Father's birthday log

July 31st is my father's birthday.

I remember my father's birthday, and I don't know when it started. As far as I can remember, my father's birthday is always very simple. At most, I cooked a bowl of noodles and added two eggs according to the customs of my hometown. If I didn't know it was his birthday, I might not even think it was a birthday. When I was a child, I always asked him inexplicably: "Dad, how come there is nothing delicious on your birthday?" My father always touches my head and says with a smile, "Dad loves this!" " I think my father is so stupid that he doesn't know what's better. However, when I grew up, I gradually understood that he was reluctant.

My father is very generous to my sister and me. Every time we celebrate our birthdays, he always buys something we love from the county town, sits by and watches us eat happily and with a big smile on his face.

The days are spinning fast. In a blink of an eye, I have graduated and started to work. Since I went to college, I haven't been able to spend my birthday at home for several years, so I want to take this opportunity to spend my birthday with my father and surprise him. This summer, there was a surprising amount of rain, and a project in Kaifeng was in danger because of the large amount of water and sediment regulation at Xiaolangdi of the Yellow River. My father's company sent a water rescue team to support the rescue according to the requirements of the superiors. Because my father is the leader, he has not been able to go home. I was afraid that my plan to surprise my father would fail. I began to call him several days before his birthday and asked him to come back that day. My father just said I would try my best.

On my father's birthday, I was not sure whether he would come back. With a longing, I got up early to prepare. I went to the bakery to get the reserved cake, went to Caishi Street to buy a bunch of his favorite dishes, and personally cooked a delicious meal for my father, waiting for him to come back. That day, because of the strong water and tight task, my father finally failed to come back. I dialed my father's phone and told him: Happy birthday and my son has grown up. On the other side of the phone, accompanied by the noise of busy machines, came the father's excited sob.

At that time, I cried, perhaps because I felt that my father was not easy, or because I was young and immature. In short, on that day, I knew that I had grown up, and I knew that my father was my pride. I wanted to be Huang Heren like my father ... My father's birthday diary 2

Sometimes I can get drunk with my friends, but I never smoke. It's not how pure I was born, but that my father's smoking scene hit my skull like a nail. In this deep memory, there are not only eight petals of sweat, bitter tears, but also the bloody blood. Huang Chengcheng's life has been eventful to interpret his father's mottled life. Therefore, no matter how kind the advice is, it will only blow but not suck. I really can't bear to swallow the hardships and sufferings of my parents, although it is only a thin wisp of smoke.

When I was a child, straight ahead from my house was a solitary smoking house. This building looks unremarkable, surrounded by old brick walls, with two rooms inside and outside, with a baking room outside and a stove and living room inside. Above the sunken hearth is a bed made of wooden sticks, and there is only a broken blanket with fat twist on the bare reed mat. There is a big stone lying at the entrance, with a few black and dirty teapots and cups crooked on it, and several cross benches wrapped with hemp skin scattered on the bare house floor.

There is a hanging melon rack in front of the smoking house, and the long round hanging melon sticks out from the rack. From the vegetable garden, it is the endless green tobacco field. On the tobacco pole higher than people, each tree is strewn at random with more than a dozen tobacco leaves as big as a cattail leaf fan, which extend neatly into the distance in rows. The breeze blows gently, and the crystal dew is rolling down from the leaves, and it falls on the leaves below, and finally it will be smashed to pieces ...

My hometown is located in the hilly land in central Shandong where there have been ten years of drought, poverty and paranoia, so I never thought that it would create a geomantic treasure-house of smoking here, which has a history of 4 years. Tobacco cultivated in the workshop is famous for its bright color, abundant oil and mellow fragrance. But in the past, it used to be a kind of sun-cured tobacco and dry tobacco. In the early years of the Republic of China, with the sound of the Jiaoji Railway, the great powers began to build tobacco purchasing stations along the railway to promote the new technology of tobacco baking and planting. Grandpa, who had been in a private school for several years, got there first with his father, built a smoking house by selling iron in a pot, bought fire meters, stove bars, lanterns and coal, and then opened it.

In the first month when the wind was biting, Grandpa taught his father to put the tiny black tobacco seeds in a pot and soak them in warm water, and then put them in a small cloth bag. In order to keep the temperature and humidity, the poor family didn't even have a stove, so he simply put the small cloth bag in a plastic bag and tied it in his thick cotton trousers waist, and slept under the covers at night.

