Yu Dan-------"Thanks for Life"

----CCTV3 "Artistic Life Special Program---Qingming" Yu Dan's speech

< p>It’s Tomb Sweeping Day, which is a festival to be careful about the end and pursue the future. But Qingming is such a nice name, it is clear, it is bright, the kind of nostalgia in our hearts, I hope it is not heavy, but melodious, because we are grateful.

I say I am grateful for life, actually because during this holiday, the person I think about the most is my father. Just before I went on stage, Teacher Ma Weidu made me cry, but he was talking about my father, and my tears were already flowing down my face. I was thinking at the time, if he said father and I also wanted to say father, would I be afraid to repeat it to him? Won't. Because in a man's eyes, his father is like a mountain. His father is his role model, his role model, and his belief as a man. But in the eyes of a daughter, it can be said that for a woman, many of her initial beliefs about the world, men, and love come from her father. For a woman, whether she trusts love, trusts marriage, and trusts human nature is often not late from her first love. Start, but start with her father, because this is the first man she has known in her life. Is this man responsible? Does this person have a tender love? Teacher Ma just said that there are not many important things between him and his father, but in the eyes of a daughter, I think it is more delicate, but the difference is that before I say thank you, I first want to say that as a father, in a willful How many misunderstandings he had to endure as a pampered daughter grew up. I misunderstood my father for many years, even until he passed away. How did I feel about my father when I was a child? He is strict, because he was the first person who asked me to memorize poems when I was young, and he was the person who taught me classical Chinese. It was also because of him that I first came into contact with "The Analects" and "Zhuangzi". Later, when I went to college, I read It was a Chinese department, and I went to graduate school to study classical literature. My father would correct my papers, and I felt very annoyed when he was correcting them, because he was not just changing the meaning of the words for you, but he would also say which words you had written upside down. I thought he was very pedantic at the time. In his method of revision, every punctuation mark needs to be changed. If the structure of a word is not good, he will write it for you. If it is found that the pen is stuck upside down, he will rewrite it for you. How annoying it is. where! I never thought about whether he was annoying or not. He corrected all my papers in this way, but he still left me with a harsh impression.

After my father left, my mother told me something. She said that when your father was here, he never told you. She said something that I remember, which was my father's 60th birthday, when it was freezing in Beijing. I went out at noon that day and bought him a big cream cake. I brought it home from school and said, "Dad, I went to class in the afternoon. When I come back, let's have a birthday cake in the evening." My dad glanced at it and said: Hi! This is what you kids eat. I don’t like this. I left. Of course, when I came back from class, my father was very happy. Then we all had dinner. I made a greeting card for my father, and then we all cut the cake together. After we finished eating, I saw that he was eating too, and he was very happy, so we went there. . Twenty years later, after my father died, my mother told me a different version of the story. She said that after you left that afternoon, a son from our family friend came to the house. My father told him, he said: Taotao, your sister Xiaodan just bought this for my uncle, and I don’t want to eat it. Take this creamy thing and eat it! It was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. My mother said that my father started to circle around the house like a child who had made a mistake. My mother said: What are you doing? He whispered: I made a mistake, the girl bought it for me, I can't give it to anyone whether I eat it or not! Please help me figure out what color the cake box is. There seems to be writing on the cake. What is it? How many things can you think of? The two of us touched each other. I must buy a cake that the children can't see. Later, my mother said that a quarter of an hour before I finished school in the afternoon, my father came back panting with the cake and put it on the table. I didn't notice anything when I got home. So we still had a good birthday in the evening. I didn't know this story until many years later. Later I remembered that this was my father, a father who had been misunderstood by his beloved daughter. Growing up, my father set many rules for me. What I remember is often his severity, but I ignore the gentleness in his life. So actually on the day of Qingming, I remembered a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius" As the old saying goes, one should not know the age of one's parents, one should be happy and the other should be fearful. We really have to remember the age of our parents. Thinking of it makes me happy, if everyone is still here. But the other kind of mood is fear. How much time do we have left to fulfill our filial piety? I want to say that the father of a daughter is very happy. The daughter is considerate, coquettish and attached to her. But when the daughter is in adolescence, when she rebels, when she does not want to endure so much hardship to achieve a great career, when she falls in love, she must Both have gone against their father's wishes. So fathers, please wait until your daughters grow up, and wait for us. So I want to say that if there is a daughter of a father here today, let us understand him one day early while his father is still alive. If there is a father of daughters, please wait for your daughters.

So growing up is actually a very interesting thing. In the past, it was said that if you don’t raise children, you will not be grateful to your parents. The biggest regret in my life is that my father did not have time to see my children. It was only after I had my own child that I realized that I was very disdainful of my father at that time because he was walking down the street with a shaky cane and always teasing the children in other people's arms. I always found it annoying and I kept pulling him. Come on, I said don't disturb others, so he opened his mouth and held on to the child's little hand. I really feel bad that he didn't see my child. So I said that during the Qingming Festival, I hope to understand my father better on this day.

When I was backstage just now, the director told me that everyone can choose a bouquet of flowers to give to the person in their memory. I took this bouquet without hesitation. There were pine and cypress in this bouquet. Flamingo, this is a contradiction. This is my father. To outsiders, he is a pine and cypress. I have always regarded him as a role model like pine and cypress. But on the other hand, my father is a bright flamingo. There is always a fire in his heart. Tenderness, his love, his restrained tenderness. I picked up this bouquet and I felt that these two contradictory qualities were the complete father in me. I miss my father and my roots, so I want to say, be grateful for life on Qingming Day. We are grateful to our parents, to the world, to this land, to everyone we meet, and let this gratitude lead to a better understanding of our father, those who still have time to understand today, our own hearts, and the future.

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