In my childhood, my father was the mountain I could only look up to and the indomitable hero in my mind.

My father has been in school for less than two months, but he knows many words. My father is familiar with The Romance of The Three Kingdoms, The Water Margin, Yue Shuo and Tang Shuo. He can not only tell the story word for word, The Scholars, The Three English Wars against Lyu3 bu4, On Heroes of Boiling Wine, but also be accurate? Thirty-six days and seventy-two demons? What about Yue Wumu's account? Four shots and eight hammers? Nicknames and names, even in private? The second hero of Sui and Tang Dynasties? It should be that Pei Yuanqing used a silver hammer to make plum blossom shine, not that Yuwen Chengdou used phoenix wings for gold plating. His knowledge is unfathomable and profound, which makes me stop at the top of the mountain.

On a hot night, power failure is normal. I can't sleep at all in the countryside. Outdoor? Enjoy the cool? This is the best evacuation. Father, a bamboo chair, a cattail leaf fan and a pot of coarse tea are talking about The Three Kingdoms under the big pagoda tree in my yard. He is often surrounded by devout listeners, and even fans of the Three Kingdoms in neighboring villages walk barefoot for more than ten miles to listen to lectures. Day after day, year after year, my father's "History of the Three Kingdoms" has been told many times, and the audience under the big locust tree has not decreased, but has an upward trend. My mother, who has a good housekeeping style, tried to sell some subsidies such as melon seeds, soda, popsicles, herbal tea and watermelons to the audience during her father's lecture, but her father was furious and stopped her, which once made me realize correctly that I didn't know the hardships of life. Don't let a few cents defile your knowledge. My father is in awe.

When my father talked about the Three Kingdoms, he looked proud. Especially when talking about it? If the husband is a villain, he is only engaged in carving insects, specializing in calligraphy, making some contributions to youth, and being humble and poor; Although his works have thousands of words, there are really no heroes in his chest. He is ambitious, has a good plan in his stomach and has the opportunity to hide the universe. He is also a hero in today's world, but he is a monarch and an ear. At that time, all his gestures were so romantic and unrestrained that my blood was boiling. I sometimes have hallucinations: I suddenly equate my father with such awesome figures as Zhuge Liang, Liu Bei and Cao Cao, and I am glad to have such a father. My biggest dream when I was a child was to inherit my father when I grew up? Sambo? Bamboo chairs, cattail leaf fans and teapots can also spread to the Three Kingdoms. It will be the most beautiful and glorious thing in the world to have a thirsty audience under the locust tree.

When I was in the fifth grade, I was the first in the village? Going to sea? My business father earned a little money and built the first three-story building in the village, which was the most brilliant moment in his life. When I was in Gai Lou, I don't know how many centuries old locust trees were cut down. I tried to stop them, but I dared not say anything. Since then, many memories of my childhood have also been cut off.

After the old locust tree was cut down, my father stopped drinking tea and began to drink. I gradually felt the expansion of my father. Father blushed after drinking less than half a glass of white wine. I heard that Li Bai? A hundred poems about fighting wine? After that, I began to greedy the things in the cup; My father didn't like red peppers, so he got to know Mao Zedong. No revolution if you don't eat Chili? After that, I began to eat Chili desperately; My father didn't smoke at first. I read from a stall magazine that Deng Xiaoping was addicted to cigarettes, so he began to learn to smoke. Smoking, drinking and eating Chili peppers are just personal preferences, which is a very common thing. My father insists on raising these living habits to a height that he can't reach at all, and must associate himself with those literary giants and great men. In his self-righteous concept, it seems that those villagers who don't smoke, drink or eat Chili are inferior.

Father often shows such an absurd emotion unconsciously. When he was the richest man in the village, the villagers could tolerate or continue to perfunctory him. Regrettably, with the spring breeze of reform and opening up blowing, my father, an excellent farmer entrepreneur, got worse and worse in business until he owed the biggest debt in the village.

