Wind

The storm on May 3rd scared Panjin people who had experienced it. This day was the first memorial day after my father died. For several days, I always felt that my father was with us and didn’t leave us. I always had illusions in my mind. Night sleep, morning 3 point wake up, feeling window like knock stuffy drum, roaring to ring-istan. Open the curtain and look outside. Under the hazy light, the rain seemed to have been raining for a long time. There was already a piece of white and bright water on the cement floor. The tree is swaying hard, indicating that the wind is not bad. The next time I couldn’t fall asleep. I finally got to Dawn and drove to my hometown early to pay tribute to my father. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Although the rain is not heavy rain, the raindrops are pulled by the wind, which makes the car window full of strength and lashes fiercely. The outside is blurry and chaotic. I felt a little indescribable in my heart inexplicably. How could I pay tribute to my father in such a weather? Dad’s grave placement in village north of River Dam, the village walk tar at the end of the trail, distance cemetery and 1 kilometers how far field soil path, days walks past, even in good weather, when the soil is dry on the ground, it is hard to get into the car, and it is difficult to walk in the pothole. After the wind and rain for half a night, it must be very difficult to walk. What’s more, it was still raining with such a strong wind. Thinking of these, I was inevitably worried. When I came to my parents’ home, my younger brothers and sisters hadn’t arrived yet. It was also because of the weather that they might all want to wait for the wind and rain to stop to pay tribute to my father. But looking at the weather outside, it was so cloudy that the wind was stronger than that in the morning. Looking at the posture above level 8 or Level 9, there was no sign of stopping at all. I told my younger brothers and sisters, don’t wait any more. The wind and rain won’t stop for a day. The memorial ceremony should be held early. This is my father testing the loyalty of his children and grandchildren. Presumably everyone was mentally prepared to wear raincoats and water boots. Only I didn’t have these outfits, so my brothers found them for me. We have planned to find a gravel road that can be as close as possible to the cemetery to park. The wind increased and the rain became more dense. It was difficult to pull the door open on the windward side. Just after driving out of the village, a big willow with a diameter of about 40cm was blown off by the strong wind at a place more than one meter above the ground. It was full of land across the road and the car could not pass, several road workers saw the branches with saws. A younger brother got off the car and wanted to ask when he could remove the broken tree. I handed him an umbrella, but as soon as he opened the umbrella, it became a pole in a gust of wind, my younger brother threw the umbrella into the wind and rain disappointedly. It seems that this road can’t pass in a short time, so we have no choice but to choose another path. We parked our car in front of the last family in the north of the village, and the rest of the road would depend on us to trudge in the mud. Each of us carried up the supplies to commemorate our father and checked our own clothes. The umbrella couldn’t be beaten, and those without rain caps could only be beaten by the wind and rain. I took the lead and rushed into the wind and rain. In front of me was a dam of a 200-meter-long canal. The dam top was just over wide. We finally climbed the dam top of the canal by pushing and dragging, the dam top with a width of more than one foot has become a slippery spire at this time. Stepping down, the mud does not pass the foot surface. Even if there is no wind, the whole person will slip and fall down in the ditch if he is not careful, not to mention the strong wind. People can’t stand straight at all. They can only bend their waist and step on it one by one, and move forward slowly. For the dam of about 200, I walked for more than ten minutes and finally got a wider muddy road, which was full of water and silt. This is a section of Windward Road, which is also toward the air vent. There is no shelter in the distance, and the wind becomes bigger and bigger. A row of large poplars growing on one side of the canal, under the fierce swaying wind, made a sound of creaking and permeating people, and the dead branches blown off by the fierce wind swept on people, the pain was as painful as a whip, and the rain lashed on people’s faces as painful as a needle. Those who didn’t wear a rain cap had to put a plastic bag on their heads. My little sister was thin and weak, and she was blown straight by the wind and rain. Her tall nephew almost walked forward half hugging his mother. It was a more difficult road to walk on the dam of my father’s graveyard. To be precise, there was no road at all. In my impression, this river dam in childhood left us many wonderful childhood memories and stories. At that time, this wide river dam was full of dense shade. It was not when spring came. There were all kinds of potherb everywhere. Our favorite potherb, small head garlic and sheep horn, as long as you spend a little time, you will dig a full basket. After Xiaoman every year, here is also the place with the most birds and the most complete. We often put the clips in front of locust trees one by one, and use Lala crilla as bait, it would induce a bird called Humala to see the bait rushing down from the tree recklessly. That scene really excited us. When the locust flowers blossomed, this was also