Appreciation of a pear.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and my father just wants to catch his breath. A distant relative in the city sent a message saying that he would move to a new home and ask his father for help. Dad is kind, honest and willing to work hard. Any hard work of relatives will always think of dad.

I am clamoring to go. Dad said, it's cold and the road is long. Mom said to go, the baby hasn't entered the city yet. Dad didn't speak again.

Early in the morning, my mother woke up my father and me. Mother put a piece of red silk cloth around my neck when I got married, and then stuffed three freshly cooked dumplings into my pocket. After that, my mother fumbled for five dollars from a black hand, Parry, and asked my father to buy two Jin of candy wrapped in paper, which was ready to be distributed to the baby for the New Year, and then bought some teaching tapes and some candy. Dad is an honest man. Dad said that the remaining money can buy me two packs of harvest cigarettes, okay? Mom said no, there are tobacco leaves at home. I rubbed my eyes, no longer confused, and said to buy me a firecrackers. Mom thought about it and said to dad, you can use the rest of the money as you like. I'm too lazy to care.

It's cold outside. It's snowing and windy. I got a cold shiver. Dad saw it, took off his black cotton-padded jacket and put it on me, creaking along the snow-covered road. After walking for a while, I was a little tired and felt that the thin cotton-padded jacket was heavy on my shoulders. Dad put me on his back and I smelled a good smell of sweat. Dad's shoulders are generous and warm. I feel comfortable lying in bed. After a while, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but my ass was pinched by my father, and it hurt sour. I opened my eyes and saw many tall houses. Dad said that the county has arrived.

It was just dawn, and there were not many people in the street. Everything seems to be still sleeping in a dream. I looked around and felt that the county was not as prosperous as the book said. Several women in long gowns passed by, and I said to my father, how can there be women Taoist priests in long gowns in the city? Dad said a fool, that is not enough for a long coat and a woolen coat. Looking back now, I still feel that woolen coats are no different from Taoist black long coats. After walking for a while, I saw several people around an alley; What are you buying with a smoking pot? I asked dad what it was. Dad said it was fried dough sticks. I said, can it last forever? Dad said of course you can eat it. I asked again, is it delicious? Dad said it was delicious. I sighed, and sure enough, it smelled good.

Unconsciously, I went to a distant relative's house. Relatives' homes are a mess, and there are big bags and small bags everywhere. Relatives asked if they had eaten. Dad said not yet. The relatives frowned and said shyly that the fire at home went out last night. Let's take you to the library to eat. Dad says it's still early, so let's get to work. I'm not hungry anyway. Relatives said nothing. The new house is not far from here, and it will be moved soon. Then I propose a toast to you. Go to work. Dad is a good worker, so he chooses a big one to move. I helped do it, too, and my ass followed dad's ass. After moving more than half, my relatives said to me, little guy, quite capable. Then give me two golden pears. Give dad two more. I took a bite and the water poured out, and my mouth was full of sweetness. The first time I ate such delicious pears, I lost two pears in less than half a cigarette. Dad smiled at me, wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed me one. I wanted to save it for home, but the pear was so tempting that I couldn't help swallowing it after touching it a few times.

By noon, all the relatives' things had moved out, and the renovation of the new house was packed with the help of my father. It's too cold, but dad is sweating all over. I saw my father's sweat splashing on several big wardrobes, bit by bit, flashing and flashing, brighter than Raven's big wardrobe. Relatives brought a cup of hot water and told dad to wash his hands and go out for dinner. Just as I was about to leave, fragile firecrackers sounded at the door, and a large group of men and women who congratulated me crowded into the room. Our relatives left us to socialize.

Dad led me out of my relatives' house and came to a crossroads. Dad said, I'm hungry. I'll order for a long time. Dad said, you eat dumplings. I asked with wide eyes; You help a relative, and he doesn't care about food? Dad said, what does the baby family know? Can't you see that people are busy? Besides, the harder you work, the more you get. We don't care about this. I made a face, pursed my lips and said nothing. Look, I'm a little unhappy. Dad said, why don't you treat me to dinner here and dad will buy you firecrackers? I smiled.

Dad went, and I took out dumplings from my pocket. It's a little hard, but I can eat it I ate three rice balls in one breath before I remembered to eat my father's share. When my father came back, he bought two catties of paper-wrapped sugar, a bag of kelp and semi-A Jin sugar chips to make liqueur. Dad happily handed me two short firecrackers. Firecrackers are wrapped in red paper, which is sultry. I jumped for joy. I said, dad, someone told me to eat glutinous rice balls. Are you hungry? Dad said: Dad won't sue, and Dad will eat fried dough sticks.

I don't believe what dad said. Dad took out two fried dough sticks wrapped in newspaper from his pocket and said, one for you, one for your mother, and the other one I ate with that pear. It was delicious. I took a bite of the fried dough sticks, which was really delicious.

Back home, it was getting dark. Mother specially made a big plate of fried Chili with leeks for our grandfather, which was refreshing and served rice. I can see that dad is hungry. Dad ate a bowl of rice from all over the world in one breath.

The next morning, my father went up the mountain to carry firewood. My mother came into my house with a pear in her hand and told me that your father bought a pear for my mother. She can eat it during the Spring Festival, but she doesn't. I looked at the golden pears and wanted to say something to my mother. My mouth moved and my throat choked.

Later, the pear was returned to my father, my father gave it to my mother and my mother gave it to me. We didn't eat. Finally, the pear rotted.

That year, I was 12 years old and went to town for the first time. The county seat didn't leave me the slightest impression, but I remembered the golden pear.