Mr. Wu was born ordinary, with an ordinary wife and a pair of ordinary children, and finally lived an ordinary life.
Mr Wu's occupation is farming, but in fact his real occupation is ... Logger Vick. Yes, what he does most in a year is to be a Logger Vick and cross the endless forest. Sometimes he also incarnates as an herbalist. Like many herbalists, he travels 800 miles every day, and his vigorous posture enables him to make rapid progress on cliffs, mud and thorns. Sometimes he is a bamboo shooter. A hemp fiber and a sharp knife are all he has.
Actually, Mr. Wu didn't learn this when he was young. When I was a child, my self-esteem was frustrated because my family was poor and I couldn't afford to pay my tuition. Because my school often urged me to pay my tuition, I decided to leave college dropout. He began to drive the cows to his sister's house. I once fantasized about whether he was sitting on the back of an old cow. A bamboo hat covered the back of his head. The cow walked slowly forward. On the way home, he took a flute, melodious and tactfully, and roared off. However, he refused: you are shooting TV.
Later, Mr. Wu went to a carpenter's house as an apprentice. Although I have never seen him make more than half a table and a stool, there are several other disciples who make us feel like "foreign objects". When I was a child, the set of "treasures" handed down by the master was also borrowed by the master. In the end, it seems that there are not many left, and the rest are given away. In fact, I like his ink box very much, saying it is used to correct drawing straight lines. I have the honor to see him use it several times, and when he really plays with it, a straight line is printed on the wood. It's a super magical baby.
Later, I was introduced to a woman in the village next door. She is tall and looks taller and stronger than herself. Perhaps the most extraordinary thing about this woman is her stupidity. Later, she often told us that he really taught me a lot after marrying Mr. Wu. Later, our eldest daughter was born in a flooded township hospital. Soon after, our family built a new house, which is the home I have lived in since I have a little memory. Later, a little son was added to the family. Mr. Wu and his wife were busy all day and all night making money to support their children, support their families and do the most tiring work, but they said that they lived the easiest life at that time.
When the eldest daughter was nine years old and the youngest son was three years old, their grandmother died and she was never asked why. It was not until that day that his wife solved the doubts in the children's hearts: because grandma was seriously ill, she needed tens of thousands of treatment fees, but she resigned herself to fate without money. But how cruel it is to leave fate to heaven to decide. From then on, Mr. Wu lost his mother-in-law, his wife lost his mother, and his children lost their grandmother who loved them. They have become what others call wild children, running around, sleeping under the eaves of the roadside when they are sleepy, resting on the bench at the door when they are tired, and running to the neighbor's house when they are hungry. Fortunately, they are all grown up gradually, and they are no longer the original wild children, but they are still as wild and unscrupulous as before.
Mr. Wu never forces children to do anything, just let them do their best, live a good life and be happy. Has always been a very, very educational father role to support the whole sky for his mother. No one knows whether he has considered himself. Maybe only he knows.
In order to let children continue to pursue their dreams, he is still an industrious Logger Vick, who deals with trees all day, listens to the gibberish of the forest, nature and the roar of countless animals in the mountains.
No matter how ordinary, insignificant and insignificant he is in this world, I think in the eyes of his children: he has always been a superhero and a qualified father.
Happy birthday to Mr. Wu, 47. May your mind always be as optimistic as 27, your body always be as strong as 17, and your life always be as happy as 7.