父親節 念家父♡

那年父親牽著我的手

送到離家數百里的城裡上初中

當他要離去時我拉住他

父親節的清晨，思緒特別沉重，也特別溫暖。

那一年，我十二歲。

家鄉偏遠貧瘠，沒有自來水，沒有電燈。
為了讓我有機會接受更好的教育，父親牽著我的手，
翻山越嶺，走了數百里路，把我送到遠方
的城市就讀初中。

一路上，他話不多，只是不斷叮嚀我要用功讀書。
要懂得照顧自己，要記得做人處世的道理。
那時年幼的我，並不完全明白父親心中的沉重與不捨，
只知道離開家鄉、離開父母，
是人生第一次面對如此遙遠的分離。

到了學校宿舍，父親替我整理好簡陋的行李，
把棉被鋪平，把衣服擺好。當一切安頓妥當後，
他默默地站起身來，準備離開。

就在那一刻，我突然意識到，從今天開始，
我將獨自面對陌生的環境與生活。
當父親轉身要走時，我一把拉住了他的手。
淚水奪眶而出。

「爸爸，您不要走……」

父親停下腳步，輕輕拍著我的肩膀。
他的眼眶也泛著淚光，但仍堅忍著情緒，對我說：

「孩子，要勇敢。好好讀書，將來做一個有用的人。」

說完，他緩緩鬆開我的手，轉過身去。
我站在校門口，看著父親漸漸遠去的背影。
那背影並不高大，甚至有些佝僂，但在我心中，
卻像一座永遠屹立不倒的高山。

多年以後，我走過無數城市，經歷人生無數風雨，
創辦報社，投身金融事業，參與社區服務，
獲得許多榮譽。

然而，每當想起那一天，想起父親離去時的背影，
心中依然百感交集。

原來，一個孩子的一生，
往往就是從父親鬆開那雙手開始；
而一位父親的一生，卻始終沒有真正放開
對孩子的牽掛。

如今父親早已遠行，但他的教誨依然伴隨著我。
他用勤勞、堅毅和無私的愛，教會我如何面對人生的挑戰；
他用一生的付出，為子女鋪出一條通往未來的道路。

在這個父親節裡，我特別懷念家父。

懷念他粗糙而溫暖的大手，
懷念他沉默卻深厚的父愛，
懷念他一生為家庭辛勞奔波的身影。

父親，謝謝您。

❤️ 是您牽著我的手走出貧困的鄉村；
❤️ 是您用堅強的肩膀托起我的夢想；
❤️ 也是您教育我，無論身在何方，
  都不能忘記自己的根。

願天堂沒有辛勞，沒有憂愁。
親愛的父親，孩兒永遠思念您。 ❤️

父愛如山
恩重如海
我會永遠記得
您的教誨與愛

李蔚華

美南集團創辦人

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