Excellent Prose Written by Junior High School Writers

(1) My father's three pairs of shoes

My father seldom wears shoes and has been barefoot for almost his whole life.

The villagers in my hometown hardly wear shoes. On the one hand, everyone is poor and can't afford to wear shoes, but the main reason is into the badlands, where the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, and some of them can't wear shoes. The mountain is so steep that monkeys cry over it, while rock sheep roll down it. A path as thin as a straw rope is winding on a steep mountainside. Pedestrians move carefully against the cliff like geckos, but they don't pay attention, and their feet slip gently. People fly like birds in the canyon and fly straight down the abyss.

One year, two cadres came to the countryside. They hung their shoes around their necks and covered them with leaves in their right hands, saying that they were steep and dizzy below. They held their left hand on the rock wall, their feet shook and moved, and finally entered the cottage and began to preach the magic weapon of getting rid of poverty and becoming rich. After talking for a long time, the villagers' eyes were dull and their faces were expressionless. The cadres in the countryside are a little angry: we kindly teach you the trick to get rich. What's your attitude? The villagers said that the way you bought it like this and sold it like that didn't work at all. Let's buy a piggy and carry it in, and we can't carry it out after feeding it. Two cadres who went to the countryside froze for a while. One of them pushed his glasses, wrote six Chinese characters "Revolution stops here" on a precipice with a brush, and put three exclamation marks at the back, then went home. No one will ever come here to the countryside again.

barefoot is the safest way to walk on such a dangerous mountain road. Those bare feet, which are slightly deformed, are stuck on the steep mountain road like frogs, step by step, calm and powerful, and generations have come like this. My father walked barefoot on such a mountain road since he was a child. He came in the wind and went in the rain, and before he knew it, he became a young man in his twenties. It's time to talk about his wife. Under the guidance of the matchmaker, my father came to my mother's house to propose marriage with alcohol, tobacco, sugar and tea on his back.

according to local customs, if the woman does not agree to the marriage, she will ask the matchmaker to return the tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea to the man's house intact. What my father received was a pair of straw sandals. My mother knitted the sandals herself. My mother should make a pair of cloth shoes for my father, but in those days everything was supplied by ticket, including needle and thread, not to mention cotton cloth. Although they are only straw sandals, my mother is very careful and beautifully woven. Two dragons are woven on the two shoes, with the dragon head at the nose and the dragon tail winding all the way to the heel. Although many years later, my father told me with great certainty that the two dragons were not like dragons at all, but rather like two snakes, I could still see that my mother's skill was good and her needlework was certainly not wrong. My mother said it was not bad for her that dragons were woven into snakes, mainly because she had only seen snakes and never seen what real dragons looked like. When my father got the sandals, he was ecstatic and couldn't wait to put them on, but the shoes were not easy to wear at all, and he had a bloody foot that day; The next day, toes, instep and heel were bleeding everywhere; On the third day, my father's feet were swollen into steamed buns, and his legs were swollen like pillars, so he couldn't even get off the ground. Looking at the red swollen feet and the bloodstained sandals, my father was very angry and threw them into the fireplace. With a burst of smoke and a raging fire, those sandals turned to ashes in an instant. My father is a clown, and he doesn't understand that those sandals are a promise, and they should be preserved forever.

It took my mother a long time to know that her carefully woven promise had already been burned by my father. She was very angry and had a big fight with my father. My father blamed my mother for being so stupid that the straw sandals didn't fit at all, which made him lame for more than ten days and delayed a lot of work points for nothing. His mother scolded him that his "paws" were not human feet at all, and he didn't deserve to wear human shoes. Scold to scold, mother still patched together, looking for needle and thread, accumulating rags, mounting cloth, receiving soles and sewing uppers. I don't know how many days and nights I stayed up, and finally I made a pair of real cloth shoes for my father, and it was made according to my father's deformed "bear's paw". After putting it on, my father walked around the fireplace, very comfortable, and finally concluded, "Hey, these are real shoes." After that, I took off my shoes, wiped the dirt off the soles with my sleeves, patted and blew, and then carefully pressed it under the pillow, never wanting to wear it again. During the Spring Festival, my mother reminded my father that it's the Spring Festival, so take out your new shoes and put them on. It's also a shame to visit relatives. Father carefully opened the pillow and was dumbfounded at once: those cloth shoes had been chewed into a pile of broken steps by rats. My father was so distressed that he hissed continuously and swore a lot of dirty words at the pile of rags.

(2) the bill for my father's words

I got married at the beginning of 2xx. After the honeymoon, my wife and I were caught in the crisis of repaying the housing loan. For half a year, I didn't contact my parents who were far away in another city and country.

One day in early summer, the cell phone that had been silent for a whole morning suddenly rang, and at first glance it was a strange number. After the connection, the other person's voice is very strange: I am the fourth brother of your hometown, and your father wants to have a word with you.

