In this troubled world, some meet and get to know each other is predestined friends, but parting from strangers is also fate. It is also a season of drizzle whispering smoke and willows, and it is inevitable to remember those old friends who are happy to meet us but leave sadly. In this rainy season of sorrow and melancholy, let me quietly hold a pen for you at my desk, write a heart song and send a yearning for you in a hurry.! – preface I have no poem with wonderful writing and fresh flowers, no elegant gentleman’s style, no charming appearance of lotus, and only a shallow heart wanders on the internet. In the network, we are predestined friends to get to know many friends, although they are like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, enjoying quietly in the dim light, not talking about flowers in the wind and snow, but only talking about a love and persistence for words, communicating with each other and silently paying attention to each other.. Most of the time, the quiet reading of a person starts with his or her words. Because the words recognize people, they understand a heart, either disconsolate or happy, or deep or high … Ah, the words are like the people who read a piece of text and also understand a person.. Network friendship is just a fleeting fate, a dialogue between shadow and shadow. A screen, a person, a pair of hands, a pair of eyes, light waiting, silently watching. Most of the time we are still talking about our ideals and our lives today. Tomorrow we may go our own way, the world is boundless, and we don’t know where you are anymore. From then on, the bluebird will not send a message, waiting for the kite to bring home to Hong, the world is boundless, the sea is misty, and where there is the fragrance of returning.. Another year of pink rush season, I looked at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the mountains and the clear water, the reflection blurred, the catkins flying, the Yingge Yan dance, suddenly feeling like a distant world, the coloured glaze like a dream, there is always a faint melancholy and the smell of spring, and a tumultuous thought, as if in a flash, I missed those lovers who left, and from then on, the misty rain was heavy, the life was long, where to leave your story and wonderful, and where to let you stop? Did you ever know that? Although it is said that the Internet is like a big wave washing sand, people are busy, coming and going, but what remains is full of memories. How can you forget those happy and happy times, those nights when you sing me and those days when you sing me?? Now, I can only sit in another time, counting the pear blossoms on the edge of the ridge, listening to Yingge singing and watching butterflies dance again and again. I don’t know when my eyes are wet quietly, oh! At this time, I realized it was misty rain again. I don’t know when the drizzle will come quietly, wetting the fragrance of the whole place, wetting the nostalgia of the whole place, and wetting the missed sky.. The scenery written in the fleeting time, the deep affection and friendship that those who fall in love with each other, like the ups and downs of piano melody, lingering in my mind for a long time, and spreading in my busy life day and night, have disturbed this beautiful season.. Although some of our loved ones are still among our friends, they seldom come and go, and seldom appear, just like beautiful butterflies, fluttering their beautiful wings and dancing occasionally in a season suitable for them.. Some people say that nostalgia may be your old age! Maybe I’m really old, happy to meet, sad to leave. Open your palm and count the quicksand between your fingers. How can I count the past and unforgettable fragments?. Those persistent thoughts and memories are enough to drown out the elegance of several seasons and drunk several fleeting years of spring, autumn, winter and summer. I admit that I am feeling old gradually, as if I could not extricate myself from being drunk in the past years, thinking of the joy of getting together again and again and the sadness of parting again and again.. Standing in the air of memory, I found the sadness that I couldn’t hide from. Through this season’s warm wind and through this season’s lingering and infatuated rain, I can’t forget your coming and going. I can’t bring happiness home as you did when you came.. People who like writing have something in common: they love sentimentality and miss it! On the way back to the forgotten bags again and again, I stood up and looked back on tiptoe, even though the flowers were blossoming in front of me, I couldn’t help recalling the broken shadows in those days, the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, the poems in the dream, and the songs in the cup.. If you still remember me, please play a moonlight song with the moon and send it to Xiangyi Pavilion. If you still remember me, please sing a song with the spring breeze to remember Jiangnan and send it to the Yanyu Building. If you still remember me, please chant a forget-me-not with the flowers and send it to the butterfly cluster . Ah, March is still the same, April is the same. It has released thousands of years of expectations and allowed you a sunny day in safety.. A touch of blue is deep as the sea and sent to you in the red depicting landscape. In the coming year, the flowers will still bloom and my heart will remain. The snowflakes will dance in the coming year, and my heart will remain the same.
