Touching story

People are the easiest to forget. I just want to tell you, don't forget your promise 65438+February 2, 2002! After reading it, all I can do is repost it to let more friends see the story.

There is a medium-sized city in northern Liaoning, Tieling. On the street of Tieling Workers Street, almost every morning or evening, an old man can be seen pushing a tofu cart slowly forward, and the battery horn on the car sends out a crisp female voice: "Selling tofu, authentic brine tofu! Tofu-"That voice is mine. That old man is my father. Dad is dumb. It was not until I was in my twenties that I got up the courage to put my voice on my father's tofu cart instead of the bronze bell he had been shaking for decades. When I was two or three years old, I knew how humiliating it was to have a dumb father, so I hated him since I was a child. When I saw that some children were ordered by their mothers to come and buy tofu, but they picked up the tofu and ran away without giving them a fight, and when their father was afraid to make a sound, I wouldn't catch up with the children and punch him twice like my eldest brother. I watched the scene sadly and didn't say a word. I don't hate this child, only that my father is dumb. Although my two brothers make me grin with pain every time they comb my hair, I still insist on not letting my father braid my hair. When my mother died, she didn't leave a big portrait, only a photo with her neighbor's aunt before marriage, a two-inch black and white photo. My father was indifferent, turned over the back of the square mirror of the bracket, looked at her photo, and didn't leave silently until he saw that he had to do something.

The most exasperating thing is that other children call me "dumb third child" (I am the third child in the family). When I can't scold them, I will run home, draw a circle on the ground in front of my father who grinds tofu brain and spit in the middle. Although I don't know what this means, other children do it when they scold me. I think this is probably the most vicious expression of cursing the dumb. The first time I scolded my father like this, my father stopped his work and stared at me for a long time. Tears welled up. I seldom see him cry, but that day he hid in a tofu shop and cried all night. It was a silent cry.

Because of my father's tears, I seem to have finally found an outlet for my humiliation, so that in the days to come, I will often run to him, scold him, and then walk away and leave him alone. Only later, he stopped crying. He would shrink his thin body into a smaller ball and lie on the grinding rod or next to the grinding plate, revealing an ugly appearance that I looked down upon even more.

I want to study hard, go to college, and leave this small village where everyone knows that my father is dumb! This was my greatest wish at that time. I don't know how my brothers got married one by one. I don't know how many new grinding rods have been replaced in my father's tofu mill. I don't know how many villages have heard of the bronze bells worn from winter to summer ... they only know how to treat themselves with hatred and study crazy.

I was finally admitted to the university. On 1979, my father put on the blue coat sewn by menstruation for him for the first time and sat under the lamp in the early autumn evening of 1992. With a happy expression, he solemnly handed me a stack of bills with the smell of tofu, and his mouth kept "talking". I listened blankly to his eagerness and pride and looked at him with satisfaction. When I saw him leading his second uncle and his brothers to pull out and slaughter the big fat pig he had carefully raised for two years, I invited all my fellow villagers to celebrate my going to college. I don't know what touched my hard heartstrings, and I cried. At dinner, I put some pork for my father in front of everyone. I cried with tears and said, "Dad, Dad, you eat meat." Dad can't hear me, but he knows what I mean. His eyes shone like never before. He gulped down the bulk sorghum wine with tears in his eyes, and then ate the meat his daughter caught. My dad, he's really drunk. His face is so red, his waist is so straight, and his sign language is so chic! You know, it's been eighteen years, eighteen years, and he's never seen me call him "dad"! Dad continued to work hard to make tofu and helped me finish college with money with a faint smell of tofu. 1996 I graduated and returned to Tieling, 40 miles away from my hometown in the countryside.

After settling down, I went to pick up my father who had been living alone and came to the city to enjoy my daughter's belated affection, but on my way home by taxi, my car had an accident.

