My father died suddenly.
I only found out last night.
The mayor informed me by phone.
I couldn't believe it.
My hometown is Sanhetun, a village in the mountains.
I left home to work in the city.
I was so busy that I haven't been back in years.
My father was the village schoolteacher.
He taught there all his life.
I am the only child...
...the only one from our village who went to college.
I am very worried about my mother.
I am afraid she can not cope with this sudden change.
Come in and take a break.
I've got to get back.
Thank your boss again for me.
Thank you.
Mother?
-Mother? -Yusheng.
Mayor, UncIe Xia.
I saw the car and I knew you were back.
Come in. It's warmer inside.
Sit down.
I couIdn't teII you much over the phone.
Now that you're here I can expIain everything.
For many years, your father had wanted...
...to rebuiId the schooIhouse...
...but there were aIways reasons we couIdn't.
He brought it up again recentIy, and the viIIage agreed.
We had the materiaIs we needed, but not enough money.
Your father's mind was made up.
He began traveIIing around, trying to borrow money.
He went aII over the county.
If he thought there was a chance, he'd go after it.
On the Iast trip, on his way home...
...he ran into a heavy snowstorm.
He was stuck in the storm and he got sick.
He was too sick to be moved.
He was in bad shape when he got back, so we took him to the hospitaI.
They examined him and found that he had a heart probIem.
We've known your dad aII these years...
...but never knew he had a heart condition.
They tried saving him, but it was no use.
Your father then passed away.
-Where is my father now? -In the provinciaI hospitaI morgue.
We have been waiting for you to return to discuss this with you.
Last time I spoke with him, he seemed fine.
He had gotten oIder, pIus the bad storm.
At his age, it was too much for him.
It wouId have been hard on anyone.
The heavy snowstorm was too much to handIe.
The viIIage intends to arrange a car to bring your father back...
...back here to bury him in the viIIage.
That's what we pIanned.
That's fine. Go ahead.
But there is a probIem.
Your mother doesn't want to use a car.
She wants your father to be carried back.
What do you mean?
It's an oId tradition. We'II carry him on the road home...
...so your father won't forget his way.
It's a superstition.
And she wants to waIk with us.
-So, Iet's do it. -We want to do it.
He was our viIIage teacher. Everyone respects him.
But our young peopIe have aII Ieft for the city.
They've gone away to work.
OnIy oId peopIe and chiIdren are Ieft.
Due to this circumstance, we are pIanning...
...to bring your father back by tractor. It'II take onIy haIf a day.
We wouId Iike you to persuade your mother.
Thank you for your concern.
-I wiII taIk it over with her. -Good.
Where is she?
ProbabIy at the schooIhouse.
She's been there every day since he died.
She just sits there and doesn't Iisten to anyone.
She goes there whenever she has time.
-Is she okay? -I think so.
I am onIy afraid--
-Is it the oId schooIhouse? -Yes.
I'II go to see her.
-Mother. -Yusheng.
It's so coId. Let's go home, okay?
Your father passed away.
Let's go home, Mother.
We can never see him again.
Get on the bed. It's warm there.
-Yusheng. -Yes.
Bring me my Ioom.
Why do you need the Ioom?
I want to weave something.
Weave what?
A cIoth to cover your father's coffin.
Mother, don't weave it.
I'II go buy one instead.
I don't want you to buy one.
That Ioom is so oId.
It's been broken for years. Nobody uses it anymore.
Ask UncIe Xia to repair it.
I think you are too tired IateIy. You need rest.
I have to weave the cIoth for him myseIf.
I'II go buy one right now, okay?
No! Just bring me the Ioom.
The onIy Ioom Ieft in the viIIage is this one of your mother's.
She's guarded it Iike a treasure.
She wants to repair the Ioom and weave the cIoth.
It seems Iike she's determined to have your father carried back.
Carrying the dead is an oId custom.
We have to yeII when cIimbing the mountains...
...crossing the river, and passing the crossroads.
What do we say?
We teII him that this is the road home.
Everyone yeIIs at him so that he remembers his way home.
UncIe Xia, if we do what my mother wishes...
...wiII it reaIIy be so difficuIt?
It is a probIem, yes.
We don't have the manpower.
AII our young peopIe have Ieft.
No one has foIIowed this custom since the CuIturaI RevoIution.
I don't want her to weave the cloth.
But I don't know how to stop her.
It seems as if having father carried home is all that matters to her now.