My father smoked and drank the best wine in the village, but it was obviously different from before. Guests are always full, but the wine in the glass is not empty? That kind of grand occasion, the villagers who came to listen to my father's "Longzhong Dui" and "On the Hero of Cooking Wine" saw less and less. One night, I went to my deskmate's home in Bing Yi to ask for homework, and I heard Bing Yi's father Yi Laosan complaining to whom while striking the table. What kind of hero is Zhang Zhengchao? How dare he compare himself with Liu Xuande and Zhu Gekongming! What ability does he have to say "Longzhong Dui"? He owes me 500 yuan, and he hasn't paid it back for more than a year. I'd better think of a countermeasure for myself quickly! ? Yi Laosan used to be his father's most loyal listener. He took great pains to serve tea for his father under a big locust tree and shook a fan to repel mosquitoes. I clearly remember that old Yi had a birthday and invited me to go with his father. After three glasses of wine, he stood on the bench and made an excited speech? Today, Zhang Zheng's father came over, which is equivalent to the arrival of our county magistrate. Chairman Deng can hear the "Three Kingdoms" told by Zheng's father, but his old man's house is not as good as us ordinary people. Let's warmly welcome Zheng's father to the Legend of Boiling Wine Heroes, shall we? I can still hear this, but the past cannot be remonstrated. Today is not yesterday. Yi Lao's betrayal of his father made me very angry. I never went near Bing Yi's family again.

In the sixth grade, I was admitted to the village middle school with the second place in my hometown and the fourth place in my county? Experimental class? The little boy began to grow taller, but things at home didn't get better. I know what this means for the first time. You can't enter a family? . It was a winter evening, and I went home happily, clutching the great honor of the first prize in the school composition contest in my schoolbag, only to see a big white on the iron gate of the fence? Seal? Words, my heart suddenly sank, immediately think of two serious criminals in black and white TV Lin Chong and Song Wu. Mother and sister sat slumped on the stone pier in front of the iron gate, looking gloomy and silent. They were surrounded by the cheerful audience headed by Yi Laosan in the third circle. I carefully took the certificate out of my schoolbag and showed it to my mother, or deliberately showed it to people around me. At last, a smile appeared on my mother's mouth. My thin body was still unable to fight against the cold world, which was the only strength I could contribute at that time.

I don't know how many centuries I have been waiting for, but the night is coming. In the smoke, my father finally swaggered back on a phoenix bike. He stopped the car without saying anything, went straight to the iron gate and tore the seal to pieces. Mother said anxiously, this is the seal posted by the court. I won't arrest you and shoot you, will I? Father said casually, put your mother's heart at ease I have known President Zhou of the Executive Board for a long time. They are just going through the motions today, that is, he sent someone to tell me not to be at home this afternoon. My sister and I rushed into the yard and tore off the front and rear doors with great bitterness. Cross seal? It feels good to step on them and crush them into a ball and trample on the law. At that moment, I didn't think much. My father's image, which had been languishing for a long time, suddenly became great again. He has become my mountain and hero again. However, my father's tall impression didn't last long, which is my last memory of my father's heroic image.

In the years of junior high school, my father, who was busy paying off debts, hardly cared about me. I was so happy that my grades naturally went from bad to worse. My dad went to school without telling me when he started school in the third grade, and gave my class teacher and my English teacher with the heaviest subject a few clouds and Hongtashan that he was reluctant to smoke when he was on a business trip from Yunnan. I was bored at that time, but how could the hard gardener suddenly be friendly to me during that time?

On the eve of my senior high school entrance examination, Zhao Tingchang, the new official, personally led a team to arrest my father. Although my father was still not caught red-handed, a sewing machine, a TV set and an electric fan at home, the most expensive dowry of these mothers in those years, were all moved away by the big shots. My mother sat on the steps and kept beating herself, which made me very excited and kept me awake all night. I failed thousands of miles in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination, and barely got on the last bus of the ordinary high school with only one more point. Bing Yi, who was defeated by me for many years, was admitted to a provincial key point. On that day, Bing Yi's family gave a big banquet and invited the county troupe to sing ancient paintings. His father drank a lot of wine at home and then went to congratulate him. Yi Lao came all the way to smoke and was knocked down by his father. Father was furious and said: Your family has the ability to save the key points of the exam and sing a flower drum show. If you want to smoke Fu Furong Wang, you will smoke nothing. Father and Yi Lao had a big fight, and finally went home with many injuries in disgrace. Feeling guilty, I found some cotton cloth to dress my father's wound. When he raises his hand, he will hit me. The mother on the side was quick of eye and load, crying and pushing my father away, fighting with him desperately. At that time, I seemed to have understood that my father's injury was not in my body at all, but in my heart.

When I was a sophomore, my father, who had a hard time, finally changed his luck, made a single business, and basically paid off the debts owed many years ago. The debt-free father decided to advance? Retired? . The number of people visiting my home is increasing gradually. Father's "Longzhong Dui" and "Cooking Wine Hero" are in line with the right time, place and people, and still gathered a lot of listeners. I look on coldly and have changed my mood.

