof, and it reported in a low voice:" I listened carefully to all the creatures living in the air, water and underground according to my duty, and there was' tut-tut'. "The sparrow gave a cry and looked at the informant with trepidation. The crow shook his head in a friendly way. "Spring has come, and it has come more than once …" said the old sparrow. "As for the awakening of the whole nature, it's ... of course, it's a happy thing ... if it can be approved by those responsible departments ..." "Wow, it's true!" Said the crow, glancing admiringly at each other. "Besides, it must be added," the raven continued, "it is said that these goldfinches are a little muddy about the stream. They want to drink water there to quench their thirst, and some of them even dare to dream of freedom ..." "Ah, they always do!" Cried the old sparrow. "This is because they are young and ignorant, which is not dangerous at all! When I was young, I dreamed of ... it ... ""Dreaming of-what? " "Dream of a constitution ... constitution, constitution, constitution ..." "Constitution?" "It was just a dream! This is just a dream, sir! Needless to say, I had a dream ... but later, it was all over, and another' it' and a more realistic' it' appeared ... hehehehehehe! You know, I'm sorry, it's more suitable and necessary for sparrows ... Hey-hey ... ""Hum! " Suddenly there was a powerful buzz. On the branches of the Bodhi tree, a four-legged civilian sparrow appeared. He nodded understandingly to the birds, made a salute, and then twittered, "Hey, gentlemen, you didn't-you didn't notice-you didn't notice a smell in the air, huh ...? ""It's spring air, my Lord! " Said the sparrow. The crow, on the other hand, cocked his head in frustration and let out a loud cry in a gentle voice, as if a sheep were bleating: "Wow, it's true!" " ""Well, yes ... Yesterday, when I was playing cards, a hereditary and respectable owl said the same thing to me ... He said,' Hey, it seems to smell ... so I replied,' Let's have a look and smell! Makes sense, doesn't it? "yes, sir! That makes sense! "The old sparrow respectfully agreed." My Lord, you must wait at any time ... all the birds are waiting ... "At this moment, a lark flew down from the sky and landed on the ground where the snow melted in the garden. He ran around anxiously and murmured, "Dawn put out the stars in the night sky with a gentle smile ... The night turned white and trembled, so the heavy night was like ice in the sun." The heart full of hope, how light and sweet it beats, facing the sunrise, morning light, light and freedom! ..... ""What kind of bird is this? "Asked the sparrow, squinting." It's a lark, sir! "The Archduke Crow said sternly from behind the chimney." A poet, sir! " The sparrow added generously. The blackbird squinted at the poet and twittered, "Hmm … what a gray … dirty creature! He seems to be talking nonsense about the sun and freedom there, doesn't he? Ah? " "Yes, sir! "The Archduke Crow said firmly." He wants to arouse the unfounded hopes in the young birds, sir! " "Ashamed, complicated and ... stupid! ""Exactly, sir, "replied the old sparrow." Stupid! Freedom, sir, should be said to be a vague thing, an elusive thing ... ""But, if I remember correctly, it seems that you ... call on everyone to yearn for it? " "Wow-it's true!" The crow suddenly shouted. Sparrows feel a little embarrassed. "Yes, your honor, I called once ... but that was when the charges could be mitigated ..." "Ah ... what was that?" "That was after lunch, your honor! It is influenced by the heat of the wine ... that is, under its pressure ... it is required in a limited way, sir! " "What does it say?" "Whispered:' Long live freedom!' Then immediately added loudly. Within the scope permitted by law! "In the crow, in the sparrow." Yes, sir! "The crow replied." I, your Excellency, as an old sparrow of seven ordinary people, must not allow myself to take a serious attitude towards the issue of freedom, because this issue is not within the research scope of the department where I have the honor to work. ""Wow-it's true! " The crow gave another cry. You know, whatever you're sure of, it's all the same to her anyway. At this time, the stream rolled along the street, and they sang songs about the river, saying that in the near future, they would join the river at the end of their journey: "The vast and rushing waves will meet us, hug us and take us into the sea. Perhaps, the hot light of the sun will send us back to the sky, from which we will turn into cold dew again at night. Turn into snowflakes or downpours and fall to the ground ... "The sun, the bright and warm sun in spring, is smiling with God's smile in the bright sky. God is full of love and burning with creative enthusiasm. In the corner of the garden, on the branches of the old bodhi tree, sat a group of goldfinches, one of which was inspiring and singing a song about Haiyan to his companions. The song of Haiyan is on the vast sea, and the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory. Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea. The sea ducks also groaned-they, the sea ducks, could not enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the roaring thunder frightened them. Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel flies bravely and freely on the foam sea! Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust. Haiyan is shouting and flying, like black lightning, passing through the dark clouds like an arrow, and its wings sweep up the water droplets of the spray. Look, it flies like an elf-a proud, black storm spirit-it's laughing, it's howling … it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily! From the rage of thunder-this sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness, and it is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind roared past ... thunder roared ... piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant. -"the storm! A storm is coming! "This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and among the lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting: "let the storm come more violently!" ……"

Writing background

Gorky wrote this article on the eve of Lenin's Bolshevik overthrow of the czar's rule to encourage revolutionary fighters.

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