Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 20 Cherish the affection of parents and leave no regrets (3)
He is different from normal children, his weak body can't support at all, and he will feel chest tightness if he sits for a long time.Many times, he squatted on his seat to attend lectures, read books, and write.Occasionally, when he had an attack in class, he would pinch the other arm desperately with one hand in order not to let himself cry out in pain.At a young age, he has a strong heart.In the year of graduating from elementary school, the walls of his home were covered with various awards, which was the most beautiful "poster wall" in his eyes.

In the year of the high school entrance examination, he was admitted to a key middle school in the city with a high score.But in the summer vacation of that year, he was admitted to a hospital in Beijing again.He was already sensible at the time, and he knew from the medical record card that he was suffering from a near-terminal disease.

For the first time in his life, he connected himself with death.

That night, my father was still the same as usual. He called his favorite meal and placed it on the cabinet beside the hospital bed. He called him by name and said, "It's all your favorite food! Eat it while it's hot..." He said in the I lay on the bed for an extra minute, in order to adjust my mentality and keep calm deliberately, but when I looked up and saw my father, he couldn't control his emotions anymore, and cried like crazy, as if the end was coming .With tears hanging all over his face, he choked up and asked his father, "Why? Why did you lie to me?"

At first, my father was taken aback, but then he turned his back and his shoulders kept shaking.Father cried, not knowing how to answer.In fact, at that moment, his father's pain was a hundred times stronger than his.

For the next three days, he didn't eat much and kept his eyes open at night.He was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

In the early morning of the fourth day, he cleaned himself up and sneaked out while the nurse opened the door of the ward.He knew that there was a pesticide seller not far from the hospital, and he wanted to buy medicine that could help him end his life.When he was discussing the price with the boss, his father suddenly ran in from the door and hugged him into his arms.His father hugged him too tightly, he felt that his eyes were pitch black, and it was difficult to breathe. He felt his father's body trembling. Although he couldn't see his father's face, he knew that his father must be crying.

That day, they went through the discharge procedures and returned to their hometown.At night, the family was sobbing, but my father didn't shed any more tears.He said: "Son, no matter how big the disaster, no matter how difficult the day is, we can bear it, you must not let it go!" He cried.He loves his parents so much that he doesn't want to drag them down; but his parents tell him that if he loves them, he should live strong.

A few days later, he heard from a neighbor that his father had gone to beg in a busy street.He hurriedly looked over and saw his father kneeling on the ground, with a sign hanging around his neck, which read: "My son is seriously ill and his life is in danger at any time. Kind people, I hope you can help my child and let him live." He got over it, he was only 16 years old..."

At that time, there were quite a few people onlookers, but most of them just watched the excitement, and even more people regarded their father as a liar.He saw with his own eyes that someone said "don't be fooled", and someone spit on his father... The father hung his head and said nothing.He pushed aside the crowd, threw himself on his father, hugged his father, and couldn't stop crying.

He begged his father not to do such a thing again, and his father agreed.After that, my father went outside to look for some more dangerous jobs, hoping to earn more money and save him the heart transplant surgery fee.

A heart transplant is probably the most likely way to extend his life.But where to find the source of the heart?He had all kinds of questions and worries in his mind, but he didn't say it.He knew that this was the hope that supported his father, and he couldn't bear to pour cold water on his father.

One day, when he was sorting his father's clothes, he accidentally found a letter.After reading the content, he was stunned.It was a letter to the relevant notary department, to the effect that he voluntarily transplanted his heart to his son.Accompanying this letter was an insurance policy for accidental casualties... In an instant, he understood everything.Father is working hard with his own life, and is willing to use his life in exchange for his survival.

He didn't know what else to say besides crying bitterly.That night, he talked a lot with his father, from childhood to the present, recalling the hardships of fighting the illness over the years, and experiencing the warmth and love his parents gave him.He told his father: "Life is not about length, but about quality. You and my mother have given me a lot. Even if I leave this world now, I have no regrets and am happy."

Father was silent, as silent as the stars that night.

One day half a year later, while my father was working on a construction site, he and a fellow worker accidentally fell to the ground from the fifth floor.When he arrived at the hospital, his father had stopped breathing.The workers who took him to the hospital said that after the father fell, he kept covering his chest with his hands... The son knew that his father was thinking about him and protecting his heart.He hoped that he would have the opportunity to transplant his heart to his beloved son.

I looked all over the starry sky, but I didn't find anything more brilliant than my mother's face; I walked all over the land, but I didn't find anything stronger than my father's shoulders. /Starting Platinum Writer Wangyu
Father's love, life and death, honor and disgrace
Ever since I was a child, I always neglected him intentionally or unintentionally, not because I was afraid of him, but because I thought he was "incompetent".In his whole life, he had never done anything earth-shattering, nor had he received any honors. Many people in the village said behind his back that he lived a "worse".Not good at words, honest, timid... This man is my father.