My idle father is not idle. He thinks he is a villager? Outside? . Whether the father-in-law quarrels with his daughter-in-law, or the left-behind grandson doesn't listen to grandma, we should take care of it in detail. Someone in this village must be responsible for upholding justice, until one day, when he went to running all the way to teach a newly married couple a lesson, he was injured intentionally or unintentionally by a spatula and a kitchen knife held by both sides, which seemed to wake up. My mother thought my father would get rid of his bad habit of meddling from now on. My dad really stopped for a few days, only a few cups of cat urine, and soon fell back to his old habit, stubbornly provoking a village official or a judge. Later, I don't know how many jokes and embarrassment he made. My mother repeatedly advised him to be vain, so she had to make him brave when it rained.

In the third year of high school, I failed to go to college. My father said that I 18 years old, so I can leave me alone and learn to be a carpenter or painter, and go to Guangdong to work with WU GANG, who made a fortune outside the village. WU GANG is three years older than me. It took me three years to become classmates. His grades have never broken through the top three in the penultimate ranking of his class. WU GANG's father held my hand tightly when he died. Trust the weight of an orphan? I have been repeatedly told that the young child prodigy in this village should take care of WU GANG more in the future. Fate played a modest joke. How can I get along with WU GANG instead? My mother and my father had a quarrel, sold more than a dozen starving piglets at home, and insisted that I go to cram school to repeat my studies. My opinionated and headstrong father didn't stop me this time.

The night before the college entrance examination in the second year, I returned to the dormitory after eating in the school cafeteria. My roommate Sima Shu Qi handed me some 10 yuan bills, saying that a stranger wearing cloth shoes and a straw hat had just given them to him. He didn't say who he was, only told me to buy something delicious these two days, and said that I knew who he was. I count one * * * is nine crumpled? Great unity? I didn't even collect a hundred dollars, and tears welled up in my eyes: since my father is glorious? Retired? Since then, he has no economic income. Every time he smokes a pack of cigarettes and drinks a pot of wine, he must be thrifty with his mother's permission, and his life is extremely short. I don't know how long it took him to save such a large sum of money before it was delivered to me on this day.

That year I was finally admitted to the local university, and the knife marks on my father's forehead began to stretch a lot. There are many books in university libraries, and contemporary college students spend a lot of time reading idle books. The complete works of Shuo Tang and Shuo Yue, which were difficult to read in the village before, can be easily found here. My father's once mysterious forum is no longer fresh and yearning in my mind.

My father wants to play chess with me when I come home in the summer vacation of my freshman year. Have you mastered the secret of plum blossom and orange after playing in the boring university dormitory all night? Straight shot and broken car? And then what? Smash a straight car with a gun? My chess skills have greatly increased, and I am different from the man who asked my father to give me a car and a horse. After losing to me three sets in a row, my ignorant father said that I gave him a horse, and my father snorted angrily, but he didn't stop; After losing three sets in a row, he began to stand by, and later lost two sets in a row; Father's forehead and neck began to sweat at the same time. When he tried to hide something by pouring the cup himself, he used the cup countless times and didn't hold it steady. It fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, and the food and wine of Yi Laosan's family spilled all over the floor. When my father took the opportunity to brush the chess on the table and bent down to pick up the ceramic fragments, his rickety body and gray hair made my young mind twitch, and I involuntarily rose to the mission and responsibility of this family.

At the university, I raised funds to set up a student canteen and a video hall, set up a tutor center, set up a training class on Go and Chess, and wrote articles for newspapers and periodicals all over the country. I'm so busy that I don't even have time to talk about a love affair. When I was struggling to raise tuition fees for my junior year, my father found a humble residence that I rented off campus. He said he was going to Shanghai to do a big deal with an international consortium in Australia. He once gathered a few friends who went to the sea to do business, and then he officially returned to his hometown. He showed me the English contract in black and white, which seemed to be the case, but he didn't even have enough money to travel back and forth to Shanghai himself. I heard that I made a lot of money this summer vacation. Ask me how much I have, let me lend it to him first, and then double it back to me soon. When I was still hesitating, my father told me with firm eyes that even a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine would never want to go to his mother? Please. He said that he had been so unmanly these years. Is that him? Last fight in life? . So where can we hesitate?