I know about your wishes for the funeraI.
Yes.
I think it won't be easy for the viIIage.
Don't you worry about that.
Your father Iived here for 40 years.
He taught many generations of kids.
He worked Iong hours aII these years.
The viIIagers shouId pay their Iast respects to him.
The mayor agrees with you. It's just that it wiII be difficuIt.
I feeI that it is the same...
...if we have him carried back by men or by a tractor.
It is not the same.
Whatever it takes, we have to have him carried back.
If the viIIage doesn't heIp, we wiII do it ourseIves.
We must go to carry your father back.
Mother, take a break tonight.
I have to finish this cIoth.
You seem too tired IateIy. You need to rest.
You can go to sIeep in your father's study.
I have to finish this cIoth tonight.
This picture was taken the year my parents got married.
My father was not from the village.
He came here to teach.
The story of my parents' courtship is well known in the village.
Practically everyone here has heard about it.
My mother had just turned 18.
My father was 20.
My mother told me...
...my father arrived by a horse-drawn carriage.
This is our new teacher. His name is Luo, Luo Changyu.
-Is that Di? What's aII the racket for? -Nothing.
I heard they aII went to see the teacher this morning.
-Has he arrived yet? -Yes.
Great. Our viIIage finaIIy got its own teacher.
-What does he Iook Iike? -He's a young man.
A young man can teach?
He must be taIented.
-Where is he staying? -The viIIage counciI office.
Good. There is a heated bed in the counciI office.
Where wiII he eat?
He'II eat with a different famiIy each day.
When it's our turn, we shouId make a good meaI.
Di, what are you doing?
Nothing.
Why did you change into new cIothes just to see the teacher?
My grandmother was already blind by then.
Mother said when Grandfather died, Grandmother cried until she went blind.
After Grandfather died, Mother was the only one to take care of Grandmother.
Grandmother's only wish was to find a good husband for Mother.
She had many men propose to her.
But my mother didn't like any of them.
When my father arrived, the schoolhouse wasn't completed yet.
The mayor asked all the men to help finish it.
According to one of our village customs, a new building must have...
...a red cloth wrapped around its beam for good luck.
The cloth is called the ''Lucky Red Banner.''
It must be woven by the most beautiful maiden in the village.
This task, of course, fell upon my mother.
Perhaps she already had my father in mind.
The red cloth she made was especially beautiful.
The village had two wells back then.
The old well was called the ''Front Well.''
The newer well was called the ''Back Well.''
Most people used the Back Well since it was closer to the village.
After my father arrived, my mother started to use the old well...
...because she could pass by the school.
Back then, when the village had a big event like building a new house...
...each family prepared a dish...
...for the men working on the site.
My mother prepared her best dishes...
...hoping my father would eat what she made.
In the old days, women were not allowed to participate in many things...
...such as building a new house or digging a new well.
Superstition had it that women would bring bad luck.
When they built the schoolhouse, women could only...
...watch from a distance.
-What did you make today? -Steamed bread.
-Di, what did you make? -I made onion cakes.
I brought rice steamed in Iotus Ieaves.
Steamed rice is not as good as onion cakes.
-Did you save some for your boyfriend? -Shut up!
They just pick up any dish at random.
They don't know who made what.
I wonder who ate my dumpIings.
Put them here.
You're aIready done with the banner?
I was going to come get it from you.
-Give it to me. -It's okay. I saved you a trip.
This is a beautifuI banner.
The schooI is aImost finished.
The first Iesson wiII be Chinese Iiterature.
-Is the teacher happy with the food? -Yes.
-Does he eat what we make? -Yes.
Does he grab the food Iike you guys?
No. He's a gentIeman from the city. He is not Iike us.
So how does it work?
We aIways ask the teacher to pick first.
''In Iife....'' Read after me.
''One must have a goaI.''
Let's start from the beginning.
''Reading and writing opens one's eyes.
''Writing and counting benefit one's Iife.
''Keep a journaI faithfuIIy.
''Know the present, know the past....''
When I was young, my mother told me my father had a beautiful voice.
My mother is illiterate She didn't understand the text.
But she couldn't resist my father's voice.
She went by the school every day after that.
For most, the novelty of the new school wore off after a while.
But not for my mother.
For 40 years, she went to listen.
It became part of her life.
''Have respect for your eIders.''
My mother heard that each day after school...
...my father walked some students home.
She started waiting beside the road, hoping to meet my father.
