When we were young, our first mortal enemy was either our father or our mother. Mostly serious fathers. Because we were passionate when we were young, it was always our parents when we were reluctant to be interrupted after having fun as a child. A slightly grumpy father, ranging from a roar to a clubbing service. At this time, my loving grandmother is my greatest savior and comfort. After being scolded, grandma comforted softly; When I was beaten, my grandmother resolutely protected me behind me; When she is wronged, grandma gently touches and conjures up the candy … (Father who is both grumpy and loving) Most boys have restless genes in their blood, which will let boys release their naughty energy all their lives when they are children. Digging out the bird&;s nest, playing with mud, jumping in the reservoir for wild swimming, there will even be a highlight moment to see who eats the most soil … Every family in the north has a circle of courtyard walls to surround their homes. The most favorite and practical weapon for installing anti-theft weapons on the fence is glass ballast. When building the fence, the tip of the broken glass is facing up and the bottom is fixed in the mud of the courtyard wall. If you dare to climb into the house and steal something, the glass ballast is the first pass. When I was a child, during the winter and summer vacations, when my parents went to work in the fields, I was very entangled at that time. I don&;t want to be locked at home to do my homework. I want to work with my parents in the fields, but I can&;t stand the pain of working. It&;s even more uncomfortable to hold back at home, and I can&;t write my homework. Is there anyone to play with? The most boring. Occasionally, when I am locked at home and agitated, my heart will make my head have a voice telling myself: Go out, the outside world is wonderful, with birds&; nests to dig out, friends to accompany me, and swimming in the reservoir ….. But when I look at the towering fence in an instant, the light reflected by the green glass ballast is reflected on the wall. Quickly and consciously dismissed the idea of going out. At this time, my biggest savior is my grandmother. Grandma lives next door to my house. I will move a stool, stand on the stool and shout loudly to my grandma, and grandma will ask me what&;s wrong, so I will pretend that I have a terrible stomachache. Grandma believed it at first, so she quickly opened the door and came to see me. After I was naughty with my grandmother, I took the opportunity to grab the door and run away. After using it several times, grandma still &”;believed&”; my words, but every time I ran away, she shook her head helplessly. Every time, my father looked at my grandmother helplessly and didn&;t talk. I was crazy after sneaking out, but I still didn&;t want to go home when it was time for dinner. On the one hand, I feel that I haven&;t enjoyed myself yet, and on the other hand, I am afraid that I will be beaten again when I get home. Finally, at night, my father came to my friend&;s house with a livid face, twisted my ear and pulled it back. It hurt so much that I shouted that I was wrong. After returning home, I consciously lay on a stool with trepidation, waiting for a spanking. At this time, I hope my grandmother happens to be in my home. So that I can avoid a beating. (Naughty child beaten on a stool) But often at this time, grandma will eat at her own house. At first, I was a little spineless, and I endured it. But as I get older, I&;m still playing.My heart is full. Father is angry, but the fight is getting heavier and heavier. I can&;t hold on to what little backbone I have. At this time, when I was lying on the stool, I deliberately turned my head towards my grandmother&;s house. After I started to be beaten, I desperately shouted at my grandmother. Grandma, who is separated by a wall, can definitely hear. Every once in a while, grandma comes and pushes her father away. Pull me up and stand in front of me … My mother will also persuade my father when he hits me, but my father will never pay attention to my mother. Only grandma will directly separate my father from me and protect me. Father is helpless. Father had no choice but to stop hitting me. By the time I was in junior high school, I had already started studying on campus. Go home once a week. Grandma doesn&;t have to protect me, but she will cook some dishes that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year when I come home every week. Reward me and add some oil and water to me. Plus a delicious meal cooked by mother. When I was in junior high school, what I looked forward to most was going home a week later. When I was in junior high school, it was also the time for my children to rebel. What I dislike most is still my father. As long as my grades are slightly poor, just stare at me and yell at me. I would be scared to death. Until one time, because of my negligence, I completely failed in the exam. When I got home, my father dragged out the stool I was lying on when I was a child. It was almost the same as a conditioned reflex, and I lay down very familiar. Father took off his sandals and pulled them off. Once, twice, three times … At that moment, I firmly believed that my father was a stepfather! I hate my father to the extreme. I even secretly vowed that I would try my best to enter a farther university in the future. It&;s best never to see my father again. When we were young, junior high school students were admitted to senior high school, and not all students were able to go to senior high school. At that time, if the family with excellent grades was in difficulty, they would choose to take the technical secondary school directly from junior high school. Because jobs will be assigned after graduation from technical secondary school. My father hoped that after forcing me, I would be able to enter the technical secondary school directly. It is the iron rice bowl. It is also a complete national meal. However, I am so playful that I simply don&;t realize the benefits of the so-called distribution of work that my father said. Still learning with the flow. Academic performance is always in the upper-middle position. There is no chance to pass the secondary school. Even if you relax your study a little, you won&;t even get into high school. However, after being