Naive peasant entrepreneurs were fooled around by the chairman and general manager of Australia International Group. Father finally knew that this was a fraud gang, but when he woke up from his dream, he couldn't find any favorable evidence and he didn't have any ability to punish those well-dressed bad guys. The more serious consequence of this incident is that in order to save enough tuition fees, I took risks and cheated with several gangsters in the streets around the school. It was easy for gamblers to find out and almost lost a finger. The gamblers ordered me to write an iou for 2000 yuan, which made me afraid to go back to school for a long time. I didn't pay my tuition, missed so many classes and didn't even get my college diploma. It is said that my father felt a little guilty about it, but he never mentioned a word to me.

When I first entered the society for one or two years, I had no college diploma and no work experience, which was very embarrassing. The future is blank, and young people with no way out are extremely miserable. The gap between ideal and reality is too big. For a long time, I lost hope and courage to continue living. My father and mother quarreled more and more in their hometown, and my father was drunk and had more and more accidents in the village. Until I adjusted my mentality and restrained the general ambition of young people to be big and humble, and endured endless loneliness from scratch. Through unremitting efforts and persistence, I have overcome one difficulty after another that ordinary people can't imagine. Finally, I have published several books, done several things, earned a little reputation, and stopped worrying about food and clothing. ? Talk from a distance, not by the autumn wind? From time to time, my father happily revealed on the phone that his position in the village has obviously improved. The young people in the village respect him very much. The old people will take the initiative to consult him when they have big and small issues, and their lives are getting more and more moist.

For a time, my father was very concerned about my lifelong events, saying that my primary school classmates, WU GANG and Jiangdu had gone to school, but I was still alone. If I can't find a wife outside, he will go to Yanglin Village across the river to find one for me. Yang Linzhai is an immigrant who refuses to be naturalized. It is said that if we don't know much about it there, the older male bachelors in the village who can't find wives will eventually go to Yanglinzhai for help? Naked? . What's more, the girls in Yanglinzhai are discriminated against by the villagers, but when they get home, they are gentle and polite, frugal and extremely virtuous. They can not only manage housework, but also have children, which is also a way out. I told him grumpily on the phone that you should stay out of my business and go to Yanglinzhai to find me a wife in the future. Be careful that I don't go home during the Spring Festival. My father knows my temper and stubbornness very well, and he is quite right. Since then, he has never urged marriage.

Over the years, I have been demanding of myself, and there are too many things to do. Every holiday when I go back to my hometown, I always come and go in a fireball. My father sometimes finds an opportunity to say something to me. I am always dragged by some relatives, neighbors and classmates to play dominoes, poker and mahjong. On the Mid-Autumn Festival three years ago, my father and I finally had the first in-depth communication. I asked him what he did at home on weekdays. He said he had nothing to do. He said he wanted to play chess, but everyone in the village was buying horses to play mahjong, and there were no chess players at all. He wants to read, but he has no books to read. I can't help but be moved by it. I am keenly aware that this is not a father's problem, but reflects the current countryside? Empty nesters? General mental emptiness. So I decided to donate some books to the elderly activity center in the village and sponsor one? Peasant chess championship? I started all this later? Rural culture month? One of the important contents of multi-theme activities. And when will my father take part in the activities of more than 40 villages in the town as one of the four representatives of the village? Farmer Chess King Competition? At that time, I saw many confident and murderous young people at the scene. Refuse to accept old age? In fact, he gave up the lottery in an ugly way and became a shameful deserter. This act of running away from the enemy once made my little nephew and nephew, his little grandson and grandchildren look down on him.

More than ten days before the Dragon Boat Festival this year, my father called me excitedly and said that he had written couplets for the dragon boat race to be held in the village. He wants to read it to me and let me give some advice. I am busy grasping something that seems very important, but I have no time to listen to his couplets. The night after I finished my work, I tossed and turned and didn't sleep well.

Yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival, and my father called me again in the evening, saying that the couplets he wrote about the dragon boat race were well received in the village. There were 36 dragon boats in the town, and the red dragon boat in the village won, setting off a lot of fireworks and firecrackers. The scene was spectacular and lively. In a few days, I will sing the Flower Drum Opera for three days and three nights. There are several famous actors in the county. Unfortunately, I don't have time to go back and watch it. My father seems to be at ease with me now. He doesn't nag me about anything else, and he doesn't urge marriage. He just told me to pay attention to health and safety outside. Confucius? Parents only worry about their own illness? So am I? Filial piety? Yes

It was imported from America today? Father's day? A festival I don't know. I listened to the circulating "Father" and recited the name I no longer looked up to in the distance. I can't help but burst into tears when I recall many past events in the past 30 years. I will be happy and proud of this bad old man with a strange temper and many problems, and swear to bring him greater happiness and pride. I will be the mountain he can rely on in this life and the great hero in his mind.