When I was a child, I was a naughty child who refused to obey discipline.I play truant almost every day, and I seldom stop to study. The teacher asks parents every few days.At the end of each year, my father always watched other people's children receive certificates one after another, but I kept silent with the failing grades.There was disappointment in his father's expression, but he didn't say anything.

I remember a mid-term exam in the fifth grade of elementary school. I failed Chinese and only scored more than ten points in math.The school directly ordered me not to go to school anymore, and asked my parents to handle the transfer procedures for me.After returning home, I told my father about the incident in detail, and my father was shocked at the time.He didn't scold me, just squatted on the ground, smoking a stuffy cigarette without saying a word.

The next day, my father led me to the principal's house with a basket of eggs.My father, who was originally not good at words, said all the good things in front of the principal that day, with a pleading tone in his tone, but the principal didn't forgive me and insisted on letting me transfer to another school.I thought that my father would take me away, but the next scene completely broke me--with a "plop", my father actually knelt down and begged the principal in tears: "For the sake of my old face, you can't help me!" Come on, let this kid stay! If he doesn't improve next term, you can fire him again, okay?"

My father used this method to save me from the misfortune of transferring to another school, but I felt that my father made me suffer a lot of humiliation and humiliated the whole family.Soon, this incident spread on campus, and I became the object of ridicule by my classmates. They gave me a very humiliating code name - "Kneeling Student".In order to restore my dignity, I changed my old lazy style and studied like crazy.It's just that I blamed all the harm this incident caused me on my father, and I believed in my heart that he was a "worse" person.

My academic performance quickly caught up.From the bottom one to the middle level, and from the middle student to the top top student.In the second year, for the first time in my life, I won the certificate of the three good students.When I returned home with the award in my hand and showed it to my father, my father walked around the two shabby rooms of our house as if he had drunk too much wine, muttering incessantly: "Where should I post it? Where should I post it?" In the end, my father pasted the certificate on the wall of the kang, where he could see it every day when he opened his eyes.

From then on, I could bring back several certificates every year, and honors such as "Three Good Students" and "Excellent Student Cadres" that I had never had in the past were also won by me.Every time, my father would stick them up solemnly.At that time, my family was very poor, and I couldn't even afford an ordinary New Year picture.But since these awards were obtained, there was an orange landscape in the small thatched cottage.Whenever there are guests at home, my father will tell each other that this is all mine.Sometimes, when my father chatted with the villagers, he would talk about my award with a smile on his face, looking satisfied and proud.But in my opinion, these "performances" by my father are really ridiculous.

In the first year of high school, I won the first place in the mathematics competition in the whole county. When I handed the certificate to my father, my father ran into the street like crazy, telling people everywhere: "My son I won the first place in the county, and I will definitely be admitted to a university in the future."

Some people in the village laughed at his father's simple and funny appearance, and some people saw his father showing off so much and felt sour, so they took the opportunity to expose his father's shortcomings: "Okay, have you forgotten the thing about kneeling for your son to go to school?" Convinced, he held up the certificate and said, "My son won the first prize. Does your son have one?"

The other party was still relentless, talking about his father kneeling down to the principal back then, the father who had always been timid and fearful, and endured humiliation suddenly lost his temper and even started fighting with him.For most of his life, that was the first time he had fought with someone.In the end, the honest father was beaten and had several broken ribs and was admitted to the hospital.At that time, although I also felt sorry for my father, I still felt that he was self-inflicted.

After my father recovered from his injuries and came home from the hospital, I vented the anger that had been pent up in my heart for many years, and said to my father, "Father, don't be so embarrassing again, okay? It's just a broken certificate. What's worth it?" Show off? If you didn't like to show off so much, you wouldn't end up like this today!" The father didn't say a word, sitting on the kang with his head bowed, like a child who has done something wrong.The more I talked, the angrier I became, I simply tore off a few certificates from the wall, and tore them to pieces while scolding my father.At this time, I found that my father's eye circles were red.

After school the next day, I found that the award certificate that I had torn up yesterday had been pasted up again and put back in its original position.My mother told me that my father stayed up all night because of these torn certificates.After hearing what my mother said, I thought to myself: Maybe my father has never won any honors in his life. Now that his children have achieved something, he can use this to make up for his vanity!
Three years later, I was admitted to university.My father changed from collecting awards to collecting my various certificates. After I graduated from college, the wall at home had been plastered.Every time I see this colorful earthen wall, I can't figure it out: What is the purpose of my father playing with these certificates?I even laughed at my father for being mentally distorted.

