Women are plains and men are mountains!

are men mountains? Yes, all men in the world are a mountain!

My father is a mountain, a tall, upright and majestic mountain!

However, I have never seen the precipitousness of my father's mountain, which made me panic and fear anything.

However, I have never seen the sudden change of my father's mountain, and I have been frightened and scared by thunder and rain.

Father is a mountain, full of sunshine and rain, covered with green hills and bathed in spring breeze; A beautiful mountain; A mountain with pleasant scenery; A fascinating mountain!

Although my father has been away from us for a long time, the corners of my eyes get wet every time I think about my father. In my dreams, I often stretch out my arms and hug our father tightly. When I woke up, there was no loving father's face, only my father's dream shadow, only sad tears and wet pillow towel. What kind of feelings of father and son are hard to give up? !

Father in impression and reality is always associated with smile, kindness, friendliness and modesty.

Father's smile is full of optimism! Father's smile is full of confidence! My father's smile is all infected, and it is passed on to me in a subtle way. Let me face life with a smile, face life.

In childhood, my brother and my grandmother lived in the suburbs far from the city. Because of frequent power outages, we formed the habit of going to bed early every day. In this way, the time to be close to my parents every week is very short, especially in winter. When my parents come home, it's getting dark and we all fall into dreams. The next morning, the father who got up early either filled the water tank in the kitchen or went to the river to pick up the briquettes to be burned for a week; Either go to the streets to buy rice and vegetables, or go to the grain store to buy coarse grains and miscellaneous noodles. In order to try to reduce the burden on grandma who runs the house because of us. My father, who has finished these things and then rested, has little time left, because he has to rush back to work in the city with his mother to get busy for tomorrow's life and work. Caring so deeply, my father's footsteps seem to be always in a hurry.

For our brothers, on the morning after his father came back, when he opened his eyes, everyone could see a paper bag beside his pillow, which was put by his father. There are snacks that my father divided for us. In order to solve our greed, my parents did not take a boat with six cents, but only took a boat crossing the river with two cents, and then walked home. The money saved became snacks for the three of us. At that time, we only knew the pleasure of satisfying our cravings, but we didn't realize the hardship and love our father had paid for us at all.

In a year, what we look forward to most is the early arrival of the Spring Festival every year. In this way, in addition to a hearty dinner we want to eat, there will be so many aunts, uncles, big brothers and sisters at home. What's more, we can stay with our father for a little longer. Enjoy the father's love for us. Father will touch our heads, kiss our faces, hold me in his arms, ask me if I miss my father and mother, ask this and that, and finally I will get a deep kiss from my father. At this moment, is there anything sweeter than sugar? On this day, what is left is the true love of father and son, the hearty laughter that belongs to father's family happiness, and a smile that will never be forgotten. Especially the youngest, I am most proud of being able to sit on my father's lap, fall in his arms and enjoy his unique "privilege".

On New Year's Eve, after the family and the guests are seated, the two brothers will stare at both envious and "jealous" eyes, watching their father jump and make trouble, stretching his neck straight, shaking his head and shaking his head like a little "general". Gently picked it up, put it on my lap, protected my waist with one hand, and poured the wine bottle in my small hand into the glass one by one. This little glass is filled with our deep affection and joy for our father. Then I will give the glass full of wine, one for my grandmother, one for my mother, one for all the elders, and one for myself. I poured the wine into a big jar again, and my father gave it to my brother and sister one scoop at a time. The last two scoops, one for my eldest brother and one for my second brother. Next, my father will insert chopsticks into the glass and dip the wine on the tip of the chopsticks into my mouth until I shout spicy food and want to run. That's not all. My father will "grab me back" and "prick" my face with his short beard, making me feel itchy but painful, and "scared" me to laugh and fart. Oh, what my father gave back to us was a deep father's love!

twelve o'clock in the evening. Firecrackers sounded, and the new year came. As usual, my father put his own wallet with lucky money in our hands. So, our brothers and sisters laughed and cheered again. The deep affection between father and son enveloped this loving hut, and the family was happy. We resigned from the past year in the hearty laughter of our father! In the hearty laughter of my father, the first day of the new year is ushered in!

