as a teenager, I came to my uncle in Beijing from a distant town to study, because my uncle is full of yearning for learning.
My uncle came out from rural Hebei to work under the pressure of life when he was very young. First, he studied weaving in Shijiazhuang. He was diligent and hard-working, and he quickly mastered the weaving technology. Because of his ambition, he moved to Beijing to pursue better development. A poor boy with no education is left with hard work and diligence. I remember my uncle always said that he suffered from illiteracy in his life. In this way, my uncle has made unremitting efforts to grow into the section chief of the sales department of Beijing Yarn-dyed Factory, a window of a big factory and a position coveted by many people. My uncle is smart and capable.
We live near Beijing Flower Market, which is said to be a big quadrangle of the landlord's family in the past. We live in an inner and outer studio transformed from a stage. My uncle thinks that my hometown in Hebei is cold in winter, and always sends my grandparents to Beijing for the winter. In addition, I, a family of eight, were ignorant when I was a child. Now I think about it, the hardships and persistence always make my heart churn.
My uncle is the backbone of my family. He shows rare love for my children and takes great care of my aunt. From him, I have learned what a standard good father and husband are. Although I say little to my parents, I am very careful and considerate. I always try my best to help my uncle's family in the countryside. My uncle always tries to wholesale some salable fabrics to supplement his family's business. Now my uncle still uses furniture and sofas that I am familiar with. Seeing them reminds me of the scene where my uncle found a car and transported it all the way back. What is precious is not those objects, but a deep memory in them. For all the relatives around me, my uncle always shows deep affection for those who can ...
Numerous fragments flashed before my eyes.
In summer, my neat uncle always wears a moon-white short sleeve. When the 28-bicycle bell rings, he knows that my uncle has got off work, and then he walks in with a black leather bag. This scene is as clear as yesterday when I think about it now.
At that time, every household in the compound took turns to collect water charges. When I arrived at our house, my uncle always sat in front of the sofa and made a careful account reconciliation. Occasionally, if something went wrong, he would sigh with us about the importance of knowledge. Let's study hard.
My uncle loves to eat baked sweet potatoes and sesame paste cakes baked by my aunt. My uncle always jokes with my aunt that Shang Yulin can bake cakes all his life, and his eyes are full of happiness and love when he says this. Later, my uncle had been lying unconscious in bed, and my aunt talked to him every day. Sometimes we went to visit him, and my aunt always joked that, Li Guotang, you are up, and your heart is infinitely sour. The reality is always cruel. Lian Po is not old, and the cake is still there, so you can't eat it. I wish it were the smiling cookie eater at the dinner table ... I always think of it as an extravagant hope ...
I also remember that once my uncle's colleague gave me a big fish weighing 2 Jin, and every day when I was eating, he would tell me that this child loves fish and eat more. I remember eating that fish for almost a week, and I remember it for a lifetime.
Every time I have a parent-teacher meeting, my uncle will proudly say that when I went to the teacher, I always praised you, and I won the first place in the exam. That smug expression shakes in front of my eyes whenever I think about it. How eager my uncle is to learn ...
When I was at school, my uncle always called us to get up at six o'clock every day. Later, when my cousin went to work, she just called me one. When I was young and ignorant, I thought it was just a morning call. Only when I was a mother did I realize how many thoughts were hidden there.
The most regrettable thing about my uncle in this life is his health. When our living conditions are getting better and better, my uncle got Parkinson's disease prematurely. From the initial mobility inconvenience to bed rest in the later period, I witnessed with my own eyes his suffering and optimism, from the beginning of responding to our applause in bed and wrestling with us to holding our hands, from the beginning of vague speech to the end of only eye contact, and then most of the time it seems that he didn't recognize it. But always when my mother came to see him and called out to my brother, his eyes following the voice and silent tears really expressed his deep feelings, which made me sad in particular and always broke my heart when I remembered it. If he was unconscious, he was less painful, but he was really conscious, how could we understand what kind of suffering he was going through, and often he didn't dare to think about it carefully.
In the past ten years, my uncle has undergone tracheotomy again, and he can only rely on a tube to feed him with liquid food, which makes his quality of life even more worrying. However, in addition to the meticulous care of his cousins, there must be my uncle's strong willpower and endless love for his loved ones. Although he lay there with almost no communication, he made everyone feel the integrity and warmth of our home. The increasingly weak arms made us feel the tenacity of life again and again. And in such years, he is suffering from how not to be felt by us ...
The years are in a hurry, and he can't hide the past, which is intermittent and difficult to write. Always thinking about writing, some pictures blur your eyes. It turns out that all the drops have long eroded in the bone marrow and become a part of life. After a long time, they all become beautiful memories ...
At the age of 86, you chose to leave, putting an end to your life, leaving us with endless disappointment. Sadly, people have passed away, but I am glad that you have never left. But I just can't walk in the door and see you on the bed, I can't see your loving eyes, I can't shake your weak but warm arm, I can't call my uncle, I can't feel the safety of knowing that you are there even though there is a distance ...
There is love in the world, and the years are ruthless and empty!
the triviality of life always gives us too many excuses to get together and leave more, and now it all becomes guilt. Sometimes our thoughts are stupid, just thinking that we want to see, and people are there. However, I forgot that time passed and people died, and I forgot which turn turned into the final parting. Goodbye is already separated by Yin and Yang, and I am deeply grieved. Calling my uncle can only fall into my heart, and the eyes I am looking for are no longer seen ...
Empty feeling: There are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers to be folded.
if you want to repay your virtue, you will be extremely confused!
It's the seventh day's sacrifice. Light a column of incense:
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears become red rhododendrons. You should be drunk when you have wine in your life. A drop has never reached Jiuquan.
May you in heaven be treated tenderly and be healthy ...