Prose | Father on the fishing boat

■ Qin Jifang (Pingdingshan)

In the winter moon, I returned to my hometown and heard my father go to the river to fish in the river in such a severe cold weather. But the father who has been nearly an old age ignores our mood and is still doing it.

So I proposed to fish with him at night. My father's stubborn tone brought love: "Da Chan, what are you going to do?"

I made up my mind. When my father got up at the middle of the night, I quickly got up from the warm quilt, and was ready to go.

The village of winter night is silent and black. Only a few cold stars in the sky blinked with sleepy eyes and looked at us. The light of the electric car occasionally alarmed which dog was watching. After a barking, the sound went away with the weak light, and it was silent around.

His father rode an electric car, drove out of the village, passed through the field, and walked towards the river bank. When I was sitting behind the car, my face hurt by the cold wind. I wrapped the cotton clothes, wore a hat, and reached out and touched my father's fishing pants on the outside of the cotton jacket.

When we arrived on the bank of the river, my father parked the car and turned on the headlights. We got on the fishing boat together. I saw my father pulling up anchor, holding up the boat, and working hard. The boat left the shore and drove towards the water. Four weeks of darkness, only the sound of the boat passed through the water surface, echoed in my ear. The father's body leaned back and back with the boat, and the breath exhaled in his mouth, through the dull light of the headlight, quickly disappeared into the endless vast night.

I was sitting at the back of the boat, looking at my father's back, a sourness rose from my heart. When I was young, I often saw my father's torture because of the scars on the soles of the feet. The mother said that when the father was fishing in the river, he was tied by hard river mussel shells and anchor claws on the fishing boat. Every time he encountered injuries, his father grabbed a sludge on the wound of the bloody DC. For a long time, although the wound healed, when it was windy and rainy days, the wound was unbearable. At that time, every time we heard our mother talking about these things, we could hear the coolness.

"Go to the place." The father put away the boat, removed the thick gloves, and tone the headlight. I recovered my thoughts and stood up, shaking my frozen numb legs.

The night is vast and cold. "You just look at it, don't do it." The father said half -kneeling on the side of the ship's side, and fishing the net full of fish from the water, and then removed the large and small fish from the fishing net. Put it in a fish box with water.

I squatted beside my father and awkwardly gave my father a handle. His father's cracked hands were soaked by the cold river water. My nose was sour. In the past years, my father used his shoulders to carry the future of the family on his fishing boat. Nowadays, we have become a family business, and he should also be full of folded hands and quietly enjoy a happy life in his old age. However, my father, he still couldn't stop forward, stubborn and stubbornly stubbornly watching his small fishing boat, facing twilight.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, we packed the fishing nets. My father picked up the boat, scratched the fishing boat to another place, re -spread the net, and then leaned the fishing boat to the shore.

After the fishing boat leaned down, his father quickly poured the fish out of the fish box. After the transaction was completed, his father raised a silver fish and put it on the tram.

"Dad, this kind of fish is the most expensive, what about it?" I asked my father in doubt.

"I heard that you are coming back. The good fish will be kept in these few days. When you leave, you can't buy such wild fish in the city!" The father said that he started the electric car while starting. I sat in the back seat, and the hot tears couldn't stop overflowing.

When Chen Xi was slightly exposed, we arrived home. His father took off his fishing pants, took off his hat, and was wet his white hair, and he was hot in the cold air. He washed it, and after breakfast, he went to rest. Maybe it's too tired, my father turned over and fell asleep.

I sat quietly and looked at my old father. He slept so steadily and sweet, and his stubborn face always showed his loving light. The familiar light through the severe cold of winter not only warmed my childhood countless times, but also warmed my present. Father's love is like a mountain, and it will always continue ...

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