Father as a mountain

Today is June 20, Father's Day is one year. The father will not know, like a mother does not know as well as a Mother's Day.
On this special day, those on the father and my past once again in my mind, so clear.
I just started when the 80 came to this world, as the first generation of my only child, memory is retained up to the mountain's father, this will always be my most warm place.
father was an ordinary rural teachers, but also the mainstay of the home. father, a total of nine brothers and sisters, grandparents had won favor because, it became the only home school students. Grandpa and Grandma have been died and his father 16 years old, his father's back and a younger brother (my younger brother) and two sisters (my Sangu and Kou Ga), in order to take care of everything at home, he gave up despite the recommendation of others to discourage the University the opportunity to return to the village primary school were the only teacher in his hometown. At that time a poor family in particular, is the father of all of the economic income of 30 dollars a meager monthly wages, listen to my aunt, I often cry because of hunger, each When this time around my mother cry, my father held my hand, while comforting, while sighing.
hit I can remember, most of the time spent in his father's shoulder, listening to him the Analects, the Education I'm back Three Character Classic, along with the golden glow, holding my father wanted to holding the rising sun. the warm shoulder, so I think this is the highest in the world I am the only big.
primary school until graduation , my father took me to school every day is always the hand, has been to the school. Sometimes I have reluctantly had more than once one has unfettered Imagine going to school, now think of it, I am so ignorant. was in the village condition limited, to not let us drop out of school or boarding school very early onto the road, he offered to assume all of the primary school teaching. to the two five-grade classroom, students take turns more than 40 classes, tiredness can be desired but known, but he has always been optimistic, open-minded, never heard complain about the bits and pieces.
childhood so I grew up in his father's side, as long as he was in school, I would feel comfortable What do the first thought is to ask his father, feeling he is the smartest person under the sun. but also because of his father, a child I even admired teacher, and his personal charm, to make the eyes look very ordinary people working in his son's eyes turned into a great career.
grow up, always thought that treason is the color of youth, have disdain for his father's exhortations, my father and I gradually began to have the diaphragm, the old feeling between us proper way impassable ravines. So we less and less dialogue, so that high school, my father and I were spent during the Cold War. The most memorable is the first year did not go to college, I feel ashamed , review of a year at home, as long as I'm still learning every night, he would sit in another room, until I turn off the lamp. Whenever I want to give up, I saw under the door into the exposed lights, and told himself to adhere to. until the day before leaving for college, my father and I only came to an end of the Cold War.
college, whenever a holiday home, his father always stood in the bright glow, such as an imposing mountain, silently watching the vehicles, waiting for his son to return. remember that as a sophomore, I got a second-class scholarship, winter vacation home, father, happy, drunk, let me He washed feet, I am unwilling to put his father's feet on the tub where the Han, but happy to be the father of the minor humming. The next day, the father of the minor mother said last night hh
sing for a long time after graduation, I had also become a respected teacher, however, was my childhood dream has changed. my father did not want to stick to this, decided to take a look at the outside world, angry father, the mother in tears. ; teachers how, holding the national finances, living a stable life, watching groups of kids go to college, so proud of you does not satisfy your career? teacher, has been what? not that old yellowed piece has excellent educators r l plaque it? such as Jane and every day like a treasure of the rub and scrub, interesting? can turn into money or a right? Dad, I really do not want to repeat, so that over a lifetime, I can not be reconciled. .
acquisitiveness of touch in the secular, the resolutely embarked on a journey, left the house. half of the North drift, and then all the way south, to now walk in the international metropolis, of which the difficulties of life, nothing to eat full day, and even now still wandering into a Hunzai, where I do not want to repeat again. I just want to tell myself over the original father is old broke his heart, a lifetime of penance I can not make up his this love.
year after suffering heart prompted me to write a letter to his father, finally obtained his own way in a safe inside. After traveling call home, the mother said, from my left, his father every night drinking, drunk, just say turn iron into steel. That day, I received a letter sent, the father cried. This is the first time my father had ever shed tears, and even grandparents died, he .2006 did not cry out before the Spring Festival, the father called from home, he let me go home New Year, my eyes covered with a layer of mist. Although it is only a very brief few words, but in my few words from his , felt his father loved me.
Today, a filial son, wandering thousands of miles outside the city, although the flowers are in bloom, is not home. often walking in the street, watching the surging flood the flow of people, overwhelming the hearts of would-like hit desolate; Listen children babbling child with a tender father shouted vague sound, only a moment, let me burst into tears. finally understand that his father had insisted Let me be a teacher, that is, I hope I have a stable job, a stable life, a warm family, this is a straightforward man, naked and eager for the outpouring of love child is born in the last century, a fifty- life's persistent desire for the elderly. And I have been so cold against his will, 30 years old, always thought he grew up, so it seems, he is still a child, did not accompany their parents around, a moment has not grown up .
to the hustle of the city a few years, and I just realized, how eager he is to live a quiet life. But, I know, I was the only son of my father, me, his flow blood, we have similarities in character. My criteria for life.
so many years later, that very enthusiastic father, the hometown people always find something to help his father, who always do their ability to do a good father, that the affinity of their own and efforts by the villagers in exchange for the trust and respect of his father, who has gradually bent back upright, vigorous steps have been gradually faltering, he effort to satisfy my vanity, I never understand his silence. I trod the backbone of his high station to be never thought he could bear the weight of the backbone.
morning, I sent a text message to his father: Dad, today is Father's Day mm your holiday! at the moment, a thousand words million words could not have expressed my gratitude to you, I only way silently through the s to you, I wish you a happy holiday! good health! Cheers!!! Although it is tacky, but I know it has moved father. Sure enough, after a while children he called, I hung up, and then back to the past. I asked a lot about the current situation at home, but also hope that he pay more attention to the body, and hypocritical to do good to my mother, and reward about the family pillar. father had little to say to one: moved accompanied by a trace of guilt in my heart, wet eyes. Maybe his mouth enough to benzene, but not reticent silence, few words from his father, I love to read his mind.