Li Xiansen 丨 Father's whip (prose)

Father's whip

Text/Li Sensen

There is a whip hanging on the wooden stake at the corner of the old house.

The whip was made by his father himself. A piece of leather was rubbed into a rope and hit a few knots, tied to a three -foot -long bamboo pole. My father once used it to call the donkey and punish me.

At the end of the 1970s, when I was in elementary school, the households in the village were generally poor. There were low adobe houses in my eyes. Every family was wooden doors, wooden windows, and hospitals. For the children who have not been to the township in the township and have not even been in the city, they can eat full, wear warm clothes, and read books.

Therefore, in my childhood, I did not have a little concept and psychological gap in the rich and poor. On the contrary, this frog at the bottom of the well has made me develop many hair diseases such as nonsense and escape. That autumn, the rain kept next to the rain. I didn't want to go to school, and I hid in the village's abandoned warehouse and played poker with several partners such as Anzi and Fengke. I forgot time for a while.

Playing was on his head, and the door was suddenly opened. His father was wearing a rain cap, a coat, Tie Qing's face, and a whip in his hand. My father came back when he pulled the car and listened to the teacher and said that I fled again, and came all the way.

At the moment my father entered the house, we all stunned, and the fool sat there. When my father saw this, he asked loudly: "You don't go to school, what are you doing here?" Several friends seemed to have come back, throwing away the poker, climbing out of the broken windows of the warehouse, and the rabbit escaped. I hesitated a little, and the last one climbed out of the window, barefoot, and ran all the way to home.

I didn't dare to go home, I hid under the door of the neighbor's house. When I came to avoid the rain, I wanted to wait for my father to get angry before going back. But things are not as simple as what I imagined. My father is indifferent, and I have to find me to settle my account. I was breathing here, and my father came over with his heels. It seemed to know that I was hiding.

My father was on his head, let me let me go, and waved the whip and pulled me to me. With a sound of "Biao", the whip bombed behind me, and I obviously felt that the whip with a hot wind passed by my back, hot and hot.

I was scared to do the number, and the crying villages spread through the desperate village. But my father was angry and let me kneel on the ground, and said sharply: "Fart big children, not to read well, and how can you grow up when you grow up. Raise the whip in his hand.

The mother shouted a silly son, got up and ran, don't kneel stupidly.

But I didn't run, I just hugged my head with both hands and curled up into a group. I want to let him fight, and he will feel better after playing enough. Later, the mother came over to take the father's dancing whip like a snake -like whip, saying that he would go to school if he broke the child.

In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of gently. His father was crying with a quilt with his head, and his wide shoulder shrugged under the quilt. My heart suddenly stunned, like acupuncture.

I dragged the scarred body and crawled over, kneeling down. I whispered to him to go to school. My father picked up my head and cried loudly. This is the only one when I grow up and crying at once, crying like a child, choking like a child.

At that time, I was only eleven or two years old, although I couldn't fully understand the meaning of my father's crying. But this whip is unforgettable, but he has a long memory, and he dare not escape.

The whip, the father of the father, took it everywhere.

Every morning, my father rushed to the donkey to come to the village or brick factory in the early morning with a whip, giving people a stroke and brick ... He liked this whip, and he took it in his hand when he pulled the car. a bit. Don't be on the back of the back when walking, shaking like a flower on the stage, a little funny. Back home, hang the whip on the wooden stake behind the door, not allowed our children to touch it.

When I was a kid, I belonged to the "monkey". I jumped up and down, and the trees drew bird eggs, touched fish and shrimp in the river, and broke the glass of my neighbor's house with my friends with a slingshot. In my classmate's schoolbag, I even fled to run wildly ... The people around me were very disgusted with me, and secretly said bad things about me.

The scolding of the parents and parents of the teacher, naturally, often angered his father. The pole did not really get the whip on the donkey, and there was no less on my ass. Although my father rose high and fell softly, it really shocked me, and the pore eyes were open. So that I think that the whip is in the hands of my father, it is not used to hug donkeys, but it is like a private "family method".

My father's whip became my "tight curse", and all kinds of bad problems were broken by whip one by one. Until I went to middle school, my self -discipline was a little stronger, and I had less whip. My father no longer hit me with a whip, but it didn't mean that he let go completely.

I remember the day when I put on military uniforms, the father who sent off at the sending off at the military station was the only sentence that I told me to do well on the troops, otherwise they would be a whip.

The bitterness of flesh is naturally painful. Whenever I thought of the "whipping" I had suffered when I was a kid, I did not dare to slack off after the army. When training is tired, when you want to be lazy, when you are on duty and want to sleep, you will always think of the scene where his father takes his whip to pump me. So, no matter how tired, bitter, biting his teeth.

Later, due to work performance, I highlighted my second merit. On the day of receiving the joy, his father was happy and spread all over the village. His purpose was clear, that is, to tell people in the village that the naughty me in the past was promoted.

That night, my father called me, and the words were very mild, with excitement and encouragement. After I became a house, my father deliberately found the whip that made me unforgettable, and gave it to his wife like Yuci, authorizing my wife to control me, especially for me to make mistakes. The wife was puzzled. His father said that hitting him was his kiss him, so that he would not go to the road and evil road. I am considerate of my father's painstakingness, and I know the meaning of the presence of a whip.

My father's whip is my spiritual wealth! It is not only a spur on me, but also encouraging me. It makes me make less mistakes, pondering the business, and walking all the way, always so straightforward, innocent and friendly.

[About the author] Li Xiansen (male), a native of Song County, Henan, a member of the Communist Party of China, and a university degree. He has been serving in the army for 26 years. He is currently the head of the Publicity Section of the Standing Committee of the Luoyang Municipal People's Congress and a first -level director. From the tide of the local economy, more than writing, editing and publishing news works "Snow Sound", "The Practice of the People's Congress to serve the people of the people", long report literature "Mether, Promotion", "My Village, My Roots, My Roots, My Roots ", Etc., 14 of them won the Henan People's Congress News Award and the 28th China People's Congress News Award winner.

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