"I'm your father!" My father's tone is so heavy that I can hear his thick panting. My father said the sentence "I am your father" five times, and I was in distress situation. "Sanwa, are you still fine ..." My father's ending is very long. I answered patiently. My father kept talking for five minutes, asking me if I was short of money and how I was doing. After the phone hung up, I felt very surprised. Usually, my father didn't communicate with me. Why are you being such a mother-in-law today?

On my way to work the next day, my mobile phone rang again, and it was the same number as yesterday. Father asked me if there was a strong wind here, and now there is a strong wind of seven in my hometown. I said softly, no.

on the third day, I was catching up on a copy when my cell phone rang again. Father said that his sheep gave birth to lambs, all of them were fat in vain, so cute. I was a little angry. I said, Dad, I'm working. Dad stopped talking and hung up the phone.

On the fourth day, my wife and I were having dinner when my father called again. "Baby, dad saw your childhood photos today. How handsome you were when you were a child ..." My heart was sour. I said, dad, I don't have time now. I'll go back to clean up the crops with you in late autumn. The wife is a little impatient: how come your old man can talk more than your mother now and call you every day!

on the fifth day, my father didn't call all day, and I was a little unaccustomed. At night, the mobile phone finally rang. After the connection, there was no sound for a long time. I was a little anxious and said, Dad, just say what you want. Dad's voice is weak: Nothing … Dad just misses you a little … My heart is moving, my nose is sour, and I can't say a word.

I didn't get a call from my father from the sixth day to the evening, but I was a little empty in my heart. The clock pointed to ten o'clock and the mobile phone rang. This time it's not dad, it's fourth brother. He told me in a low voice: Brother, your uncle had a heart attack this evening ... He left ...

My mobile phone fell to the ground and I froze there.

father slept peacefully. Looking at his tired appearance, I finally understand the reason why my father called me uncharacteristically these days!

My mother handed me a list and said it was written by my father. The words on the paper were crooked, but they penetrated the back of the paper and shocked my soul-this is the oldest phone bill.

the first time: borrow your fourth brother's mobile phone for about seven minutes, and the long distance is 3 cents per minute, totaling 2.1 yuan.

the second time: borrow your fourth brother's mobile phone for about one minute, about forty cents.

the third time: borrow your fourth brother's cell phone for more than a minute, or 4 cents.

the fourth time ...

the total telephone bill is ten yuan and eighty cents.

There is a sentence at the end: Your mother can't read. You tell your mother to give the money to your fourth brother.

Holding this phone bill, standing in the wind, I burst into tears.

The dying plan given by the doctor of medicine to his father

After learning that he was suffering from advanced malignant tumor, the xx-year-old xx Qiang decided to give up all radiotherapy and chemotherapy plans and go back to his hometown Zhuji to spend his last time. His son, xx, a toxicologist and doctor of medicine in the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang Medical University, supported his father's choice.

When the last moment comes on X, X, xx tells his mother not to take active rescue measures to let his father die quietly in case of coma or cardiac arrest.

This is a doctor's choice of his father's dying treatment plan.

Decision

xx was diagnosed with malignant mesothelioma of peritoneum in 2xx years and months, and it was already advanced and had systemic metastasis. During the treatment in the First Hospital of Zhejiang Medical University, xx's brothers, sisters, sister-in-law and brother-in-law all gathered in the hospital to take turns to deliver meals, watch vigils and serve the elderly.

In general surgery, it is easy to see those patients with advanced tumors. The head is much bigger than the thin body, and some of them just lie down, full of tubes, and look silent. Seeing that many patients with advanced malignant tumors are skinny and miserable, Chen Youqiang went to the doctor and said, "I really don't want to watch my children run around like this, and I don't want to become like others. Please let me be euthanized. If you can't do this, I want to jump off the building myself."

My father's attending doctor, Dr. Gao, has been a good friend for many years. Dr. Gao told the truth about the old man's illness and thoughts. After learning this, xx said to his father, "Don't worry, Dad, you should be strong when you are alive, but when you leave, I will never let you suffer so much-I will definitely let you go quietly and painlessly in the end."

In fact, Chen's father has free medical care, and his children's financial conditions are not bad, so radiotherapy and chemotherapy can live longer. After discussing with his family, xx decided by his father.

Father asked, how long can it be extended after chemotherapy and radiotherapy? Xx said not necessarily, the effect may be good for several months. Father asked how much it was, and what was wrong with the human body? Xx answer, all at public expense, the side effects are hair loss, weakness, bad appetite and so on. Father said, let me think about it and tell you tomorrow morning.

At six o'clock the next morning, my mother called xx and said that my father had decided to go back to his hometown.