Ask my father what are these famous wallets, such as crocodiles and kangaroos, but he can't answer. He will never associate crocodiles and kangaroos with wallets except that he can answer them as animals. It was in the shopping mall that my father would never buy such a so-called brand wallet. It's not that he can't afford it, but that he doesn't use that "foreign" thing at all. It is the father who wears a tie and a suit, and his wallet is always folded in his arms.

that kind of oil-yellow wallet is made of kraft paper. My father taught us how to fold it hand in hand. There are several layers inside, which can separate the faces of all kinds of banknotes to ensure that the banknotes will not be folded, and the money taken out is like new. This kind of wallet folded from kraft paper is very affordable, and it is not afraid of losing it. Even if it is lost, it is not a pity, because the craft is there, and it can't be lost if it is folded again. If the wallet is folded out now, modern young people will either laugh their teeth off or envy the dead, because for young people who follow the fashion, it is the most "old" and most natural wallet, which is not inferior to the fashionable brand-name wallet. Because we are lazy, because of our "face", we will never use that kind of "rustic" wallet again, let alone how to fold it. Paper-folded wallets are lost and extinct. What is left is infinite regret, and also our memory of our father!

My father likes wine, but he doesn't drink too much, and he doesn't drink too much, and the same is true for cigarettes. Father who smokes, doesn't smoke often, or doesn't smoke at all. Because of the smoke, we left a classic story in our family.

I wonder when and where my father got a pack of "Zhonghua" cigarettes. In those days when cigarettes were bought by ticket, what kind of mood was it for a smoker to have such a pack of cigarettes? The word "China" was enough to "show off" and be excited. For my father, who doesn't smoke often, this pack of cigarettes is definitely the darling of a "treasure among treasures". The joyful father kept mumbling, "I want to keep it, I want to keep it …" and hid it in a secret place that none of us knew. Because of the secret, we didn't ask anyone. Because of the secret, with the passage of time, we all forgot about that precious packet of "Zhonghua" cigarettes.

On that day, an old colleague who had worked with his father for many years came to see his father from his hometown, and his father was overjoyed. It was inevitable that he would invite his friends to his home to catch up. In addition to a hearty dinner, cigarettes and wine are naturally indispensable. The hospitable father introduced his colleagues to our home. We were warmly infected by our father and affectionately called our uncles who came from afar. Everyone's faces were written with joy and shared the happiness that my father's face had because of the arrival of his old colleagues. When my mother was busy with the kitchen and sat around the table with us, my father took a mysterious look at all of us, then quickly left the table and went back to the table like lightning, sitting down with my old friend. His expression was mysterious and exciting. I saw my father scanning everyone with a smiling face, saying nothing, saying nothing. The subtext is: Do you know what I'm going to do? Father took something out of his coat pocket, put his hands together and reached into the middle of the table. Before our eyes, he slowly spread out his combined hands, and a pack of red cigarettes with the word "China" flashing appeared in front of our eyes, which surprised and amazed us. Surprisingly, it is rare to see my father so excited, and surprisingly, cigarettes that we have forgotten have appeared in front of us again. Father's laughter, mother's laughter, uncle's laughter from afar and our laughter linger in the room for a long time.

father gently uncovered the trademark of cigarettes, slowly tore off the tin foil, carefully took out two cigarettes, one for uncle and one for himself, then took out the matchbox, slowly pushed it away, scratched it and reached the cigarette in uncle's mouth. In this process, my father's actions seem so free and easy and elegant. Father is cherishing the long-lost same thing, and enjoying the real affection of the family gathering. Unexpectedly, the cigarette in my uncle's mouth didn't light up, so I scratched and lit it again, but it didn't light up. After all, I didn't light that advanced cigarette. Father wondered: this is my darling, a carefully collected cigarette. He held the cigarette in his hand under the lamp. Ha, ha, ha, ha ... My father was happy, my mother was happy, my uncle was happy, we were happy, laughter rang again, and we even laughed our heads off. It turned out that the baby left by my father was eaten by insects, and the fire could not be ignited. That's the best cigarette among Chinese, Qunying, Daqianmen, Spring City and Jinsha River in those days. It's a pity that it doesn't burn and can't be smoked. It's regrettable, sighing and memorable. Smoke, smoke, love, love, hehe-hahaha ... Then, laughter rang out again in the room, especially my father. I have never seen his bold smile, so passionate smile, so loud and clear. The smiling image of a happy, kind and kind father has been printed in my mind for a long time and has become an eternity!

