After reading this article, I was very moved. The main story is that in that year, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed over. It was a day when misfortune never comes singly. My father said, "Don't be sad because things are like this. Fortunately, there is no way out. When I go home to sell the pawn, my father paid back the deficit; and I borrowed money to do the funeral. These days, the family is very miserable, half for the funeral, half for my father's job. After the funeral, my father wanted to go to Nanjing to find a job, and I also wanted to go back to Beijing to study, so we went together. We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket, and he was busy looking after the luggage.
There is too much luggage. I have to tip the porter before I can go there. He was busy bargaining with them again. I was too clever at that time. I always felt that he didn't speak very well and had to cut in. But he finally settled the price; Just take me to the car. He picked me a chair near the door; I spread the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the way and be alert at night to avoid catching cold. And asked the tea house to take good care of me. I secretly laughed at his pedantry; They only know the money. It's a waste of money to entrust them! And can't I take care of myself at my age? Alas, I think now, it was really smart at that time! Dad, let's go.
”He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges. You stay here. Don't walk around." I saw several sellers waiting for customers outside the platform fence over there. To get to the platform over there, you must cross the railway, jump down and climb up again. Father is a fat man, so it will be more difficult to walk there. I was going, but he refused and had to let him go. I saw him wearing a small black cloth hat, a big black cloth jacket, and a dark blue cotton gown. He staggered to the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not difficult. But when he crossed the railway, it was not easy for him to climb the platform over there.
He climbs up with both hands, and his feet shrink up again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing an effort. Then I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears for fear that he or others might see it. When I looked out again, he had already held the red orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked. When I got here, I hurried to help him. He and I went to the car and put all the oranges on my fur coat. Then he pounced on the mud on his clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm going; write over there!" I watched him go out.
He walked a few steps, looked back at me, and said, "Go in, there is no one inside." When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and my tears flowed again. In recent years, both my father and I have been traveling around, and the situation at home is getting worse day by day. He went out to make a living as a teenager, supported himself and did many great things. That old world is so decadent! He was so sad that he could not help himself. Emotion is in the middle, and naturally it should be sent out; Family trifles often irritate him. He treated me differently. But after two years' absence, he finally forgot about my bad situation, just thinking about me and my son.
After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, saying, "I am in good health, but my arm is very painful. Holding my chopsticks and pen, I have many inconveniences, and it is not far away. When I read this, my tears also kept turning in my eyes. In the crystal tears, I felt love.