Against the wind, a straw hat

A golden straw hat my father had just bought from the market, smelling of dried grass.

When I was a child, I always liked to sleep in the summer with my father's straw hat, especially at night, in the open wheat field, our family ate dinner, gathered here, while guarding the wheat, while chatting, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, a tea time, I fell asleep. Wake up, the sky is bright, saliva overflow wet father's straw hat, shake a shake, like water on the lotus leaf.

During the day, most of the straw hats belonged to the father, who either used him to shield the hot sun, or used it to shield the wheat chaff that was blown away by the wind. Therefore, in my impression, there is always a touch of wheat in my father's straw hat, which is the breath of harvest.

After a busy life, the straw hat, belongs to me, I put it together with the uncle's top, "bang - bang - bang - bang bang..." Two straw hats, like the cymbals in the musical instrument touch together, straw hats collide where will there be sound? That sound was the masterpiece of my father who was idle on the farm, and my father became the best music master in my childhood memories!

Clearly remember, my father helped me "score", but also can not help dancing, the dance, like Mongolian wrestling, of course, Mongolian wrestling is I later know, it is on TV, has long forgotten that it is a variety show, only remember I pulled the kitchen busy mother: "Mom look, the two people are learning dad..." Mother burst into a laugh, stroked my head and said: "Child, that is' Mongolian wrestling '!" I would not believe my mother's words, because, in my childhood impression, only dad can dance to such an exaggerated.

"Bang - bang bang", dad's dark face with a bright smile, the smile of the wrinkles, it is clear that the summer mature wheat waves, wave after wave, accompanied by two straw hats together, Dad's face waves floating. When my father started this dance, it seemed that he had never been tired, and only when my hand with the straw hat was tired, my father stopped to wipe the sweat. Remember once or twice, I also grabbed the towel to dad wipe sweat, then dad suddenly became very quiet, happy to let me wipe, I do not know why, every time also close your eyes, may also be reminded of his childhood, otherwise, why whenever dad opens his eyes, always eyes wet?

Dad's straw hat isn't just good for summer. It will be the same next spring. In the spring, my father used one of the simplest ways to let the straw hat fly to the sky, he first used two slender bamboo strips in the hat belly, and then tied a long strip of cloth on the brim, and then tied a long line, a kite made of straw hat flew to the sky!

Vaguely remember that the cloth on the brim of the hat is always red, like a slender flag flying in the air, and more like a golden bird, swinging a fiery red tail in the sky. In the spring wilderness, my father and I ran, over one ridge after another, straight to the village's mother to arouse my name, that is to eat.

At that time, I would always eat and say that Dad was an inventor. Whenever I praise my father in this way, the mother will always skim her lips, I saw my mother jealous, busy with my father taught me the "trick" - mom, you are a gourmet ah! Then the whole family burst into laughter.

Time flies, and I cannot remember how many years have passed since this scene. I gradually from the rural primary school to the town's junior high school, and from the town's junior high school to the county's high school, and later, until the provincial university. Far away from home, it is rare to see my parents a few times a year, my hometown father for my studies, still farming in the countryside, still wearing a straw hat, busy in the golden wheat waves. Only, no longer have his son around, his Mongolian wrestling like dance has long ceased to jump, empty wheat field, can only hear, see a neighbor father and his son playing a long lost "bang - Kuang kuang".

"Bang - Kuang Kuang", that is my father's masterpiece, "bang - Kuang Kuang" sounded when the dance, that is a father's patent! However, the lack of a son such a playmate, the father can only look at the neighbors father and son play wonderful, and he can not play again, can not play again, because, after graduating from university, I soon married a girl in the city. After my marriage, I settled down in that city, but my parents were still willing to stay in the country, I know, because they were afraid of affecting such an unfilial son.

A few days ago, my mother suddenly called from the countryside, first greeted my wife and me, and at the end of the chat, my mother suddenly said to me embarrassedly: "You want a child, your father at home all day talking about resuming the old business!"

I understand my father's meaning of "resuming his old business", he is thinking that one day he can also dance on the distant wheat field for his grandson, and fly a kite made of straw hat in the green field! Put down the phone, my tears trickled down, and my mind reproduced the scene of many years ago: the same lively wheat farm, the same wilderness, a straw hat, facing the wind!