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Father sent pears to the city (1) My father called me several times to urge me to go home, saying that the pears in the yard were ripe and asked me to pick some and take them back to the city to eat, saying that I would have sent them to the city if his leg hadn't been hurt. Every time I receive such a call from my father, I always hesitate to deal with him, saying that I will take time to go home when I have a rest. But I want to go home and pick some pears and bring them back to the city. It seems that there are no pears in the city. Going home is not a waste of time, and the ticket money is enough to buy dozens of pears. In addition, there is much rain this year, and pears are not sweet. So, I didn't care to go home and pick pears. Who knows, the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father limped suddenly at home, carrying a snakeskin bag behind him, like an old beggar. I quickly took over my father's snakeskin bag, which was quite heavy! My father followed me closely and reminded me that there were pears in the bag. Please put them down gently and don't hurt them. Hearing my father send pears, I complained a little grumpily: "Dad, your leg still hurts. Why send pears all the way? " Don't call if you want to come, so I can meet you at the station! "My father was shocked. It took him a long time to say, "you ... you are too busy to go home and pick pears." I can't watch pears grow on trees and rot! "On holiday, the Mid-Autumn Festival can also be used to worship the moon!" Father blushed and confessed the reason why he sent pears to town. My wife is back. I heard that my father sent pears to town, and I also complained, "Dad, don't do this in the future. You know, pears are sold everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city, only a few cents a catty! " Father choked on his wife's words and looked embarrassed, as if he had gone to the wrong house. My wife and I have an unintentional injury to my father. He seldom talks and eats very little lunch. After dinner, he took the pears out of 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 keep him, but my father was as stubborn as a child. On the way to the station, my father hung his head and limped in front of me. I advised him not to take what my wife and I said to heart. Father just walked silently. Looking at my father's gray hair, an unspeakable sense of guilt weighed heavily on my mind like a stone. When I got home, I saw the green pears on the dining table, and my eyes were wet. More than ten years ago, my father took us to plant pear seedlings ... ⑤ My wife came up to me and said, "Give the pear to my neighbor!" " I refused mercilessly, silently picked up a pear, without peeling the skin, biting it down, and a sweet spring went straight to my heart. My wife grabbed my pears and went to the kitchen to clean and peel them. When she handed me the shaved Pak Lei, I said softly, "You try it, too. The pears at home are so sweet! " My wife may have heard what I said and cut one and ate it. As soon as she took a bite, she exclaimed in surprise, "This pear is so sweet!" The pears sent by my father filled our stomachs tired of eating fruit because of the rain this year. I wonder how my father planted such a sweet pear. A few days later, my wife and I went back to our hometown to visit our parents. When I got home, my father was away and went to the field behind the house. I told my mother about my father's delivery of pears. Mom said, "Your father is really struggling for the pear tree. He learned from the weather forecast that there was a lot of rain this year. As soon as spring came, he had four bamboo poles erected around the pear tree. After the pear tree bears fruit, every rainy day, he always pulls a plastic sheet to shelter the tree from the wind and rain, saying that the pear that took so long to ripen can be used. He has long regarded this pear tree as his lifeblood. If there are insects, he doesn't spray pesticides. He would rather stand on a stool and tiptoe to catch bugs. The fertilizer applied is also farmyard manure, saying that such pears are green food. " Mother also said: "Your father watched the pears grow and mature day by day, and often said,' People are old and can't do anything for their children. Only the pears on this tree can make them sweet. Listening to my mother's words, my eyes filled with tears. Through the window, I looked at the bamboo pole still standing beside the pear tree in the yard and thought it was a beam of love.