My father and mother loved writing very much. They copy scriptures every day and record trivial things in life with a small brush.

Unfortunately, my father suffered from laryngeal cancer at the age of 70, and my mother died that year.

My father discussed with our children and decided to surgically remove the focus of laryngeal cancer. For the sake of my father's early recovery, we agreed to the surgical treatment plan.

Everyone was happy and the operation was a success. However, from now on, my father will spend the rest of his life in a world without companions.

Fortunately, although my father lost his language function, his writing skills are very deep. After retirement, he often copied classics and practiced calligraphy to make his brain react flexibly.

I made many small notebooks for my father to put in his pocket and bought a big box of gel pens. When he goes out, he writes with a pen to communicate with others.

After a long time, someone called my dad dumb, but my dad didn't care and laughed it off.

Once, my father and I took a taxi to visit our relatives. After getting on the bus, my father took out the address written in advance and handed it to the taxi driver. The driver looked at me puzzled. I said, "This is my old father. He had an operation on his throat and could not speak. He carries a notebook and pen with him to communicate with people. " The driver suddenly smiled and said, "Grandpa, that's great. Your handwriting is really good!" " "

Father was praised by many people. He took his notebook and pen with him and lived happily and smartly, without sadness or sorrow; He spent fourteen spring and autumn years with his favorite notebook and pen.

My father left me the greatest spiritual wealth in the world, that is, to paint the most beautiful world with the pen in his hand. ...