According to my father, the whole family regards "flying pigeons" as treasures, but my grandparents (my father's stepmother, whose biological mother died when my father was three years old) are reluctant to use them, but they just wipe them over and over again. It was not until two years later that my father was transferred from the village to the village as a secretary that he really came in handy. At the same time, my sister and I were born at home.
Since then, my father has formed an indissoluble bond with bicycles. Go to work in the village, leave at dawn every day, and climb a steep mountain. It takes two hours to get to the village by bike. Cook in the village at noon or eat in the canteen, then climb the mountain at night and get home very late. Unless there are special circumstances such as going to the countryside, heavy rain and heavy snow, under normal circumstances, he runs twice a day, rain or shine.
Later, my father was promoted to township head because of his excellent work. As the head of a township, my father never abused his rights, was always honest and self-disciplined, and never did anything against his conscience. Although he also hopes that we can move out of that broken cave and live in a spacious and bright brick house; Although he also wants to have a motorcycle, he doesn't have to bump in the wind and rain for a long time. In order to live up to his conscience and provide education for our two sisters, my father always rides a bicycle with him.
In his third year as a township head, his father was repeatedly rated as "excellent party member" and "excellent cadre" because of his outstanding work performance, and was transferred to the Qi (i.e. county) procuratorate as an officer. At the same time, our family also spent thousands of dollars to buy dilapidated adobe family houses that countless families in the village have lived in. Leave your hometown 15 Li. Going to work is all downhill and going home is all uphill. My dad still goes to work by bike, four times a day, every day, year after year, just to save a few meals and subsidize the family. At that time, my sister and I went to school in Qiqi. We usually stayed at school and rode my father's bike home happily on Sunday.
Later, my father was transferred from the flag procuratorate to the flag court. Because of his integrity, honesty and self-discipline, he was gradually promoted from an ordinary officer to the president of the criminal court and later served as the president of the economic court. Although he has handled countless economic cases and the amount involved is very large, he has never used any public funds.
Later, I was admitted to a university in Northeast China. My father didn't buy the motorcycle he had been longing for because of family difficulties, and my sister dropped out of school without being admitted to college.
When I graduated five years ago, I went home to visit my relatives. My father is obviously old, with a hunched back and gray hair, and the years have left a deep mark on his face. My father is old, but he still rides a broken bike and runs around in the wind and rain. After I paid off all the foreign debts owed by my family, I bought a motorcycle that my father had longed for for for a long time.
In my memory, my father rode a bike for 25 years, and I can't remember how many * * * rode badly. During his 25-year riding career, his bicycle was repaired and repaired, tires were mended and repaired, parts were broken and replaced, and good parts of old bicycles were dismantled and replaced. As time went on, his father became an expert in bicycle repair.
My father finally left the bicycle that he had been attached to for more than 20 years and had to be attached to, and bid farewell to the bicycle business that he dubbed exercise. He got on the motorcycle, so that he didn't have to get up at dawn or pedal his bike home after work. He can have a good sleep, then cross his legs and arrive at work in ten minutes. ...
After I had children, my retired parents took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of them. They followed us to work places far away from home for decades. At first, they didn't know anyone, were unfamiliar with the local language and didn't adapt to the local climate. Every day, when the father is bored after sending his son to kindergarten, he wanders around the street or goes home to watch TV, while the mother kills time by embroidering insoles, knitting sweaters, dancing in square dance and constantly cleaning the house, for the sake of her daughter. More interestingly, my father said, it seems that he is destined to pick up the children by bike every day, but the road is not far, just a few minutes away.
After the children went to primary school, the father and mother returned to their hometown they missed. Now my father, whose retirement salary is rising again and again, finally lives in a spacious building and buys an electric bicycle to walk instead of walking. The old couple, who have been with each other for more than 40 years, live a nourishing life and enjoy their old age.
In my hometown in Inner Mongolia, with blue sky and white clouds, the wind is refreshing and the humanities are simple, and there is always a root and a soul. ...