Faint Lord

Li Yu has been literate earlier than others since he was a child. Thanks to his father who reads poems to him all day long, he is just an ordinary worker, and writing and reading poems are just his personal hobbies.He stood beside his father every day, watched him write when he couldn't pick up a pen, and scribbled on the corner of the table when he could pick up a pen.

For him, the summer vacation of the second grade was a time full of people in front of him. Many people walked up and down in front of him, relatives whom he had never seen before, and adults who did not know but looked sad. His mother always walked in a hurry. , Li Yu touched his head and said to him, "Chongguang, your father is sick and needs to be hospitalized, you go to live with grandma for a while."

For a period of time, this is a vague measurement. At that time, he was learning unit conversion. One minute equals 1 seconds, one hour equals six 60 minutes, and a period of time equals minutes, hours, and days. He never understood it.

He and his grandma didn't get along very well. He often lost his temper by himself. When Li Yu came to visit him every week, he would ask, "When will I go home?" "When Dad recovers?" When will dad get better?" Li Yu didn't speak, and his question changed from a period of time to when dad got better, and when he and grandma were not angry, he asked her, "What's wrong with dad, when will he get better? "Grandma just clamped his head in her arms. He didn't like this position. He insisted on pushing it out. When he straightened his messy hair, she said, "It will be fine soon."

Soon, another fuzzy measurement, adults are always vague, unable to give an accurate answer.

After this summer vacation, he learned a new word before the classmates in the class. He heard it from Li Yu and found it after looking through the Xinhua dictionary. The explanation said it was a malignant tumor, followed by a long explanation that he couldn't understand, but he understood that malignant meant bad.In computer class, he secretly searched the Internet and realized that this is a difficult disease to heal.

A period of time is several years, and it will not be as fast as imagined.

But his father was discharged from the hospital. When he saw him, his whole life was thinner and his cheeks were sunken. He called Chong Guang, and he ran over as if he didn't know anything. He thought his father was a rare miracle. The illness was cured.But he can no longer hug himself up, and he will no longer stand and practice calligraphy every day. He just lies on the bed, often sweating.

After Li Yu finished his homework, he would sit by his bed and read to him the collection of poems he often read, and then he would always say something to him before going to bed, "Dad, you will be fine soon." He also learned to use This vague adjective is unclear because it carries too many other meanings, which are all too beautiful and beautiful meanings, and too definite measurement will make them fragmented.

He lived in these false and chaotic beautiful imaginations, until one day when he came home, his father got up from the bed and stood in front of the desk where he used to write. He was writing with a pen. Li Yu thought everything had come true, and he put down his schoolbag , walked to him and saw him writing a pair of Spring Festival couplets, but there was still some time before the Chinese New Year.Seeing him coming, he called him to come and see as before, and he put the Spring Festival couplets aside.

He took out a piece of paper again, spread it out and smoothed it out. It was the first poem he taught Li Yu, "The person who wrote this has the same name as you." When we met each other, Lin Hua thanked Chunhong.Li Yu didn't know the meaning of this poem, and his father didn't explain it. He had no energy after writing it, so he sat on a chair and said to Li Yu, "Dad didn't know what this was writing before, but he really understood it recently. It’s a little hard. Chongguang, living is very painful, but I know you will be able to persevere, and you must take good care of your mother.”

He handed the Spring Festival couplets into his hands and told him to post them on the door after the New Year. He carefully put them away for fear that they would be wrinkled during the New Year.

The next day, his father committed suicide.

It won't come soon, but the long-term hatred is already in my heart.