The laughter didn't stop until my mother took another box of spring city "famous brand" cigarettes that my father occasionally smoked.

I think my uncle was happy that day. He felt not only the happy affection of our family, but also my father's innocent friendship, which was worth cherishing, so that he could taste it as a kind of spiritual wealth. The scene of my father lighting a cigarette will definitely leave such a dramatic and beautiful moment in his smoking history. My father and uncle were in great spirits that day, and they should be ten years younger that day.

I never thought that my smiling, kind, kind and gentle father finally made a big "fire" on me one day in the late 197s, and the only "fire" that made me unforgettable.

that day, I was washing clothes in the public laundry pool. I saw that a basin of clothes was about to be washed, and I thought, after dinner, I can appear in the basketball court! What a happy thing for a 16-year-old boy! It's natural and pleasant to hum a tune while watching the clear tap water flowing from the tap.

However, something unexpected happened, and I was surprised and angry before my eyes.

A pair of greasy, soapy hands reached out to the tap running with clean water, and the sewage flowed down, and a basin of clean water immediately became so turbid, and my clothes were clean ...

I became speechless and dumbfounded. What I saw angrily was a smiling face shaking in front of my eyes.

is the face of a big sister. Is there water in her head? How could you do such an unreasonable thing? Damn it, really damn it.

It is when I enter the reckless age stage that I can't tolerate such a thing. A completely thoughtless, angered me, made an irrational and reckless move, and poured this muddy water into another washbasin.

that's a washbasin with fresh pork and ribs.

at this moment, it was a big sister who became speechless and dumbfounded. A stream of "wronged" tears immediately ran down her cheeks. "Woo, woo-"voice from her mouth. Nose at the same time.

a quarrel inevitably happened.

I am a man, and I got revenge on my elder sister. I was relieved and my vanity was greatly satisfied. At this moment, my voice will naturally be a few degrees higher, and the voice of my big sister will be suppressed.

I'm very proud. I'm really proud. I, with a long neck, shook my head and shook my head like a rooster, laughing with ecstasy.

"Go, apologize to my sister-"A voice sounded in my ear, small but clear.

Where does the sound come from? I am the winner. Who am I afraid of? I want to show myself by dancing.

"Go, apologize to Big Sister-"Oh, listen clearly, what a familiar voice, it's father, the tone is still so peaceful, but it sounds so harsh to me.

"Dad, it's not me, it's her-"I'm sure I'll defend my ignorant father and my own behavior.

"I told you to apologize to Big Sister-"My father's voice is still the same, but the tone is aggravated. It sounds so stern, firm and capable.

"Dad, it's my sister. She first-,don't believe me, can you ask them?" Is to fight for face, or want my father to give me a fair.

"I asked you to apologize to your sister, not to defend yourself or anything. Do you understand?" My father will never shout, but there is majesty in peace, which makes me feel that my father's voice is like a mountain roar, like thunder. I have never seen a father with a grim expression. That face, which reminds me so far, has a sincere admiration for my father.

this is my father!

asked me to apologize to someone who made me very angry. I was very manly. If there was a crack in the ground, I would not hesitate to get in. Just now, I was carried away, shaking my head and being heroic. At this moment, like a defeated "rooster", I completely lost my fighting capacity and stood with my head down.

my father looked at me with his majestic eyes. I was in tears, and in full view, I apologized to the big sister very grievance. However, in my heart, I really can't figure it out and keep asking myself, where am I wrong?

When I grew up, I was really sensible and became a "man" and dared to take responsibility, my mother told me the truth about the "sister incident": my father knew that I was right. Afterwards, the big sister also sincerely apologized to our parents. She wanted to apologize to me in person, but her father stopped the big sister.

My mother told me that your father did that so that you could not form the habit of being unreasonable and learn to be a real man. Be open-minded, tolerant, magnanimous and tolerant when things go wrong.

it's no wonder that now I'm not surprised by something, I don't avoid it, I face it squarely and solve it. I will think rationally and calmly. It turns out that my father is still here.