However, what really changed my view of my father was a sudden fire at home.

I did not see the accident with my own eyes, everything was told to me by my mother.At that time, my father had just returned from working in the field and saw the thatched hut at home was on fire, so he threw down his hoe and ran into the hut where the fire was burning and the smoke was billowing.Less than 10 minutes later, my father was covered in fire and ran out staggeringly, his arms tightly covering his chest, as if he was carrying a rare treasure.

As soon as my father ran out a few steps, the two huts behind him collapsed, and my father passed out.My mother ran over quickly, and carefully removed my father's tightly hugging arm, and what I saw was a stack of yellowed certificates—all the honors I have received since I was a child.

When I saw my father, he was lying in the hospital.The fire burned off my father's eyebrows, eyelashes, and even his hair, and there were many burns on his body.I feel that my father is getting old, and his cough is getting worse.My father opened those old and feeble eyes, looked at me lovingly, and said to me in a weak voice: "Son, none of your certificates of merit have been burned. When our family builds a new house, I will take them away." Paste."

My tears fell down involuntarily.I finally understand what my father has done these years. He is not greedy for vanity, nor is he psychologically distorted. The son itself is the work of the father. Every bit of progress made by the son is a certificate attached to the heart of the father. The success of the son is the father. The greatest honor and pride of my life.

Nothing can do your father more honor than that you have continued your studies with the utmost zeal and endeavored to become an honest and distinguished man. / German composer Beethoven
天下 的 妈妈 都 一样 的
There is a lunatic in the village who often wears a flowered jacket and goes to the mountains to pick jujubes. That person is my own mother.Since I was a child, I have been avoiding her and never called her "Mother".

16 years ago, when my father was working in a stone factory, his hand was accidentally strangled by a machine.Living in the countryside, with a poor family background and a disability, he has not yet married a wife at the age of 30.In desperation, grandma had no choice but to call the shots and let my mother, who had no parents at that time but only elder brother and sister-in-law, follow my father.However, not long after I was born, my grandma kicked my mother out of the house, because the family really couldn't afford a idler who couldn't do anything.

When I was 6 years old, my mother who had been away from home for more than five years actually came back by herself.She didn't dare to enter the house, so she sat on the stone mill at the entrance of the village and looked at my house from a distance.As soon as she saw me, she ran over quickly, stuffed the dirty balloon she picked up from nowhere into my arms, and kept saying, "Honghong...ball, ball..."

The little friends in the village grinned and smiled, and I looked at the stupid and dirty mother, turned my head and ran away.What I didn't expect was that my grandma, who has always been strong, led my mother into the door together with my father this time.I didn't grow up with my mother since I was a child, and I felt unfamiliar when she came in. I didn't give her a good face at all, and I didn't call her "mother", and I was rude when I spoke.However, as soon as my mother saw me, she would grin, no matter how much I "yelled" at her.

Soon, I went to elementary school.My father helped a fish farmer in a neighboring village to visit the fishponds, earning 50 yuan a month, and the family's life was much better than before.

One day when I was in the third grade, it suddenly rained heavily, and my grandma asked my mother to bring me an umbrella to the school.The dirt roads in the country are muddy when it rains, and my mother may have fallen a lot on the road, and she looks like a mud monkey, standing by the classroom window and smiling at me, chanting: "Honghong...umbrella... "

Several boys in the class giggled, and the boy named Liu Tong took the lead in booing, and I got into a fight with him, blushing.Seeing this scene, mother ran in from the outside like crazy, grabbed Liu Tong, dragged him outside the house, and threw him into the pond at the door.After that, my mother led me away.

That day was the first time my mother and I shared an umbrella.

I thought this was the end of the matter.Unexpectedly, a terrible scene happened in the evening.Just after dinner, a group of middle-aged men with knives and sticks broke into my house, smashed the house to pieces without asking any questions, and asked my family to pay 1000 yuan for medical expenses. Fire burned down our house.

The family had no money to compensate others, so the father, who was so angry and annoyed, had to take off the belt around his waist and beat his mother to death.Seeing this scene, the Liu family's heart was finally settled, and the matter was finally settled after the mediation of the police station.That time, our family didn't pay a penny, but my mother was beaten black and blue.

Time passed quickly, and I was admitted to high school with excellent grades.The school is far away from home, and the homework is very intense, so I seldom go home.During the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination, my grandmother, who was suffering from overwork, passed away, and my father was still looking after the fish pond in the neighboring village, earning some money every month.In order to save money, I always eat food delivered from home, and the task of delivering food for me naturally falls on my mother.

(End of this chapter)