the place where we picked the locust flowers. Now, everything here has disappeared, and the wide river dam has long been dug away for money, only pieces abrupt’s tomb to, below as Cliff General, top distance Valley foot 6, 7 m distance, vertical steep steep. There is no tree on the abrupt top of the dam. Standing on the top of such a river dam, in such weather, it is like standing at the forefront of the wind. The wind on it is 10, and a gust of strong wind blows, I was nearly scraped to the bottom of the river. Fortunately, my brother pulled me. Finally we came to father’s graveyard. We were almost exhausted, so the elder brothers had to have a rest in a group. We could not stand alone. I began to pay tribute to my father. How to light the paper I brought? Thanks to our thoughtful thinking when we came here, we brought an old oil barrel and put the paper in it, which made us much better. The bucket was too small, so we couldn’t burn too much paper, so we formed a human wall to block the wind, and then stacked the paper together, with a wooden stick pressure on 1.1 point burning, not anxious, slightly a loosen that ship you paper scraping running. The younger brothers and sisters stood there motionless, letting the wind blow and the shower hit. The cold rain flowed into the neck, poured into the boots and soaked the clothes inside. The rice seedlings raised by the farmers in the farmland not far away were seen when a gust of wind blew up pieces of plastic cloth and flew into the sky, which was really horrible. The tears and rain that we missed father made our eyes blurred; The low dark clouds flew over our heads in a hurry, as if pouring out our sadness. The wind is howling and tears are flowing. We bow to our father deeply. We can’t shake our love, miss and loyalty to our father by letting the wind and rain go. The wind is the sorrow in our hearts, the sudden rain is the tears of our missing. Heaven is with us to pay tribute to our father’s soul. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Teacher

Thirty years passed, with a flick of a finger. At that time, when I was just in junior high school, I clearly remembered that my history teacher was an old master of HEFA Tongyan who was hired back by the school after retirement. His surname was Wang. I remembered that his voice was very loud and he was very strict with us. Although there were not many history lessons, we were always stared at by Professor Wang, at that time, we were all ignorant teenagers at the age of 12 or 13. We were simple and impulsive, playful and willful. We always thought of ways to do some small tricks in class and make some ideological mistakes. We would run to the playground in groups after class, watching leaves float or birds fly is much more interesting than learning. We don’t know how to repay the hard work of our parents with our academic achievements, let alone that we shoulder the responsibility of a generation to the society, the country and the nation, and it is still fun to go through the day. During the three years of ordinary life with Professor Wang, in his tireless and prudent teaching, no matter in learning methods, but also in the quality of being a man, our behaviors and behaviors have been greatly improved. We have become relatively quiet and our interests have also changed. We have a strong desire to understand everything Unknown. With the increase of knowledge and the passage of time, our soul has been infused with many things of our nation, so many years have passed. Mr. Wang’s face still appears in my mind kindly for a long time. When we have made achievements, his delighted eyes still made me so kind that I was full of reverence for the profession of teaching and educating people all my life. Mr. Wang is already dead. I dreamed of him many times, his excitement and pride, his helplessness and grief, and the most I dreamed of was the glittering tears in his eyes. Thousands of years of Journey to China, the rise and fall of the great country, from his mouth, pour into our naive soul. What impressed him most was his deep and touching feelings for the Chinese nation. Every pride of the ancient civilization made him look high; And those treaties in modern history that were unbearable to recall, he has aroused his indignation for countless times. I remember that when Mr. Wang went to modern history, the corruption and incompetence of Qing government, the unequal treaties that humiliated the country and the invasion of Japanese imperialism, the teachers almost choked and cried when they came to these contents, he even couldn’t bear to convey these shame to our innocent hearts. The teacher’s eyes were shining with tears again and again. Every class was nearly seventy years old, and the gray hair was shining, the tears shocked our souls again and again. The sense of mission of the nation was eternal in our hearts at that moment. I remember reading a sentence that a scientist in our country said: A nation without a sense of nationality is a dangerous nation. Old professor Wang was just an intellectual in the early period of New China, but his patriotism and national sentiment made him face the national humiliation as an ordinary teacher and a group of ignorant students, he infected this group of children with his pure heart, making the sense of national pride and mission urge us to struggle and struggle at the same time, making us understand that only when the people are strong can the country prosper. Thirty years have passed, the students of the old gentleman have already grown up, but our minds still often flash the glittering dim eyesight in the old gentleman’s eyes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…