(3) countryside

Starting from Hangzhou, it usually takes more than two hours to drive back along Fuchun River. In July 211, I sent my father and mother back to the village, and xx drove for nearly five hours. Both he and his parents knew that this was the last time to take this road.

The scenery on both sides of Fuchun River is beautiful and lush, which is a typical beauty in the south of the Yangtze River. When the car stopped, my father was usually silent. When the car stopped, he just stood in the scenery for a while and talked. Father once inadvertently said that the noodles in Majian Town were delicious. When the car drove to the town, xx said, Dad, let's eat noodles here. Xx ate pork liver noodles that he liked when he was young. As usual, his mother was green vegetable noodles. His father ordered a large row of noodles and only ate half of it-he left the big row to his mother.

Back in the village, few people knew about his father's illness. Xx arranged for relatives not to say anything more, "just let my father live a comfortable life quietly and calmly."

mother accompanies father. My father stopped taking medicine and injections, and only ate his favorite food. "Strictly speaking, it's all taboo in Chinese medicine, pork, fish, beef, chicken ... Dad likes meat, so let him eat it." Xx confessed to his mother, and her mother made it for her father every day. "Dad ate happily until he died, and he didn't become as thin as a patient with advanced cancer."

All winter, my father always sits on the stone bench at the door, in front of the village playground, and his eyes are on the front and back mountains in the distance, where the bamboo stands tall and beautiful. When people in the village learned that the old man was ill, everyone passing by always had to say a few words to him. These people who had been with their fathers as children were almost seen by their fathers in the last six months.

My mother told xx that when I was tired of sitting on the stone bench, my father went home to make some phone calls to my old friends and those old colleagues who used to work together at the bus station. Xx remembers that my easy-going father almost never had a red face with anyone except a colleague-but on the last day, my father called this colleague to chat, and the two made up.

Except for the period of studying abroad from xx to XX, XX drives his wife and daughter back to the village to accompany his father almost every weekend. Walking along the old house for five or six minutes, it is a hillside. White honeysuckle flowers are open along the road, and golden balloon flower and bright red wild strawberries are staggered. In the meantime, the bright yellow bamboo shoots often come out unexpectedly. Next to the hillside is a vegetable field shared by several families. The stream on the mountain flows down slowly, almost silently, and flows into the vegetable garden.

at that time, my father could still farm alone. He said it to his son and to himself; "Look at this water, bit by bit, it flows into the stream, into the Jinsha River, then into the Fuchun River and Qiantang River, and finally into the East China Sea. It is silent, and it is the same for a person's life!" Xx remembers all these words.

First, my father grows his own vegetables. Slowly, he will go with a crutch and sit on the ground and watch his mother do it. When xx came home, his father said in the vegetable field, "I'm afraid I can't eat the vegetables I planted now, but Lala (granddaughter) can still eat them." It was the summer of 2xx. Later, my father was lying in bed weakly, and my mother called xx every day to tell him what his father said and ate every day.

The Spring Festival of 2xx is the most lively one for the Chen family. The whole Chen family gathered at the brother's home in xx, Zhuji City, all ages. My father gave every grandchild a red envelope, which was originally only 5 yuan a year. This year, all the red envelopes became 2 yuan. The old man knew that this must be the last red envelope. The Chen family ate the New Year's Eve dinner and took many family photos. My father always smiled when taking photos.

Farewell: After this Spring Festival, on the first day of New Year's Day, my father was hospitalized again in Zhuji People's Hospital due to illness. According to my father's wishes and xx's advice, the treatment is just ordinary fluid replacement, symptomatic treatment and pain relief.

(4) Sorrow

When he jumped into the river, his elderly father knew that the son he was looking for had probably become a cold corpse.

My son has been drowning for more than 12 hours. Last night, he finished his work on the construction site and was sweating all over. He wanted to take a bath in the river, but he never came out again after he got into the water. When the police came, so did the firemen. They were unfamiliar with water and dared not get into the water easily. Later, the professional salvage team came, but they said that the water surface was vast and the salvage cost for one day would cost 3, yuan.

an elderly father can't care so much. They all work in the town, and 3 thousand yuan is sky-high He has no money, but he still has strength. At that time, he used these strengths to hug, carry and beat his son. Now, he also needs to use a little more strength to pick up his son himself.

but just after he jumped into the water, he became confused. He can swim, but he doesn't know how to salvage the body. The river was vast and white, and no hint was given to him. He swam with his head held high for a while, looked around nervously, but found nothing, so he had to climb back to the trestle.

people say that men hide their grief the deepest, but the pain of losing their children is nowhere to hide. Sitting on the edge of the trestle, the father put down his forbearance and reserve, and beat the ground desperately and cried bitterly.

Maybe even the son who died young never thought that his father would have so many tears.

(5) Be responsible for < p