Unforgettable father played "clouds chasing the moon"

As I grow older, I miss my father more and more strongly. In many childhood memories, one of them is always like a movie, lingering in my mind from time to time, flashing in front of my eyes and echoing in my ears.

In the 1960 s, there were big trees in the north and south courtyards of my hometown. It was not until the end of the 1970 s that trees were cut down. The trees became shade. On summer nights, people enjoyed chatting under the trees. My father, who works in the tax office, sometimes after dinner with colleagues,......