I learned everything after the accident from my eldest sister-in-law-

Passers-by recognized this as the three girls of Lao Tu's family, so Big Brother Kuai, Second Brother, Sister-in-law and Second Sister-in-law all came. I was covered in blood, unconscious and crying into a ball. Finally, my father pushed his way through the crowd, picked me up and stopped a cart on the side of the road. He carried my body with his legs, took out a handful of change from his pocket and stuffed it into the driver's hand. Then I kept driving and asked the driver to take me to the hospital for emergency treatment. Sister-in-law said, my father was weak all his life, and he showed great strength and strength at that time!

After carefully cleaning the wound, the doctor asked me to transfer to another hospital, and hinted to my brothers that I had no rescue value, because I could hardly measure my blood pressure and my head was hit like a gourd. Dad tore up the mourning clothes my eldest brother bought for me in despair, pointed to his eyes, held out his thumb, pointed to his temple, pointed to me with two fingers, then held out his thumb, shook his hand and closed his eyes. That means, "don't cry, I'm not crying, let alone crying." Your sister won't die. She is only in her twenties. We can certainly do it. " The doctor still said there was nothing he could do. He asked his eldest brother to say to his father, "This girl is hopeless. Even if she wants to be saved, it will cost a lot of money. Even if she spends a lot of money, she may not be able to do it. " Dad knelt on the ground, immediately stood up, pointed at me, waved high, and then made gestures of farming, feeding pigs, mowing grass and grinding poles. Then he took out his empty pocket and held out his two hands to express his opposition. It means: "Please help my daughter. My daughter is very promising and amazing. You must save her. " I will earn money to pay the medical expenses. I can feed pigs, plant land and make tofu. I have money. I have 4000 yuan now. "The doctor shook his head with his hand, indicating that this 4,000 yuan is far from enough. Dad is in a hurry. He pointed to his brother and sister-in-law, clenched his fist tightly and said, "I still have them." We can do it together. "Seeing that the doctor was silent, he pointed to the roof, bowed his head and stamped his feet, put his hands together on the right side of his head, closed his eyes and said," I have a house to sell, I can sleep on the ground, and even if I lose everything, I want my daughter to come back to life. " He pointed to the doctor's heart, put his hand flat and said, "doctor, please rest assured that we will not breach the contract." Money, we will find a way. " Brother cried and translated his father's sign language to the doctor. Before the translation was finished, the doctor who was used to seeing life and death burst into tears. His quick gestures and profound and accurate expression will make everyone cry!

The doctor also said: "Even if an operation is performed, it may not be saved. If you don't go to the operating table ... "Dad patted his pocket for sure, and then compared it to his chest, which means" You try your best to save it, even if it doesn't work, whatever you want. I have no complaints. " Great fatherly love not only supports my life, but also supports the confidence and determination of doctors to save me. I was pushed onto the operating table.

Dad is outside the operating room, walking back and forth uneasily in the corridor, even wearing soles! He didn't shed a tear, but big bubbles popped up in his mouth for more than ten hours! He kept making chaotic moves of worshipping Buddha and asking God to give his daughter life!

The sky is moving, too I survived. But for half a month, I was in a coma and didn't feel anything about my father's love. Facing me as a "vegetable", people have lost confidence. Only my father, who stood by my bed and waited for me to wake up firmly!

His rough hands massaged me carefully, and his voiceless voice kept calling me. He is calling, "wake up, Yunwench, dad is waiting for you to drink the new soybean milk!" " In order to make doctors and nurses treat me well, he took advantage of his brother's change to accompany him to bed, made a big plate of hot water tofu, and sent it to almost all surgical medical staff. Although the hospital has regulations that patients are not allowed to accept things, they still gently accepted such simple and sincere expressions and requests. Dad is satisfied and more confident. He made a sign to them and said, "You are great people. I believe you can cure my daughter! " "During this period, in order to raise medical expenses, my father traveled to every village selling tofu. With his half-life loyalty and kindness, he won enough support for his daughter to cross the line of life and death. The villagers took out money one after another, but my father was not careless at all. He wrote with a pencil that recorded the tofu account: Zhang, 20 yuan; Li Gang, 100 yuan; Mrs. Wang, 65 yuan ...