''The birds sing with the beautifuI sun.
''Their songs wake the beautifuI fIowers.''
-Who is she? -That's Zhao Di.
-Is she from the viIIage? -Yes.
Di, the teacher is asking about you!
-Teacher, you want some water? -Yes.
-Let me get it for you. -No, I can do it myseIf.
-Let me do it. -I can do it, thanks.
You're the teacher, you shouIdn't bother. Let me do it.
Come on.
I can.
Di, how come you came to the Front WeII?
-Tomorrow it's our turn to have you over. -I know.
My father told me the first time he went to my mother's house...
...she stood in the doorway.
Leaning against the door frame, she looked like a figure in a painting.
That's the image he would never forget.
-Di, is the teacher here? -Yes.
I couId teII by his heavy footsteps.
Come in. Let me see.
My mother's eyesight is no good.
This teacher is very taII.
Sit down, pIease.
The food must taste good to you.
You sound Iike you're enjoying it.
How Iong have you been in our viIIage?
About a month.
-Have you gotten used to it? -Yes.
That's good.
-You're from the city? -Yes, from East Gate.
How did you choose Sanhetun?
After graduation, I had nothing to do.
One day I saw someone on the street signing peopIe up.
I signed up without asking what it was for. I ended up here.
-Do you regret it? -No.
Why not?
I Iike it here.
-Are you married? -No.
-Are you engaged? -No.
Di wiII do it. Just sit down, pIease.
Do you remember this bowI? The white and bIue design?
No, I don't remember it.
-Did you eat the food brought to the site? -Yes.
It seems Di's hard work wasn't appreciated.
Di didn't teII me, but I knew everything.
When you were buiIding the schooI, she made aII her best dishes.
She aIways used that bowI...
...hoping you wouId choose her dish.
Even I wasn't aIIowed to touch it.
I remember now.
You do?
No wonder the bowI seems famiIiar.
-You ate from this bowI? -Yes.
What did you eat?
On the first day, I made onion cakes.
On the second, scrambIed eggs with onions on rice.
On the third day, mushroom dumpIings.
What a shame, three deIicious meaIs.
Mushroom dumpIings are my favourite.
I'II make you some this afternoon.
-That's too much troubIe for you. -Not at aII.
You've just finished Iunch, and now you're pIanning dinner.
Di, show the teacher out. He must be very busy.
Yes, I shouId go.
You Iook pretty in that red jacket.
I remember it from the day I arrived.
Don't forget to come back for dumpIings this afternoon.
You shouIdn't make the dumpIings.
-Why not? -So you won't regret it Iater.
-What wiII I regret? -You know it yourseIf.
This teacher is a nice man.
But he's out of our cIass.
What are you taIking about? They're onIy dumpIings.
Don't pIay dumb. I'm just being honest.
You'd better forget about him.
-I won't go back. -You've got no choice.
I came to say goodbye.
Where are you going?
-Back to the city. -What's happened?
Nothing.
I saw you arguing with someone.
Was that what it was about?
Who was he? Why do you have to go back?
It's no big deaI.
He just wants to ask me some questions.
-Can't he ask you questions here? -It's not up to him.
WiII you come back?
Of course!
I have cIasses to teach.
When wiII you be back?
By the 27th at the Iatest.
I wiII be back before the schooI hoIiday starts on the 28th.
-Come in and have some dumpIings. -I can't.
I have things to do before I go. Don't wait for me.
He's waiting for me.
TeII him to come, too.
Anyway, you have to eat.
Okay, I'II be back.
I'II wait for you.
This is for you.
It goes weII with your red jacket.
I'II be waiting.
What is going on? No more cIasses?
-He's in some poIiticaI troubIe. -What?
I don't understand it either.
Maybe he'II be back soon.
The teacher's Ieft.
-The teacher's Ieft? -Yes.
-When? -The mayor just saw him off.
My mother retraced her steps every day...
...searching back and forth.
She had to find the clip that my father gave her.
BowI and pot repair.
PIease come in.
I charge for the naiIs I use.
This wiII cost you more than buying a new bowI.
Just teII me how much and I'II pay you.
-Is it a famiIy heirIoom? -No.
Did it beIong to someone speciaI?
You couId say that.
Who?
I'm doing it for my daughter.
The man who used it Ieft...
...and took my daughter's heart with him.
I want to repair it to keep the memory aIive for her.
I'II make it aII perfect again.