On February 2nd, as soon as the land was thawed, Grandpa led his father to clean up the tobacco bowl. This work is very delicate and exquisite. First, dig the ground deeply, then pull the line, bring out the ridge along the line, and beat it hard with a wooden mallet to make the ridge extremely strong. Apply base fertilizer to the border, and then stir and level it. At this time, the men planted white fly-egg-shaped micro-buds on the tobacco seeds with warm buttocks, mixed with fine sand and sprinkled them evenly in the watered-out beds with a sieve, and carefully covered them with felt grass, which was more careful than a woman's fork. At noon, the sun was shining, and the father slowly opened a corner of the felt grass, carefully observed it and gently dug it with his hand, and then smiled at each other and reorganized the felt grass. Soon, green shoots appeared in the border field, and after a few days, it became green. At this time, thinning was needed. Sit on the ridge with your butt, stagger your body hard and dig out the redundant roots with two fingers. It takes several times to finally set the tree. After the remaining tobacco seedlings grow to six or seven leaves and let them grow strong in the sun, they are almost transplanted. When transplanting, first dig the head of the pot to a depth of about 2 cm to form a section, and then put the piles into the basket like tofu. In this way, the tobacco seedlings rushed to the field with their mother in the spring season.

In the season of selling tobacco, grandpa is old, and his father and his helper, Xiao Shunzi, each push a unicycle to fill the tobacco market. That year, all kinds of tobacco plants piled up in this area, rushing headlong into it. Selling cigarettes has to run 6 miles to the station next to Jiaoji Railway. Along the way, the car pushed the car, and the queue alone was four or five miles, and I couldn't get into the venue for several days. The tobacco companies controlled by the foreign powers kept their prices down at will, stopped collecting and exploited for no reason, and finally got the number into the venue. Foreigners bought it at a price, and they liked to sell it, but they were too cheap to go out and queue again. A few years older than him, tall and strong, Xiao Shunza pushed a car forward with youthful vigor, only to be twisted with other cars, and the handlebar was broken, revealing jujube stubble with sharp slope. Xiao Shunza will continue to push forward with this half handlebar. Unexpectedly, there was a commotion, and the sharp half handlebar was deeply inserted into Xiao Shunza's stomach. Suddenly, blood flowed like a fountain, and his father hurriedly held Xiao Shunza and finally pulled out the handlebar. The handlebar came out, but the intestines dripped out of a big stall. Hold your breath and slowly put the intestines in, and wrap the wound with your own white cloth shawl. Life is a matter of life, of course, I can't take care of selling cigarettes. I hold Xiao Shunza on the roof of the car with cigarettes, and my father runs towards the hospital while crying. Goo doo doo's scarlet blood flowed down from the brown tobacco leaves and spilled all the way. There is blood, tears and sweat on Huang Cancan's tobacco leaves. Poor little Shunza finally lost his young life because of excessive blood loss.

In the year of the Great Leap Forward, the slogan "Go all out and strive for the upper reaches" was about to burst. Just at the critical season when tobacco leaves are concentrated after hitting the head, it rained heavily for seven days in a row, and people could not enter the field. However, the layers of tobacco forks on the hit tobacco trees were growing wildly. If they were not knocked out in time, all the nutrients in the field would be sucked away by it, and the tobacco leaves would shrivel up and lose their color and weight. It never rains but it pours, and another harm is imminent. It seems that all the tobacco poles are covered with tobacco insects overnight. The tobacco worms are all long and green, biting one piece on the tobacco leaves, then bulging like a bow and shifting to other places to continue to bite greedily. Father knows that in a few days, all the tobacco leaves will become the bottom of the sieve.

the situation is urgent, and if the two evils are not eliminated, 1 mu of tobacco fields will be wasted. On the one hand, my father, as the production captain, asked for support from his superiors, and on the other hand, he organized his fellow villagers to form three commandos, with children touching forks, adults catching insects and women spraying drugs. After seven days of hard work, I almost took off a layer of skin before I sealed the victory.

The upsurge of smelting steel with clinker completely overturns the normal order, and the house is turned into a steel-making furnace, and the excellent tobacco leaves are thrown into Mawan and dry wells and turned into black fertilizer. My father, whose heart is bleeding, has become a madman by beating his chest.

"Unload the tobacco furnace-"is like a spring gale, come up in the night finally made it through the reform and opening up, and tobacco growers are looking forward to a good day. Every time I hear this shouting, it is the most exciting moment for the villagers. Unloading the cigarette oven must be at night or in the middle of the night. After the unloaded cigarette needs to be wet, remove the storage and storage. People are gathered from their sleep. Young adults first get into a smoking stove like a sauna, and from outside to inside, they hand out the baked dry and crisp cigarettes one by one. Other men, women and children passed out like pass the parcel, from far to near, neatly discharged in the yard one by one. In a short time, pieces of tobacco rods were lying on the ground. Under the bright moon, it is like gold on the floor, and the milky way is scattered all over the world.

