Father is old

I haven't seen him for a few days, and my father seems to be much older. His hunched body, with his left shoulder sunk deeply like a stone, was pressed against him. Leaning and curving body, walking hesitantly. blood-stained turbid

His eyes were filled with sadness. The stone-like wrinkles on his face tell the vicissitudes of the years. I can no longer find the radiant and fast-paced shadow of the past. Father is old, he is eighty-seven years old

Now, in our case, it is a real "old birthday star".

In the early morning, the sun filled the sky. In my father's courtyard, tall apricot trees are lush and lush. In the middle of the yard, there are a few large rocks on which are scattered a few pots of flowers. dew on flowers

Beads, against the backdrop of the rising sun, are delicate and beautiful, and they are colorful. The courtyard is a simple quadrangle with five tile-roofed houses facing south, with two wing rooms on the east and west sides, and the kitchen, pigsty, sheepsty, and toilet on the south side.

waiting. The pigsty and sheepsty were empty, and there was no sound of chickens and dogs. The breeze blew, and a few leaves fell rustling.

My father woke up from his sleep with a burst of pain all over his body, struggling to stretch his sore and swollen legs. The swollen right foot was full of shoes, "Hey, I ate well, my feet are still growing", my father

Secretly wondering. My father filled several tanks and cleaned the yard. As usual, today is the day to go to the market. Since my father fell a few days ago, his head is dizzy, and his legs are dizzy.

less flexible. Father shook his head and gave up the plan to go to the market. I have already missed two fairs, and my father is very sorry.

In rural areas with underdeveloped commerce, farmers' markets (bazaars) are particularly important. Going to the market is still a top priority in rural areas. Go to the market to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables, seeds and seedlings, buy some days

The usual necessities of life are enough to be used before the next market (one episode every five days). Those who raise livestock and grow vegetables come to the market early, hoping to sell at a good price. In the past, my father would

He was in a hurry, and he went very early. Most of the people who went to the market knew him and greeted him politely. My father smiled and asked about the market conditions one by one. My cousin once said jokingly, "Uncle, if you don't come,

The market can’t be opened.” In fact, when my father went to the market, he bought very limited things, nothing more than a few catties of fruit, a few biscuits, and occasionally some seedlings and seeds. My father went to the market, just to make it fun and watch the festivities.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd, listening to the high-pitched hawking, and admiring the dazzling array of commodities—the market is full of vigor and vitality, full of life.

Father's main room, also known as the main room, is facing the door with a rectangular table for offerings, with delicate patterns carved around the table, and the black and red paint has been mottled and turned gray and white. both sides of the table

It is a pair of lap chairs. The dark red old wall clock on the wall is still swinging leisurely. The big character "Fu" expresses people's hope for a happy life. On the table, the huge picture of my father is especially

Eye-catching: Father is hunched over, wearing a gray-blue top, with a golden "50th Anniversary of the Party" medal hanging on his chest, with smiles all over his eyes and mouth. In front of the photo, there is a red brocade

In the box, the words "50th Anniversary of the Party" are dazzling. In the brocade box, under the red ribbon, hung a heavy medal. The medal is golden and shining.

There are only seven people in this village who have won medals, and the party age is long enough. Father felt immense honor, pride, and a deep sense of belonging, and placed the medallion in the most prominent place. Come and show off

Yaofan asked, "Have you seen this thing?" The visitor shook his head. After showing it, his father said, "This is gold, right?" "It seems to be worth a lot of money." Father smiled proudly, "Let's

There are only seven people in the village." The people catered to them and said, "Yes, all of them have contributed to the country, and the country has not forgotten you! "One day, my father said to his brother with regret,

"This gold medal can be sold for a lot of money. I'm dead, but I can't spend it." The younger brother was not angry, and smiled at him: "After a hundred years, you will put it in a coffin and bury it together." Father Satisfied location

Nodding, thinking for a while, still worried, "No, what if the tomb robbers take it away... Oh, there are no tomb robbers now."

It has been more than two months since I got the medal, and my father still puts the medal in the most conspicuous place. The brocade box is covered with a thin layer of dust, but the glory and pride in my heart are still there.

Undercurrent surging.

With the passage of time, people have long forgotten about that golden medal, and no one cares about it on the road. The brocade box placed on the table became a statue, and fewer and fewer people came to watch it, and it was lively.

The courtyard was also restored to its former silence. The glory and pride that rose from the bottom of my heart burst like gorgeous soap bubbles in an instant. Feeling infinite loneliness and loss, my father murmured, "Neither

I like old men and old ladies, but the country likes them. Give 330 yuan a month, and you can't finish eating anything! .....This society is really good, and the past dynasties are not as good as the current ones. "I deliberately asked:

"What's the good thing?" "I don't pay the royal ration, but I give money to the old man. I sit still all day, and I have 11 yuan! How can there be such a good thing?!" Sure enough, contentment and gratitude are the sources of happiness. father

The pro never complains about society and is full of gratitude to the party and the society. But what my father didn't know was that the current price is no longer the same as the age of five cents for a cauldron. A while ago, my brother gave

My father spent nearly 4,000 yuan for a comprehensive inspection.

My father was diligent and thrifty all his life, cherishing time like gold. In my father's eyes, there was always an endless job: weeding the ground on sunny days, twisting twine and weaving wicker baskets on rainy days; watering the vegetable garden in the morning, fetching water, and cleaning the pigsty in the evening.

Father took care of the inside and outside in an orderly manner, and was never willing to take a nap. Now, my father can't go to the farm to cultivate, so he only opened a vegetable field outside the courtyard to grow some seasonal vegetables.

"For the rest of your life, the grass and trees are in autumn", and there are times when the leaves are drifting. Over the decades, my father sent away one relative after another: my grandmother, mother, aunt, uncle, uncle, aunt...

Friends of the same age also left him one after another, with loneliness, sadness, and fear written on their faces. "Oh, it's my turn soon," my father lamented, "I'm not afraid of death, I've lived twenty more years, and I should

Satisfied. It is the suffering before death...I have never hurt the law of heaven..." He understood what his father meant, he thought that he should not suffer a lot of pain if he had never done anything wrong. His father said to himself this since

I can't speak, I don't know what to say, I can only listen quiet