Dad, you have worked hard. When you went to Xiqing to cut bamboo, you met many iron brothers. Even now, I come to see you every March 3rd to reminisce about the past. One of them has both parents passed away, and you have been taking care of him as an older brother during those days, which was very hard. I still remember that later when the villagers went to Xiqing to cut bamboo, the people there refused to give it to them, but you stepped in to solve the problem because they were all your brothers. Dad, it must have hurt that time! The moment you collided with that Dongfeng truck was probably three o'clock in the morning that night... Mom was crying like a tear. Mom said: The wheel ran over your ribs..." Mom thought it was a miracle that we were separated from you. The doctor from the National People's Hospital said. Your tenacious survival is because you care about your mother and miss your home. , Don’t worry about us. It’s God’s favor for good people... Dad! You are my pride... Dad, maybe you feel sad that you didn’t see grandma... but mom hates grandma because of it... You are as good to grandma as ever. ! You are a good son...a good father...a good husband. My good example...Dad! It must have been painful that time too, when the tractor was heading back home with a load of bamboo. The accident happened again, and the rear wheel bearing suddenly broke... (due to aging) you were thrown out violently... lying in a pool of blood. After being notified by the villagers, my mother stopped her farm work and burst into tears before she could change her clothes. The face-washing day has passed, and I know she misses you deeply... She goes back and forth between home and the hospital every day, taking care of us as well as you. Mom... you have worked hard... Do you still remember Jialing Motorcycle? There was a car accident...Dad! You still made it through...Dad! I love you...

A journey of growth with you forever. May my blessings float across the ocean with the wind, just like The gentle breeze caressing your aging cheeks in the hot summer day.

On September 4, 1992 in the lunar calendar, at the People’s Hospital of Mutang Town, Danzhou City, my birth brought you pain. , but there is a sweet smile on your face... The memory of childhood is like a watercolor painting, which is beautiful. However, it slowly fades under the erosion of the hourglass of time, but a certain color is always as clear as yesterday.

"It's very serious, I hope you are mentally prepared. "Mom, I remember your tears kept flowing, and my father was shaking his head helplessly... and turned around and left the ward. I was five years old at that time. During those years, I was very poor, and asthma had been tormenting me for a whole ten years. I know that the mental torture in your heart lasted for more than ten years... and that experience when you were five years old almost caused you to have a nervous breakdown. You hardworking people went to work in the fields early in the morning. That day, I felt so tired. Tired. “Mom, where are you? "There is an obsession in my heart that I want to hug you and go to sleep. My frail and sick body makes my legs feel like lead. The short distance from home to the stream is so slow and long. Finally I reach the stream. I have thought about this. "I'm so sleepy, it's dark, I'm going to bed, mom, hold me, I'm crying..." I fell down by the stream and my tears kept flowing... When I opened my eyes. At this time, I don’t know how many days have passed. Mom, you smiled, but why did you cry? But I don’t know what it means to wake up this time... "I just want to take a look at my mother. "So I woke up... The oxygen tank stood above my head, and the thing covering my nose made me feel so comfortable... But I didn't know that this made the family's financial burden even worse. I never understood the relationship between you and grandma. So stiff. A few days before I was about to come to college, you told me that my father was the eldest son, and my grandmother also had seven children. At that time, the idea was that more children would bring blessings. As the eldest son, my father was forced to drop out of school when he reached the sixth grade. , you said that your father is very smart. The hardships his father has endured are unimaginable in our generation. He has been doing farm work since he was a child, but he still cherishes the opportunity to study. Due to various reasons, his father was still very thin when he was eighteen years old. , but there is a perseverance, seemingly weak, but able to stand alone. At that time, people in the village were weaving bamboo baskets. It is unimaginable that my father could weave more than forty baskets every day, and you had to take them to the market to sell every morning. , usually it takes three days for people in the village to sell it. My father loves to drink, and he always expects you to buy some food to go with the wine. You and your father have always been very frugal and have no complaints, so we are brothers. It is your credit that all seven sisters can go to school. The tuition expenses at that time were unimaginable. I remember that the principal of the primary school trusted you very much. He would repay the tuition owed when he said he would pay it back, and he would pay it back when he had no money. Selling rice.

There are eight acres and two acres of the field. Even with the help of your eldest brother and sister, they are still young and you are reluctant to let your brothers and sisters do it. It is you and your father who are working hard. Under the scorching sun, you are still going on and don't go home at noon. , did not return until seven or eight in the evening, a typical example of leaving early and returning late. "When you were just born, the family planning policy was very tight and they gave you to grandma to take care of you. After only two days, grandma said she couldn't take care of you because you were crying. How can a baby not cry? So she held me on the mountain. In order to avoid the government, mosquitoes as big as peas buzzed every night... It was at that time that you got the root of your illness. Your grandma is a strong person, but she doesn't give your dad any help, but your dad doesn't want others to talk about you. Grandma's bad words were not good for her. "Why did my mother hide from the government? Because the medical equipment at that time was not good in all aspects, and sterilization surgery was prone to infection and death. There are several cases in the village that have died due to this reason. You are also afraid, afraid of leaving us brothers and sisters to our father... When I was a child, I had to take medicine for three meals a day. I still remember that time, when I was in the second grade in the village, I collapsed in the classroom without any warning. That time I had acute hepatitis A and my eyes were golden. Later, my sister told me that my mother was crying every night... After a full week of treatment in the town, I remember the doctor said at that time: "Quick, this child's eyes have gold..." He was actually talking about my symptoms... The doctor said to you Said: "If you believe me, give him to me! About a week, otherwise, you will be sent to the People's Hospital for treatment immediately." I don't know how determined you are to hand me over to the doctor. , a week, I know you have been worried about that time, your temples were white... I remember, I remember it all. After I got home, I couldn't stop crying. Mom, I love you, Dad, I love you. I know you have been relying on your mother...Mom, I know you have some superstitions. You always draw lots for me, which can bring you some comfort. Dad, you have been supporting the whole family during the days when my mother took care of me. In the village, dad, you were the first to create the outside world. The eldest brother, the second brother, and the eldest sister were not as lucky as us and could receive a good education in the later days. I still remember your 28-type bicycle. You used this bicycle to save my uncle's life...My uncle is now famous. Even if I have forgotten the kindness you gave me back then and your support when I was studying, you are the most frowned upon now. I don't always talk about it like my mother, but I understand that you feel uncomfortable. You are not a saint. You hope that your uncle can help us. Dad, do you still remember your walking tractor? You opened a road for the village. Your notebook is full of debts owed to you by the villagers. You never asked for every debt, and your mother always complained. You understand other people’s struggles…. Do you still remember that in the town, I invested in building a building with my uncle and roped in my eldest brother? It can be said that we lost everything. You smile bitterly, you only have a 100-yuan refueling fee... All the money you earned from driving a tractor was wasted. I don’t know how you spent those days, Dad! It must be hard, right? Mom cried. "Your dad, you walked through the gate of hell several times and couldn't bear to leave us behind, so you came back!" Dad, if you had fallen at that time, would we still be here today? What my mother said was very brief, but it made me so worried.