"It's time to get rid of tobacco-"At first light, my father touched the tobacco leaves with his hand, then went to another place to touch them again, and then picked up a tobacco rod and shook it as a whole. He found that it was not as crisp as it was just out of the oven, and there was a soft feeling of oily pippi, and the elimination of tobacco began. In this job, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law are good at it, and with neat fingers, they will untie a handful of cigarettes from the tobacco pole, and soon they will accumulate into golden mountains.

a bolt from the blue brings sorrow. On this day, my father was holding a big stack of tobacco, perhaps feeling happy, perhaps overworked, stumbling, and falling heavily. The tobacco leaves of gold were covered with the white foam spit out by his father. Unfortunately, he had a stroke and thrombosis, and he collapsed on the bed from then on, and never touched the yellow tobacco that was in trouble and * * *. In the golden yellow tobacco, who can know that there is still this deep red blood, black excrement and white foam? A few years later, my father drifted away forever like a piece of many-hued's tobacco.

Every time I visit my father's grave, I can forget everything else, but I will definitely light three cigarettes that my father never smoked before ... Father's birthday diary 3

Today is a good day!

Early in the morning, my sister called and said happily, How are you, Hongwa? You know, next weekend is the 24th of leap September, and it's our father's second birthday this year. Let's go and surprise them. Before noon, I received a phone call from my little sister, who told me proudly: Elder sister, are you busy? Next Sunday is leap September 24th, our big birthday. Let's go! In the evening, I discussed with my husband: Next Sunday is the 24th of leap September, my second birthday this year. Will you go? The husband is happy: Go! How can you not go? It's a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, no, I heard that this leap September will not happen until a hundred years later. Besides, I'm afraid I'll have two birthdays this year in my whole life. It's now or never, so I can give him a happy birthday.

In recent years, somehow, once I have a new calendar every year, I can't help but mark a special day-September 24th of the lunar calendar to see what day it is and whether I need to ask for leave. On this day, I will go back to my hometown anyway, because this day is my father's birthday.

My father is a farmer. He doesn't know anyone who is big, and he doesn't talk much on weekdays. Every time he goes back to his hometown, his father can always count clearly. My father has been diligent and sincere all his life, and he is still busy when he is old. Really, good people are rewarded: today's father, who is over 8 years old, is very strong, helping his brother and sister-in-law do some farm work every day and helping his mother pull the bellows twice a day to cook.

Some time ago, a few days before my father's first birthday this year, my sister was the first to call: Hongwa, this Friday is our big birthday! Let's go early! I miss our mother! I replied: elder sister, ok, I haven't seen my mother for a long time, and I miss them very much. Among the brothers and sisters, everyone thinks that my father is close to my sister: for ten years after my sister got married, my father finished his own farm work every year, holding our old ox alone and helping my sister with a plow on his shoulder; Sometimes his work is not finished, as long as my sister tells me, my father will immediately put down his farm work and go to my sister's house, which has provoked my sister-in-law's opinion for a long time. The day before my father's birthday, my nephew called: Aunt, my grandmother said that you would all come tomorrow for my grandfather's birthday. I replied in surprise: yes, how can I forget this? My nephew explained: My grandmother said that she would celebrate my grandfather's first birthday in September this year. In the past, my mother never called to urge us to go, but I couldn't help feeling secretly in my heart: Mother must have missed us.

On my father's birthday, my husband adjusted the class early and rushed to my place. We had breakfast in a hurry and went to our hometown.

when I got to the door, I saw no one. When I parked the car, my nephew heard: Auntie, you are here. Then, while catching us, she shouted loudly at home: grandma, grandpa, my second aunt and them are coming.

Mother and sister-in-law are busy in the front kitchen. I thought they were preparing for the afternoon dinner! Shouted: mom, sister-in-law, here we come. Then I went to my parents' bedroom, and my father was sitting on the sofa watching TV safely! When I turned around and saw us, I was very happy with a smile on my face and said, you are here, come on, sit down quickly; This morning, your brother dragged me to the street with his newly bought car, ate a bowl of mutton and bread pieces in soup, and asked your mother to go, but she didn't go yet. Looking at my father's happy appearance, I quickly took out 3 yuan from my clothes pocket and gave it to my father: Big, take it, buy whatever you want in the future, and don't have to ask my mother for it (our family has always been the mother's master, and the big and small things are basically the mother's decision, and my father often works silently behind; In our impression, my father never takes a penny in his hand. Spend it slowly!

when it comes to giving money to my father, there is an episode! Because our mother has always been in charge in our family, we give all the money to our parents for filial piety, and the mother gives us whatever my father wants to buy. On my father's birthday three years ago, my grand niece gave my father 2 yuan. Afterwards, my father told me mysteriously: On my birthday, Lili gave me 2 yuan, and I won't give it to your mother. In the Spring Festival that year, I gave my father another 3 yuan behind my mother's back. On New Year's Day, my brother-in-law teased my father: I heard that you have money. How much? Take it out and let's have a look! Father happily like a child, unbuttoned his coat and took out a handkerchief in his cotton-padded pocket. The handkerchief was wrapped in a stack of 1 yuan, and his father solemnly gave it to his brother-in-law, who counted it one by one, and it was * * * 8 yuan. Father saved the money we gave him without spending a penny! Mother smiled and said, Yo, where did you get so much money? You don't