beaten, the academic performance has improved. In this way, I was successfully admitted to high school. When we were in high school, we also lived on campus and went home once a month. Just one morning when I was in the third year of high school, my uncle&;s brother came to see me at school. I was in class at that time. After my brother made it clear to the teacher, the teacher returned to the classroom and asked me to pack my books and go out. My brother was outside. I was a little surprised to leave the teacher. After seeing my brother, I quickly asked what was going on. My brother didn&;t say anything, but asked me to put away my books and go home with him. I still look surprised. But I saw my brother with a serious and slightly sad face. I realized that it should be some bad news. On the way back, I still couldn&;t help asking my brother again, what happened.My brother looked at me after a long silence and said, grandma may not be able to do it. In a flash, I only felt a loud roar in my brain and blood rushed to my forehead. Holding my head in my hands, tears flowed out in an instant, dripping on the floor of the bus one by one … until I was woken up by my brother, my whole brain was confused. There is no thinking to dominate yourself. When I got off the bus and was woken up by my brother, my only thought was to get home as soon as possible. Sitting in the back seat of my brother&;s motorcycle, I heard the whistling wind coming from my ears, but there was only one picture in my mind, that is, the picture of my thin grandmother guarding me … When I got home, my father stood at the gate of my grandmother&;s yard, greeting relatives and friends coming and going with a big smile. The moment I saw my father&;s smile, my dislike for my father changed instantly. Turned into hate! I bypassed my father and rushed into grandma&;s house. Seeing my grandmother lying in bed still kind, I called out to her softly, for fear that my voice was too loud to disturb her sleeping grandmother … My aunt cried and reminded me that Qing, grandma left in the early hours of the morning and she couldn&;t hear me. I can&;t control my emotions completely. I screamed at my grandmother out of control, over and over again … When I woke up again, I was already lying in my own house. It turned out that I fainted from grief. Mother sat at the end of the bed with her back to me and sobbed quietly. I immediately struggled to sit up. I was going to see my grandmother. Mother sensed the ity. Turn around and hold me down and say, grandma has left, so don&;t go. Grandma wouldn&;t want your children to send her away if she were alive. Mother said softly. I didn&;t insist any more. I slowly lay down again. After grandma left, I once again saw my father drinking with relatives and friends, and from time to time he leaked a smile on his face. I have never hated and hated my father as much as I do now. I think father did it on purpose. Because grandma protected me before her death, she stopped his temper from breaking out. A week later, I went back to school. Half a year later, I graduated from high school, regardless of the opposition of the whole family. I still applied for a university in Ningxia, and I volunteered for a university in Hefei, Anhui Province. Finally, I was admitted to the school in Hefei. Repeatedly insisting on sending me to study, I flatly rejected my father&;s proposal again and again. My father didn&;t lose his temper for the first time, and he didn&;t insist on going with me again. I spent more than a month smugly for my only victory since I was a child (compared with my parents sending their children to school, I went alone with my luggage). In my sophomore year, it was almost summer vacation. The students are packing their bags in advance and getting ready to go home. But I didn&;t clean up at all. Because I don&;t want to go back. I want to stay in Hefei to work and study to make money. My classmates all think that I make too much money. But only my best friend knows because I don&;t want to go home and see my disgusting father. Just a few days before the holiday, I received a message from my brother at home, and my uncle passed away. Think of uncle&;s loving face. I didn&;t delay at all. I packed my luggage quickly and asked for leave to go home early. depend onAlways sitting in the back seat of my brother&;s motorcycle made my mind instantly return to a few years ago … After I got home, my sad mood could no longer be controlled. I came to my uncle&;s house and let me see my father&;s smile! I didn&;t look at him in anger and went directly to my uncle&;s house. I knelt down respectfully and kowtowed. Get up and help the crying mother. My nose was sour, and my tears stayed … After two or three days, my father has been helping my uncle. One night, I woke up suddenly and went to the toilet. Quietly came to the yard, I saw a back. That&;s father. Father is still mumbling something. I stopped and did not move. Listen carefully to what my father is saying. When I looked at my father&;s back carefully, I found that his back was very thin and thin, and his shoulders were shaking. Father said in a low voice, Mom, eldest brother came to see you … Whispering to my father here, I couldn&;t control myself any longer, and the sobbing came, and my shoulders trembled even more … I suddenly had a fog in front of me, my nose was very sour, and tears flowed down. The crying voice can&;t help it. At that moment, I felt that my disgust and hatred for my father, which I had suppressed for so many years, seemed to be lost. My heart is empty in an instant. My crying disturbed my father. Father quickly looked back and found it was me. Without saying anything, he got up and went back to his room … That night, I completely lost sleep. I realized that what I thought might be wrong. The next day, I couldn&;t wait to find my mother and told her about the father I saw last night. Mother sighed and said, this is the fifth day. What do you mean when I ask my mother? Mother said, this is the fifth day after your uncle died, and your father didn&;t sleep. He couldn&;t sleep at all and thought I was asleep. He secretly got up and went to the yard to cry … Actually, I know, I didn&;t say that … My mother went on to say that when your grandmother died, your father got up and went to the yard every night for more than