Evening tide ｜ dream father

　　Chao News Client Sun Haiyan

　　My father has been gone for three years.

　　How realistic and important filial piety is at the moment when children want to raise and relatives are not there.

　　Have you had a good time in heaven in the past three years? Are you far away from illness? When I miss you, I am on earth, and when I see you, I dream of clouds. I always see you in my dreams. Wake up, but only tears can't stop. I can't breathe at the thought of never seeing you again.

　　This dream has been happening all the time. Although it hurts, seeing it again and again in my dreams still makes me feel relieved and peaceful.

　　I dreamed of you again last night.

　　You took me to take a bath in the Otoka bathroom, which is still a bathhouse with many people. No one looks at us, and everyone doesn't care about your health, only about whether you can take a bath. We sat by the pool, my father tried the water temperature, and I rubbed his back. My father always didn't talk much, but he always remembered to take a bath and tell the people at the counter to give my son a radish. When I was a child, I always thought it was from the bathhouse. It took a long time to know that my father bought it. Maybe this is the best fruit 40 years ago, at least I think so. In my dream, I ate that little white radish with great relish.

　　On the way home, my father bought a small piece of beef in the shop near the direction bridge, wrapped it in oil paper and put it in his arms. Back to the two-story building that my father spent more than 4000 yuan to build, but the windows have not been glazed yet. Father replaced it with plastic film.

　　As the sun sets, a dish, a pot of wine and a cup. Father drinks two or three ounces every meal and seldom gets drunk. He is always like that, sipping wine and mumbling. As if thoughtful, or talking to himself. Sitting at the table and eating a piece of beef from time to time, I never understood a word, but now I know my father very well. The pressure of work, the burden of life, kind and introverted, he rarely tells people. Whispering is also his release.

　　I dreamed that my father took me to Yancheng to play. Near noon, I found a small restaurant to eat. Father ordered two or three dishes and a glass of bulk wine. It was my first time in town. I accidentally broke a bowl while eating. The waiter came over and shouted at him, with a look of disdain and a face that said he looked down on the country people. His father, who never lost his temper, became angry. "How much, I pay!" I don't remember the taste of the food at all, but my father's words are engraved on my heart. Be a man with backbone, and soft bones make people look down on you.

　　Data map. According to vision china.

　　I dreamed of Chen Wan Qiaotou in 1992, and my father sent me to work in Huaxi. A bag with borrowed money from 500 yuan has been gone for 32 years. The bridge, the water, the village, and the back of waving away will never be forgotten.

　　I often see you seriously ill in my dreams. Continuous rescue, each time more critical. Listening to my father's heavy, rapid and intermittent breathing under the oxygen mask, my heart ached and my tears kept flowing downwards. On my deathbed, my father was in a coma when he was awake. I took his swollen hand and shouted "Dad, Dad!" " But at this time, my father didn't even have the strength to nod. Every now and then, I always wake up in a dream and sweat.

　　In the blink of an eye, the scene of your farewell to us has been branded in the deepest part of my memory, and the pain at that moment still makes me cry and my heart is sad.

　　"If life is ripe, it will often be scattered; Everyone who has been born has suffered, and who can not die. For three years, you have come into my dreams again and again, because I haven't done enough as your son. If there is an afterlife, my father will still be my father.

　　Miss my dream father,

　　Miss the love of heaven!

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