Father's spiritual world
My father, who has always been healthy and optimistic, suddenly suffered a stroke and was taken to the hospital. After the father's illness eased, he found that half of his body was unconscious, and his right leg, right foot and right hand did not listen to him. Even talking sounds hard, and the nurses are around day and night.
Previously, my 78-year-old father had been active in the stage of metrical poetry creation. He is not only an important member of many poetry clubs, but also publishes his works in newspapers and periodicals under the pseudonym "You Qun". He was also invited to give lectures in various places, and even set up several poetry groups on WeChat to collect ideas, exchange ideas and sing with poetry friends every day. But this fun-filled life was completely subverted by the disease. Lying in bed all day, isolated from the world, at the mercy of others, the mental blow may hurt my father more than the disease itself.
My father is a scholar full of romantic feelings. Although he has experienced hardships all his life, it is absolutely unacceptable to be bound in a narrow space.
At my father's insistence, we took him home from the rehabilitation ward. At that time, he could hardly get up from his wheelchair and walked with a limp. The right arm can only be barely lifted, and the right hand still can't hold things steadily.
However, the father who came home was very happy. The first thing he did when he got home was to push the wheelchair to the desk, hold up one poem after another and look through an unfinished poem, just like seeing a long-lost child. The scene is touching.
Slowly, my father's health is getting better and better, and both physical and psychological changes have been gratifying. My father seems to have returned to his pre-illness state, singing and pondering, and swimming in the ocean of rhythmic poems all day long. Every time a guest visits, my father always doesn't talk much about his illness, but excitedly takes out new works to share with others.
Father's metrical poems are classical in format, but easy to understand, and most of them show ordinary things in daily contact. When a relative in his hometown has a birthday, a neighbor's child is admitted to a university, and a friend's shop opens, he will write a poem and send blessings. Seeing on TV how great the country has achieved, where it has suffered, and where people abroad have been displaced by war, he can also write a poem with emotion. As for the change of seasons, flowers bloom and fall, geese come and go, and so on. It is also the theme that Dad casually picks up.
My father was an undergraduate of Chinese Department in 1960s, a retired Chinese teacher in a provincial key middle school, and loved metrical poetry for at least half a century. After retirement, he had time to devote himself to "Luoyang is a famous ancient capital of China, and the real metrical poems can't be broken in our generation", so he made a deeper study and made greater efforts to create. His poems are written in strict accordance with the norms of classical poetry and rhyme well. It is no exaggeration to describe my father's seriousness with "singing a word and breaking a few stems"!
In my father's poems, I saw a colorful and exciting spiritual world. "Autumn clouds outside the window, I have a piece of it. Creation favors the world, ignorance and satisfaction "("Five Unique Autumn Clouds "); "There are too many hardships in my life, and I want to reconcile my old age. It's crazy to see a beautiful woman running after you ("Five Wonders, Playing with Dongfeng Music"); "When I was a child, I milked with you and served my family when I grew up. At present, we are old and trying to have children and grandchildren ("Five-line Double Ninth Festival and Me"); "Autumn moon seventh day, rain, Niu Fei. Childhood chasing insects, crows solving hunger. You should always have pity on life, but you can't help sighing. People say the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but Song cries Ma Su ("Five Laws July 7th"); "The weather has circulation, and the heat has yin and yang. Stay in the tiger's tail and exercise in the new autumn zone. The eagle owl opened the bird sacrifice and wiped the pot. How can you imagine that these subtle observations on the changes of solar terms, the respect and exploration of natural laws, and the thinking and precipitation of life come from the hands of an old man who has been confined in his room all day and recovered from a serious illness?
In fact, after his illness, his father's chances of getting in touch with society are very limited. He can't surf the Internet or go to the library. The farthest range of activities is to go to the flower beds in the downstairs community. More often, he can only look up at the clouds in Yun Qi and watch people coming and going through the upstairs window. Another channel is watching TV every day. Every time I get something, I play with WeChat with my inflexible hand and input the poems into my mobile phone word by word.
Over the past year, my father's recovery has made remarkable progress, and I think poetry has played a vital role. Father has no requirement for material life, and his whole world revolves around the creation and inheritance of metrical poems, which not only exercises his brain power, but also is his spiritual motivation to overcome his illness.
I wish my father a beautiful and rich old age, and every day is beautiful. As my father described in a poem written on the 5th anniversary of the founding of Tuhe Poetry Society/KLOC-0-
"Open your eyes to welcome a new life and open the window to welcome a new day. Magpies and pigeons are flying in the sky, and sports cars and boats are on the ground. Take-away food is urgent, and snacks are delicious. Poetry friends gather in groups of three or five to talk about Luoyichuan. "