a month … (Network photo: lonely and sad father) My father&;s personality was stubborn, and it was useless for my mother to persuade him. So my mother simply stopped persuading me. Just make the food more nutritious during the day. Let father replenish his strength. When grandma left, uncle was far away from home and didn&;t come back Father still has a lot of complaints about uncle. However, after the death of my uncle, my father stood up resolutely and handled everything in one hand. I didn&;t go back to school during the whole summer vacation. For the first time, I learned to cook with my mother at home. Although my mother was a little surprised, her mother, who has always been indifferent to things, didn&;t ask much. Teach me to cook the meal hand in hand. I also study very hard. My father still goes to work at the construction site every morning. Two days before the end of the summer vacation, I went to the market with my mother and bought a lot of ingredients with the money I saved from my work-study program. Most of them are my father&;s favorite. Especially braised pig&;s head meat. It&;s my father&;s favorite appetizer. Before my father came home from work, I was the chef and my mother helped me. I cooked twelve dishes. Meat dishes are the majority. With a few seasonal vegetables.Both the color matching of the whole table and the state of the dishes are mouth watering … When my father came home, he saw a table full of dishes and paused. He turned to look at his mother and said, What&;s the good news? Mother nodded and said, well. Father looked at me doubtfully, but I didn&;t say anything. Mother said, you hurry to wash your hands and have dinner. Father nodded and went. When my father came back, I had already poured the wine for my father, and the wine was overflowing. I feel fragrant even if I don&;t drink. I poured myself a cup slowly. Father looked at the bottle in my hand and then at the glass in front of me. Father frowned, but immediately stretched out. I raised my glass, stood up, and respectfully said to my father, Sir, I propose a toast to you. I was wrong. I was completely wrong. Say that finish, I looked up and drank the wine in the cup. The feeling of drinking for the first time was very strange, with some spicy feelings, but after a little aftertaste, it was a bitter taste, and at the last touch of the mouth, there was a faint sweetness … I cooked this table of food, I said, my mother directed it, and the wine was bought with the money I earned from work-study programs. I am young and ignorant, but now I understand that I was wrong, and I was completely wrong. I hope you can forgive me, father. My father looked at me stupefied for a while, and then looked up and drank it. When I sat down, I clearly saw tears rolling down from the corner of my father&;s eye. I quickly got up and filled my father&;s small glass. In an instant, a family of three fell into silence. For a long time, my red-eyed mother whispered, Eat your food, it&;s cold … I was unconscious that night. Before going back to school, my mother said that my father stayed in the yard all night that night … My mother said that my father didn&;t have any complaints about the hard and tired farm work and the exhausted construction site work. But when grandma and uncle died, they were on the verge of falling down. Father was the pillar of the family when grandma died and uncle died. My father didn&;t have time to grieve, because all the things he did could only be carried by his father. After graduation, I settled in Anhui. Father&;s idea. Because my father thinks I fit in here. I am very confused about whether to go home or settle in Anhui. My father told me in an unquestionable tone that Anhui is good and suitable for you. I chose to listen. The only criterion for my father to make this decision is to benefit me and suit me. My father came to my place several times, but he only stayed for a few days and then went back. Because the language and diet here make my father feel strange. I still regret it. I shouldn&;t have listened to my father again. My father still insists on going to work on the construction site. My parents not only don&;t spend the money I give them every year, but instead return it to me with the opportunity to wrap red envelopes for their children, and add some extra money. I know I can&;t beat my father and mother. But I know one thing: when my parents need me, that&;s when I go all out. At that time, no one can beat me … As a father, every time I call home, I tell my mother to take care of me when I was beaten on my stomach.The bench … Because my mother said that whenever I talk like this, my father will grin when he hears it … (The bench that hurts and relies on memories) Now I have developed a habit of collecting wine, whether it is new wine or old wine. I can&;t help but collect a different wine every month. Regardless of the pric——&;s father likes to drink. Once a year, I go home with a firm thunder. All they brought were wine … My parents had only one simple wish, that is, they hoped that everything would be all right with us. As children, we must also correspond to a pure thought, that is, feedback. Bottom line: When I was young, I didn&;t understand what I wanted, but I understood what I wanted … (When I was young, I didn&;t understand what I wanted, but I understood what I wanted.) When my parents were handling the funeral, their inner pain was no less than anyone else&;s, but as the pillars of their fathers, they had no time to grieve. Because they need to do everything. But once in the dead of night, that kind of loneliness and grief will flood in like a tide, which will instantly make our fathers&; determined bodies stoop ….. Understanding their parents is the most important time for us to begin to understand, and once we begin to understand, our fathers will ignite burning confidence. Because this is the beginning of the real communication between children and their parents. Looking back, it has been more than ten years since I began to understand, and there is not much time left for me to feed my parents. I only cherish every moment. Even a phone call every once in a while is a great event for parents to be happy for a few days ….. The full text ends, with a total of 5,400 words. Poor inherit the wind, he will never change his mind. (Poor inherit the wind)