Haichuan Thanksgiving Season – The Teacher of Life, My Father 【Workplace 011】

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This post was last edited by leileienn on 2016-2-19 at 19:15. When I saw the topic, the first person who came to mind was my father. He is also my idol for life. Parents are a child’s best teachers. It can teach children how to be a person, how to learn, how to live, how to work, how to approach problems correctly, and how to solve them wisely. My growth is inseparable from my father. He has been my mentor in life, profoundly influencing my personality, work attitude, and approach to dealing with others. Let me talk about my lover from a past life, and some small things about my father in this life. According to my mom, before learning carpentry, my dad worked in many different jobs, and the items hanging in the storage room at our house are evidence of that. . . The most noticeable one is the thing used for making tofu; I can’t recall its name, but I know it’s used for that purpose. . . According to my mom, my dad was the only person in the village to learn carpentry as a craft; he took the initiative to learn it on his own. It is said that that master did not take on apprentices before my father, but my father’s sincerity and character moved the master, and as a result, my father became his only apprentice. . . My mom said that my grandma liked my dad the most among all her sons, so as a result, she also liked me. . . Only my family has photos of grandma, and they are photos of her with me. . . Although, I can no longer remember. . . It taught me to dare to try when doing things, and to have the courage to persevere ； Filial piety should come first in being a person. . . When I was young, the image of my father that stuck with me the most was him riding that 28-inch bicycle, with a pencil tucked in his ear and a saw hanging from the front handlebar; he would then hum some unknown tune as he slowly made his way along the alleyways toward our home. . . Hearing that song, no, that tune in the yard, one knows right away that Dad has come back. . . It seems that Dad is always happy; his pleasant tunes can be heard everywhere. . . When I grew up, the image of my father that stuck with me the most was him riding a motorcycle, wearing a small felt hat, with a cigarette in his ear; a tool bag was tied to the back of the bike, and as he rode he would hum some unknown tune, speeding along the narrow paths in the alleys toward our home. . . What could be heard in the yard was the sound of a motorcycle, followed by that tune; that meant Dad had returned. . . It seems that no difficulty can break his unknown little tune. . . After studying abroad, the image of my father that stuck with me the most was him wearing a small felt hat, a cigarette in his ear, walking unsteadily; of course, that unknown tune kept playing in the background without pause. . . It taught me that no matter what difficulties arise, life goes on as usual; one can keep humming songs, stay grounded, and hold onto one’s true self. . . Dad used to say that no matter how poor one is, tuition fees should not be owed. . . So, the three of us siblings have never missed or delayed paying our tuition fees. . . It is in such situations that our insurance has never been interrupted. . . Dad used to say that suffering misfortunes is a form of fortune. . . Dad used to say that when you were little and made mistakes, you could be beaten ； Now that you’re older and make mistakes, you can’t be beaten. . . Dad once told me to say hello to your roommates on your behalf. Dad once said that he wanted to achieve his own dreams, without your help. Realize your own dreams. It taught me: self-respect, self-love, and confidence; to persevere, hold fast, and stay determined. Dad tried many different occupations, from becoming a carpenter to turning into a versatile home improvement worker. . . He figured it all out on his own. . . Having damaged his health from working away from home, coupled with the cost of tuition for attending university, he was forced to change careers once again. . . At the age of 44, he started a business again. . . Money was raised from various sources to buy an old rotary plow, and work began on plowing the land. . . At the age of 47, he fulfilled his dream by buying a new rotary tiller and a concrete mixer. . . He passed away due to an accident at the age of 48. . . It taught me that crises can also be turning points ； It’s never too late to start a business ； Be a person with dreams ； Cherish life and stay away from danger. This is my life’s teacher, my idol for this lifetime, my lover in my past life – my father. . .