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After our repeated requests, my father finally took the train home from distant Xinjiang for several days and nights without changing his mind temporarily and got off the train along with his two brothers. I secretly thought that my father's history of leaving his hometown might be coming to an end. A few years ago, we appealed to prevent him from traveling far away. But he still leaves Jingyang Pass eastward every year, wrapped in thin feathers like a tired old migratory bird. The reason he threw at me was nothing more than, "How can you get away by yourself?" I, a clay Buddha who just talks, always feel ashamed. This year he went out again, which made me even more uneasy. The old father is forced to go away from home every year due to the pressure of life, but we are powerless to stop him. Is this considered a great act of unfilial piety? He was about to turn sixty, but he still had to swallow his anger. Will this be a reason for the villagers to tease him and ridicule us behind his back?