Early in the morning at the station, my father gave me. Must have been to the sight, he was turned. Meili, he always wanted to accompany me to see snow-capped mountains, or even want to join me to go Inagi. Nature knows that his father does not really want to go to those places, he just wanted to accompany me. However, from home, to Kunming, to Dali to Lijiang to Zhongdian, the boundaries of several days, if Zaiqu get chin, another bumpy day. I am worried that my father's body, he himself is skeptical. Soil from the Pitt came back that day, my father fell asleep in the car, and fatigue made him appear increasingly had aged, but also started to make the trip I suspect the good at putting forward its proposals. After all, the older the father, although the pace slowed as much as possible, but the long series of car dealers, but also oppressive. Then persuaded his father to give up or back to Lijiang, Dali Kosumi. His father was silent for a long time, finally agreed. So the next day, his father accompanied me up early, get chin to catch the car. After his father is busy before the busy to help me to buy breakfast, bought fruit. As if I am still a child that just to be away from home. In the car, watched his father thin figure, waving goodbye to me, and finally hidden in the crowd come and go.
Year, no, in my, this fellow just want to complete a task, to meet the task. However, his father, yet this time out as an extremely important matter. After all, is the first time so far out of the door, just to travel. After all, they can see that his daughter had not seen in a year, but maybe next time we meet again in a year later. After all, the audacity to say that her daughter's father to let myself what great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
Has tried to persuade his father to fly, but thrifty all his life, he insisted on by train. Trains three days. 3 days, the father said, anyway, retired, plenty of time. 3 days, the father said there sleeping, very comfortable. 3 days, the father said he could see the scenery along the way, not as mortal as the plane by. But the school aircraft, he has never flown.
Father was early in the morning to Kunming. My plane to noon. Already told him that he was resting at the hotel. Acutely aware of the taste of a long train, even sleeping. But when I entered the hotel when they saw their father, sitting in the lobby waiting for me! To see my moment, he was so happy, eager to chair to stand up hastily came up to me. To near, and just rubbed his hands in the face of complex backpack, do not know where to start. Father, obviously old, have gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead deepened. This year, his father was actually so big changes.
Soon, I repeatedly asked my father did not go well, how the work and living what. As if the words of one year should be said at this moment out.
The entire journey, although the best way to deal with all matters, his father still can not concentrate on enjoying my arrangements. For food, for lodging, for the journey, the key is for the price, all my concern. Every thing, my father would be to compare the price with the home, and then try to control myself not to nag. No matter how many times my statement, argue the habit of a lifetime can not always go to. Fortunately, Yunnan, a much lower price than the coast, my father finally has had more opportunities for peace of mind.
In addition to heavy rain the middle Stone Forest, along the way were still God bless. In the Cangshan overlooking Erhai Lake, walking bridges in Lijiang flowing water, ice and snow in the Yulong feelings. Father, seemed enthusiastic.
However, only in-beam river, let my father know what is really moving. At that time, we have the stone on the road aimlessly walking unknowingly came to water's edge an alley, at the end leads to a family. Black tiles, white walls. Sect Zhiya soon as opened, one with his father the same gray-haired old man turn out (very reluctant to use the word old man, but yet can not think of other words to replace). To see us, first a bit surprised, and then they invited us to his kind Jia Zuozuo. Hot sun at noon, and one into the courtyard, that is, Yi Gu cool. Shop gravel courtyard planted with flower tree, lush. The yard is small, it's well-organized care. Sitting in front of the Office under the eaves, the gravel road on a late spring sun cast a shadow of a Road. Yan Xia hung a few empty cages.
The owner took us to see his house, water areas. Behind the house has a four-step square earth homes, planted a row of 23 vegetables. Is the stream of the past. Drainage water from the other cited over, it was washed water. The corner of the courtyard of the house have a small pick outlet, do like a slim hole. Says the owner of the water you drink like family is a morning pick from this mouth of.
Water Qinglie and sweet. Naturally out of top grade tea. Yan Xia tea sat chatting. For the elderly is a medical doctor. In the Nu River where the original work. A few years can not go home once. Son and daughter are in the city. Retired, living in the city for a few years, I feel better, or the countryside, in turn move back to live. Rest a moment the old Zhaizi is a pension of heaven. Here the water is good, the air is good, mood is like, people naturally want to longevity. His father and the owner talk things to their hearts. When adolescents talk and talk is now living with their sons and daughters lament, respectively. At that time his father first saw the full input, the first time music while forgetting his father owned, was also the first time I heard my father lamented that "really wanted to live down here."
To live down the end was only a dream. His father was tired, and reluctantly agreed to go back first. Although it is known how he wanted me to accompany him a few days more, but again makes me selfish Unable to rare vacation.
I have left. Do not know if the father is not there a heavy heart.
Looked outside the car flew over the mountains, as if some lonely figure printed with his father.
Author: happylee