Your daughter wiII have a perfect memory.
Di, what are you doing?
Nothing. I need some water.
Two times two equals four.
Two times three equals six.
Two times four equals eight.
Two times five equals ten.
Two times six equals twelve.
Two times seven equals fourteen.
Two times eight equals sixteen.
Two times nine equals eighteen.
Three times three equals nine.
Three times four equals twelve.
Three times five equals fifteen.
Three times six equals eighteen.
Three times seven equals twenty-one.
Three times eight equals twenty-four.
Three times nine equals twenty-seven.
My father told my mother, when he was teaching the kids...
...he could always look up and see the red banner.
The banner reminded him of my mother in her red jacket.
The mayor kept insisting on covering the ceiling properly...
...but my father never let him.
That's why the ceiling was never completed.
My mother sat in the classroom for hours that day.
The door was open, and the mayor saw her there.
He understood what it meant.
Once he knew, the news got around the village quickly.
Back then, arranged marriages were the norm.
Mother was the first in the village to express her love freely.
On the day my father promised to return...
...my mother started waiting at dawn.
She remembered his promise...
...that he would return on the 27th...
...before the school holiday began on the 28th.
He had to be back before that.
It's so coId outside. Where have you been?
Get into bed to warm yourseIf up.
You're burning up! You have a fever!
I know you went to wait for the teacher.
Everyone says he's in troubIe and won't be back.
You've got to Iet go.
I'm going to the city to find him.
Are you crazy? You're iII!
Di! Come back!
My mother didn't make it to the city.
She fainted by the road.
Someone saw her and got word to the mayor.
The mayor and my uncle brought her home on a cart.
The mayor said that day my mother's hands were like ice.
She was wrapped in a heavy blanket on the way home.
But they couldn't get her hands warm.
I don't think it's too serious.
It's a bad chiII, but she is strong.
Mayor, is the teacher coming back?
I don't know the answer.
He shouId have been back by now.
Maybe someone can write to him.
I don't know how to heIp her if he doesn't come back.
Even one gIimpse of him wouId be good for her.
''Spring is here.
''It meIts the snow.
''The grass turns green.
''The farmers sow.
''The oxen pIough the fieId.
''The wiId geese return.
''The frogs begin to hop....''
Di, you're awake. You've been sIeeping for two days.
Di, the teacher is back.
He came back Iast night.
He came straight here.
He sat with you for a Iong time.
Isn't it good news?
He came back for you.
''FuII of energy...
''...our spirit comes aIive...
''...fuII of new hopes...
''...fuII of new wishes.
''Spring is here.
''It meIts the snow.
''The grass turns green.
''The farmers sow.
''The oxen pIough the fieId.
''The wiId geese return.
''The frogs begin to hop.
''Robins start to sing.
''Spring is the season to sow.
''Everything starts to grow again....''
Mr. Luo!
Luo, Di is here to see you!
Sir!
Di is here!
That evening my father had to leave again.
He left the city without permission just to see my mother.
He couldn't stand it when he heard about my mother.
So he sneaked back.
For this disobedience, my parents were kept apart...
...for another two years.
Someone told me that on the day my father...
...finally returned, my mother put on her red jacket...
...my father's favourite...
...and stood by the road, waiting for him.
From that day on, my father never left my mother again.
This is the story of my father and my mother.
This road is a part of their love story.
This is a dirt road that leads to the city from our village.
My mother had waited for my father on this road...
...with love and trust, for many years.
So she wants to walk this road with him for the last time.
Mr. Mayor?
-Who is it? -It's me, Yusheng.
What is the matter, Yusheng?
-I need to see you. -Come in.
It's coId out there.
How can I heIp you?
I've thought it through.
-I want to do what my mother wishes. -Carry him back?
It's stiII a probIem, though.
We don't have enough men, right?
How about hiring some men from the neighbouring viIIage?
Hiring peopIe sounds easy...
...but how do we pay them?
Just teII me how many men we need.
For a short distance, about 10.
But this is a Iong trip.
I think we need about 16.
We need two shifts. That's 32 men.
And we'II need others to carry chairs...
...so peopIe can rest aIong the way.
That comes to about 35, 36 men.
How much per person?
100 Yuan each shouId do.
35, 36 peopIe.
How much in totaI?
That's 3,500 or 3,600 Yuan.
We need to buy cigarettes.
And wine, too.
Got to ward off the coId.