One morning after half a month, I finally opened my eyes. I saw an old man, incredibly thin. When he saw me wake up, he opened his mouth and shouted in surprise. His white hair was soon wet with excited sweat. Dad, the father with black hair half a month ago, half a month, twenty years old!

My shaved hair grew slowly, and my father stroked my head and smiled kindly. Once, this kind of touch was a luxury for him. After half a year, when my hair was barely tied into a small brush, I took my father's hand and asked him to comb my hair. My father became clumsy. He combed it one by one, but he couldn't comb it satisfactorily for a long time. I took a messy little brush, sat on my father's tofu cart, and converted it into a stroller to go out on the street. Once my father stopped, turned to me, made a gesture of hugging me, made a gesture of throwing, and then twisted his fingers to show that he was selling me as tofu! I buried my face in tears on purpose, and my father smiled silently and looked at him through his fingers. He smiled and squatted on the ground. I played this game until I could stand up and walk.

Now, except for the occasional headache, I look healthy. Dad is so proud! We worked hard to pay our debts together, and my father moved to the city to live with me. It's just that he worked hard all his life, so I rented a hut nearby to make tofu workshops for him. Tofu made by my father is fragrant, tender and big, and everyone is willing to eat it. I installed a battery horn on his tofu cart. Although my father can't hear my crisp hawking, he knows that whenever he presses the button, he will hold his head high, his face is full of happiness and satisfaction, and he has no resentment against my discrimination in those years, so that I can't bear to confess to him.

I often think that the world is full of love symphonies, and we listen, express, feel and shock, but my dumb father let me know that, in fact, the greatest music is silence, which is an unquestionable force, and has sent my understanding of love to a very high place.

Four philosophies you should know.

1, the situation is different.

A pig, a sheep and a cow are kept in the same corral. Once, the shepherd caught the pig, and it howled loudly and resisted fiercely. Sheep and cows hate its howling and say, "He often catches us, but we don't shout much." The pig replied, "catching you and catching me are two different things." He only wants your hair and milk, but it's killing him to catch me! " "

It is difficult for people with different positions and different environments to understand each other's feelings; Therefore, we should not gloat over the setbacks, setbacks and pains of others, but should have a feeling of care and understanding. Have a tolerant heart!

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Step 2 independently

The little snail asked his mother: Why do we have to bear this hard and heavy shell when we are born?

Mom: Because our bodies have no bones to support, we can only climb, but we can't climb fast. So we need the protection of this shell!

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3. Miracle

In a remote town in France, it is said that there is a particularly effective spring, and miracles often occur, which can cure various diseases. One day, a veteran who was on crutches and lost a leg limped across the street in the town. The villagers nearby gave a sympathetic kiss back and said, "Poor guy, is he going to pray to God for another leg?" This sentence was heard by veterans. He turned to them and said, "I don't want to ask God for a new leg, but I want to ask him to help me so that I can know how to live without one."

Imagine: learn to be grateful for the lost and accept the lost fact. Regardless of the gains and losses of life, always make your life full of light and glory, stop crying for the past and work hard for a high live and high life.

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4. Fishing rod

An old man is fishing by the river. A child walked by to watch him go fishing. The old man is very skilled, so he soon caught a basket full of fish. The old man thinks the child is cute and wants to give him the whole basket of fish. The child shook his head. The old man asked in surprise, "Why not?" The child replied, "I want the fishing rod in your hand." The old man asked, "What do you need a fishing rod for?" The child said, "This basket of fish will be finished soon. If I have a fishing rod, I can fish by myself and eat it for a lifetime. "

I think you will say: What a clever boy. Wrong. If he only wants a fishing rod, he can't eat any fish. Because he doesn't know fishing skills, it's useless to have a fishing rod, because fishing is not about fishing rods, but about fishing skills. Too many people think that they have a fishing rod on the road of life, and they are no longer afraid of the wind and rain on the road, and they will inevitably fall on the muddy ground. It's like a child looking at the old man and thinking that as long as there is a fishing rod, there will be endless fish, just like a clerk looking at the boss and thinking that as long as he sits in the office, money will roll in.