父亲节 念家父♡

那年父亲牵着我的手

送到离家数百里的城裡上初中

当他要离去时我拉住他

父亲节的清晨，思绪特别沉重，也特别温暖。

那一年，我十二岁。

家乡偏远贫瘠，没有自来水，没有电灯。
為了让我有机会接受更好的教育，父亲牵着我的手，
翻山越岭，走了数百里路，把我送到远方
的城市就读初中。

一路上，他话不多，只是不断叮嚀我要用功读书。
要懂得照顾自己，要记得做人处世的道理。
那时年幼的我，并不完全明白父亲心中的沉重与不捨，
只知道离开家乡、离开父母，
是人生第一次面对如此遥远的分离。

到了学校宿舍，父亲替我整理好简陋的行李，
把棉被铺平，把衣服摆好。当一切安顿妥当后，
他默默地站起身来，準备离开。

就在那一刻，我突然意识到，从今天开始，
我将独自面对陌生的环境与生活。
当父亲转身要走时，我一把拉住了他的手。
泪水夺眶而出。

「爸爸，您不要走……」

父亲停下脚步，轻轻拍着我的肩膀。
他的眼眶也泛着泪光，但仍坚忍着情绪，对我说：

「孩子，要勇敢。好好读书，将来做一个有用的人。」

说完，他缓缓鬆开我的手，转过身去。
我站在校门口，看着父亲渐渐远去的背影。
那背影并不高大，甚至有些佝僂，但在我心中，
却像一座永远屹立不倒的高山。

多年以后，我走过无数城市，经歷人生无数风雨，
创办报社，投身金融事业，参与社区服务，
获得许多荣誉。

然而，每当想起那一天，想起父亲离去时的背影，
心中依然百感交集。

原来，一个孩子的一生，
往往就是从父亲鬆开那双手开始；
而一位父亲的一生，却始终没有真正放开
对孩子的牵掛。

如今父亲早已远行，但他的教诲依然伴随着我。
他用勤劳、坚毅和无私的爱，教会我如何面对人生的挑战；
他用一生的付出，為子女铺出一条通往未来的道路。

在这个父亲节裡，我特别怀念家父。

怀念他粗糙而温暖的大手，
怀念他沉默却深厚的父爱，
怀念他一生為家庭辛劳奔波的身影。

父亲，谢谢您。

❤️ 是您牵着我的手走出贫困的乡村；
❤️ 是您用坚强的肩膀托起我的梦想；
❤️ 也是您教育我，无论身在何方，
  都不能忘记自己的根。

愿天堂没有辛劳，没有忧愁。
亲爱的父亲，孩儿永远思念您。 ❤️

父爱如山
恩重如海
我会永远记得
您的教诲与爱

李蔚华

美南集团创办人

Father’s Day

In Loving Memory of My Father ♡

That year, Father held my hand

and walked me hundreds of miles

to the city so I could enter junior high school.

As he turned to leave, I held on to him.

On Father’s Day, memories come flooding back—
deeply, and with warmth.

That year, I was twelve.

Our hometown was remote and poor, with no running water or electricity. To give me the chance for a better education, my father held my hand, crossed mountains and valleys, and traveled hundreds of miles to send me to junior high school in a distant city.

He spoke little along the way, but kept reminding me to study hard, to take care of myself, and to always be a good person.

At that age, I didn’t fully understand the heaviness and reluctance in his heart. All I knew was that leaving my parents and hometown was the first time I faced such a faraway separation in life.

At the school dormitory, Father helped me arrange my simple belongings—made my bed, folded my clothes, and put everything in place.

When everything was settled, he stood up quietly, preparing to leave.

At that moment, I realized I would have to face a strange environment and life on my own, starting that very day.

As Father turned to go,
I suddenly grabbed his hand.
Tears streamed down my face.

“Dad, please don’t go…”

He stopped, gently patted my shoulder.

His eyes were filled with tears,
but he held back his emotions and said to me:

“Be brave, my child. Study hard and become a useful person in the future.”

Then, he slowly released my hand and walked away.

I stood at the school gate, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller.

He wasn’t tall, and even a bit stooped, but in my heart, he was a mountain that would always stand unshakable.

Over the years, I have traveled through countless cities, faced countless challenges, founded media companies, built a career in finance, served the community, and received many honors.

Yet, whenever I think of that day—
whenever I recall my father’s back as he left—
my heart is still filled with emotion.

A child’s life often begins the moment a father releases his hand;
but a father’s love never truly lets go.

A child’s life begins

when a father opens his hand;

a father’s life continues

with endless concern for his child.

Though my father has long passed,
his teachings remain with me.

He taught me, through his hard work, perseverance and selfless love, how to face life’s challenges.

He spent his whole life working hard to pave the road for his children’s future.

On this Father’s Day,

I especially miss my dear father.

I miss his rough but warm hands,
his silent yet deep love,
and his tireless figure
who worked so hard for our family all his life.

Dear Father, thank you.

For holding my hand and leading me out of poverty;

 For your strong shoulders that carried my dreams;

For teaching me that no matter where I am, I must never forget my roots.

May you rest in peace,

free from hardship and sorrow.

Dear Father, your son will always

love and miss you. 

A father’s love

is like a mountain,

deep and steady.

I will always remember

your teachings

and your love.

Wea H. Lee

Founder of Southern News Group