Suddenly the tears blurred my eyes

Uncle died, my heart is not quiet. Uncle and his father looks exactly like. His father died ten years, has vaguely remember his face.
   Wind whizzing from low to scratch the wind, cold rain and the snow particles hurriedly beat the window glass, along with me all the way to run gallop. When arrived, uncle is being carried on the crematoria conveyor belt. That fell asleep Uncle is the father. Suddenly the tears blurred my eyes, my heart prayed uncle all the way to go, also asked heaven's father, how are you? Unconsciously thought back to those days before the broken locks and joy ... ... a very young age, they are hungry for Dad. Whenever a partner scolds my wild species, I feel very wronged. Repeatedly asked her many times the same question: "I have a father?" Looked at me, my mother reluctantly said: "stupid, you have a good father." "When will he come back?" "Waiting for you Grow up, he will come back. " Watching their peers ride on the back of a happy father's look, I envy, more blame.
    When I was 8 years old, a winter evening, adults still working in the team, I and a group of children are playing happily playing hide and seek. At this time, a short, dark-skinned strange man came toward me and dragged my hand. I felt awkward and left him in a hurry. Everyone swarmed on. Not a mother hurried home in time, he almost got rid of these little devil. "Not yet called father", my mother quickly shouted, my heart whispered skeptical: "This is my father?" How can not tell, timid crowded crowd. Dad hugged me tightly in my arms, that rough big hand kept touching my head and choked: "Son, father sorry you, let you suffer." I stared and looked, but do not know Why does he want to cry like this as an adult?
    As we grow older, I gradually understand my father's life experience. Daddy's father was a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, and also ran a business. He had a pot plant in his mother's hometown. As Grandpa passed away early, father and father inherit his father's family, 16-year-old out of his family business, to maintain their livelihood. After the liberation father responded to the call of the motherland, all the ancestors donated to the country. 60s of last century, my father and mother free love to become married, loving husband and wife, with his brother. Good times are always so short, the Cultural Revolution broke out. Due to poor family composition, my father was forced to walk and fight everyday, suffering a lot. When I was half a year old, I was able to give up my work of reforming my hometown and did not have much time in my hometown. Forced to helpless, my father said to his mother: "You stay with her son better in her family, not because I have tired of the whole family." Since then, thousands of miles off the mountain off the flesh and blood between us. After the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, the spring breeze of reform blew China, and my father reinstated the original unit. The mother took us to the farmland assigned to the field, the whole family enjoyable. When implementing the policy, Daddy can absolutely demand that the state provide compensation for the occupied ancestral property. However, my father did not do so. He said quietly: "The state is not prosperous yet. I can have a happy life today. It is a good policy of helping the party. It should be enough. What is this thing?" look at more info | news | Discover More Here | visit their website | look at this web-site | Recommended Reading | click this site | this article | visit site | find here