We'II aIso need a IittIe extra for emergency use.
Let me think.
Around 4,000 Yuan.
Here's 5,000 Yuan.
-Is that enough? -It's pIenty.
Mrs. Luo, come and see Mr. Luo.
PIease don't cry.
Don't Iet tears faII on him.
Mr. Luo, we are going back to the viIIage.
That day, over 100 people came to the ceremony.
The mayor told me they were my father's students.
They heard about his death and they all came back.
Many came from other towns.
Some drove from the city.
The mayor said some came from as far as Guangzhou.
Some tried to come but didn't make it in time because of the snowstorm.
I didn't recognise most of them.
Many of them were older than me.
I don't know when my father taught them.
I didn't know how to address them.
Anyway, as the mayor said, they were all my father's students.
Take the money back.
Why? Didn't you pay them?
They won't take it...
...not even the ones we hired.
No one wants the money.
Take it back.
At my mother's request...
...my father was buried next to the old well.
The village has running water now.
No one draws water from the well now.
My mother said that my father can overlook the school from here.
She asks to be buried next to him when the time arrives.
After my father's funeral...
...the mayor came to talk about rebuilding the school.
He said the city had granted funds...
...and the village families had donated money.
He said we must fulfil my father's wishes.
Yusheng, give me your money.
Mayor, we've saved over the years.
Take it to rebuiId the schooI.
I can't take it. You need it for yourseIf.
With my husband gone, you have to take it.
AII right, I'II take it then.
You are the first, but sureIy not the Iast to heIp.
I am leaving tomorrow.
Mother has asked me to go to the schoolhouse one last time.
Mother said the next time I come back, the school we know will be gone.
Your father heIped buiId this schooI.
He taught here for so many years.
He spent more time here than at home.
Changyu, can you hear me?
The mayor wiII rebuiId the schooI.
They'II buiId a taII and wonderfuI schooI...
...just as you wished.
A great schooI.
Your wish wiII be fuIfiIIed.
They wiII start buiIding next spring.
You won't have to worry anymore.
When the schooI is compIeted...
...I wiII hang a Lucky Red Banner there.
You may rest in peace now.
You know your father.
He was a sincere man.
He aIways wanted you to become a teacher...
...to take over for him.
You went to a teachers' coIIege...
...but you never taught a day of cIass.
If you couId have taught, even for one day...
...you couId have fuIfiIIed his dream.
Then you couId have gone back to your Iife.
There's no teacher now...
...no sound of chiIdren reading aIoud.
The mayor said a new teacher was on the way.
No other teacher's voice is as good as your father's.
His voice was so crisp.
After 40 years, I stiII can't get enough of that voice.
I can stiII hear it.
Mother, I've made up my mind.
You shouId come to the city with me.
No, thank you.
I won't Ieave your father.
I don't want to Ieave you here by yourseIf.
Don't worry about me.
I can take care of myseIf.
-How are you doing in the city? -Very weII.
Don't worry about me.
Do you have girIfriend?
Let's not taIk about it.
You're not young anymore.
Don't be so picky.
Listen to me. Find yourseIf a nice girI...
...and bring her home to meet me.
Your father's gone.
He was worried about you.
ChiIdren Ieave home eventuaIIy.
We couIdn't keep you here forever.
As parents...
...we never stopped worrying.
Your father missed you so much.
You were aIways in his thoughts.
PIease don't cry. It's not good for your heaIth.
With your father gone, it's hard not to feeI IoneIy.
I know.
You must work hard and make a good Iife for yourseIf.
''One must respect sociaI norms.
''Have respect for your eIders.
''In Iife, one must have a goaI.
''One must Iearn to read and write.
''Writing and counting benefit one's Iife.
''Keep a journaI faithfuIIy.
''Know the present, know the past.
''Spring, summer, faII and winter...
''...east, west, south, north...
''...in everything there is a purpose.''
I gathered the students early that morning.
I said I would teach them for one day.
The mayor asked me why.
I said it was for my mother as well as for my father.
I stood in my father's place...
...where he stood for so many years.
I felt sure he could hear my voice and those of the students.
The book I am using is the same one he used that first day.
It is not the official textbook.
It is a book he wrote himself.
''One must Iearn to read and write.
''Keep a journal faithfully.
''Know the present, know the past.
''Spring, summer, faII, winter...
''...east, west, south, north...
''...in everything there is a purpose.
''Have respect for your elders.''