A short article about a child who stole a pear and his father asked him to send it back

My father went to the city to deliver pears

①My father called me several times to urge me to go home. He said that the pears in the yard were ripe and asked me to pick some and take them back to the city to eat. If he hadn't injured his leg, he would have sent the pear to the city. Every time I receive a call like this from my father, I always deal with him hesitantly, saying that I will take the time to go home when I have a break. But in my heart, I went home to pick some pears and brought them back to the city, as if there were no pears in the city. A trip home, not counting the time wasted, the ticket money is enough to buy dozens of kilograms of pears. Besides, there has been a lot of rain this year and the pears are not sweet. Therefore, I didn't take it to heart to go home and pick pears.

② Unexpectedly, one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father suddenly appeared at the door of the house with a limp leg, carrying a snakeskin bag behind him, like an old man begging. I quickly took my father's snakeskin bag. It was quite heavy! My father followed closely behind me and reminded me that there were pears in the bag. Put it down gently to avoid bruising the pears. When I heard that my father was sending pears, I complained angrily: "Dad, your leg is still injured. Why did you come all the way to send pears? You didn't even make a call if you wanted to come, so I could pick you up at the station." !" My father was stunned, and then said after a while: "You... you are busy and don't have time to go home and pick pears. I can't watch the pears growing on the tree and rot! It's just a holiday. You can also use it during the Mid-Autumn Festival. "Jingyue!" My father blushed and expressed his reason for going to the city to deliver pears.

③ When my wife came back, she also complained when she heard that her father had specially sent pears into the city: "Dad, don't do this in the future. You know, there are pear sellers everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city. It’s only a few cents a pound!” The father was choked by his wife’s words and looked embarrassed, as if he had entered the wrong house.

④The words of my wife and I have unintentionally hurt my father. At lunch he spoke little and ate very little. After the meal, he took out the pears from the snakeskin bag one by one and carefully laid them flat on the dining table. After packing the snakeskin bag, my father insisted on going back to the countryside. I tried to persuade him to stay, but my father was as stubborn as a child. On the way to the station, my father limped in front of me with his head hanging down. I advised him not to take what my wife and I said to heart, but my father just walked silently. Looking at my father's gray hair, an indescribable feeling of guilt weighed heavily on my heart like a stone.

⑤ When I returned home, I saw the green pears on the dining table. My eyes were moist, and the scene where my father took us busy planting pear saplings more than ten years ago appeared in front of me...

⑥My wife came over and said to me: "Give the pear to the neighbor!" I refused numbly and silently picked up a pear without peeling it. I bit it down and a sweet spring flowed straight into my heart. . Seeing my expression, my wife snatched my pears and went to the kitchen to wash and peel them. When she handed me the peeled snow-white pear, I whispered: "You should try it too, the pears at home are so sweet!" Perhaps my wife heard what I said, so she also peeled one and ate it. . As soon as she took a bite, she exclaimed in surprise: "Why are these pears so sweet!"

⑦The pears sent by my father satisfied our stomachs, which were tired of eating fruits due to the rain this year. I wonder how my father grew such sweet pears.

⑧A few days later, my wife and I returned to the countryside to visit our parents. When I got home, my father was not there. He went to the field behind the house. I told my mother about my father’s gift of pears. Mother said: "As for the pear tree, your dad is really worried. He had already heard from the weather forecast that there would be a lot of rain this year. As soon as spring started, he asked people to put up four bamboo poles around the pear tree. After the pear tree bears fruit, , every rainy day, he always pulls a plastic sheet to cover the tree, saying that the ripe pears can retain their original flavor. He has long regarded this pear tree as his lifeblood, and will not spray insects if there are any. Pesticides, I would rather stand on a stool, stand on tiptoe to catch insects, and the fertilizer applied is also farmyard manure, saying that such pears are considered green food." My mother also said: "Your dad watched the pears grow and mature day by day, and they were always in his mouth. While reciting a sentence, "When people are old, they can't do anything for the children. Only the pears on this tree can make their hearts sweet."

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