Where there is a father, there will be a grandfather’s shadow! Because his grandfather gave his father’s body and soul, his father comforted his grandfather with his honesty, integrity, respect, and the portrayal of the curling moon.! Father also influenced our brother and sister’s life with his integrity, courage and kindness, and made our brother and sister have excellent moral character and personality, and welcomed passers-by’s approval and admiration on the way to life.! Grandfather is one of the only two 90 – year – old people in our village. Grandfather has lived with my eldest brother in the clinic for nearly five years, and although he is 94 years old, he has been in good health all the time.. But just one night half a month ago, my grandfather went upstairs to rest, but he didn’t have a flashlight in his pocket and accidentally fell on the stairs. He didn’t eat for a week. On the evening of the seventh day, he suddenly fainted several times. Before that, he purposely left his last words and told his father to call my two brothers and one brother to him and say something to speak about.. My father didn’t think his grandfather would die so soon, so he blocked his idea. However, my grandfather told my parents everything about his future. He was not only worried about his 70 – year – old frail son and daughter-in-law ( my father and mother ), but also about his youngest grandchild ( my younger brother ) whose two children were only three years old and one year old. The father of the children was punished because he had committed a crime in another country a few years ago, so the burden of helping my sister-in-law to take care of the two children fell on my parents and sister – in – law.. For this reason, my grandfather was so distressed that he handed over the 1,000 yuan he had saved to his son, my father, and said, ” Leave this 1,000 yuan to the two poor grandchildren who don’t have a father by their side.”! When my grandfather did these things, I couldn’t be at the scene. My eldest brother called the next day and I didn’t know about my grandfather’s fall, let alone that he didn’t eat for a week.. Everyone knows that he did not hurt his feet and did not interfere with his diet. He was on hunger strike himself. His always clean grandfather feared that he would be embarrassed to wait on his family after eating excrement and urine, and he was afraid to add burden to his family. In addition, he considered that his only son ( my father ) was ill and he was afraid that he would not be able to give him filial piety in the future. His grandfather did not want to send black hair again to himself.. Grandfather also confessed to my father that when he was old, he didn’t have to do a big funeral for him and have a big funeral for him in three days.. Due to the lack of a good day for burial and following grandfather’s wishes, the eldest brother in charge of the funeral has reached a consensus among our brother and sister and has not kept his body in the hall much longer.. That morning, after receiving a phone call from my eldest brother, I went with my husband to the bride’s family to visit my grandfather. Just as I entered the house, many relatives and friends were there. I saw my skinny grandfather lying in a hospital bed. I cried with emotion: ” Grandpa, I’ve come to see you.”! Grandpa struggled to open his eyes and looked at me as if he were a little strange to me. I introduced my baby name, the baby name of the granddaughter he loved from an early age! Grandfather first thought he was being called by my sister-in-law with the same name, and then I introduced it again before he realized it was me. I asked him where his pain was. Grandfather told me that his feet hurt and he had a headache.. Then I touched my grandfather’s foot, which was already very cold. I put my grandfather’s hand out into the quilt and pulled it over. At lunch time, we took turns waiting for our grandfather in front of the bed and just put the bowl in place. Grandfather said he wanted to sit up and said irritably that he would go out and sit down. So everyone took his grandfather’s powerless body and moved to a high floor at the door of the room.. Grandfather opened his big eyes and carefully looked at the long-lost sky outside. Relatives and brothers supported Grandfather’s head and body.. I didn’t expect this to be my grandfather’s last blip on his deathbed, so I went into the back room and sat down for a while.. I was talking to my family about my grandfather’s recent situation when I suddenly heard my parents sob and ran out. My grandfather was not as fresh as he was just now, but he was dying for a long time and refused to let go of his breath.. Then, in a series of words of gratitude from my parents to him, I left tears of gratitude and tears of love with my relatives present.! Thanks to my grandfather’s kindness to our family, old and young, over the past few decades, I raised six siblings for sick parents. And the young disabled elder sister-in-law who died. My grandmother died in childbirth when her grandfather was 38 years old and has not married another grandmother so far, in order to bring a disabled daughter ( my aunt ) and the tough conditions of the year.. Our family is very grateful for grandfather’s merits and kindness, admired for his contentment, moved by his magnanimous and open-minded feelings, and poignant for his widowed marriage for 50 years.. Grandfather did not suffer much pain in the world, nor did he suffer much pain before he died, but he secretly lightened the burden for all future generations.. In my life, my grandfather left no regrets for our next generation except for a few decades of celibacy.. In fact, my grandfather insisted on living for another month, and he would wait until his fifth generation was born, when our family would welcome the enviable and praiseworthy fifth generation, but we all know that my grandfather had today’s grandchildren in groups, and even if he only saw the fourth generation, he was satisfied and went away contentedly.. My brothers carried the grandfather who still had one breath into the room, held on to his last breath, and finished a series of shaving and changing clothes according to folk customs.. Grandfather walked peacefully, cleanly and cleanly, without any fear at all.. From when I entered the room to when my grandfather swallowed his last breath to when he was full, he didn’t hear his grandfather hum.. I have had the fear of mourning all my life, let alone approaching the body of the dead. That day, I finally plucked up the courage to approach my grandfather’s cold and stiff body so close for the first time, washing his face once and washing all the clothes he had just changed after he died. I wanted to use this opportunity to make up for what he had not done to his grandfather before, and to do the last filial piety in order to find the greatest solace in his heart and let his grandfather feel a little filial piety of his granddaughter in the spirit of heaven.. The reason why I don’t fear and don’t abandon this is because this old man is unusual. He is an old man approaching the age of one hundred, a son who loves cleanness and hurts future generations, is kind to himself, and is his closest grandfather.! On the day of the funeral, the sky began to rain heavily just a few steps out of the hall, and three thunderings were also made. Nearly a hundred of our sons were drenched by the sudden heavy rain.. Everyone said that this was a good omen, and it was grandfather’s kindness that touched heaven, who wept for him and celebrated his entry into heaven.! Hearing this, everyone was comforted even if it rained again! Grandfather has been away from us for almost a month, but my mind and eyes still show his honorable appearance and help my parents run business on the market day. When I was a child, I went up the hill and down the mountain to find my mother’s figure behind my crying brothers. Will think of ways to make all kinds of toys, coax my brothers playing with skin; Even use wooden ladders to build the eaves and pay for the swallows in the bird’s nest for the younger brother. Even if he broke his head and slept for half a year, he did not complain. In the middle of the night, I get up to cook for the junior high school students who go to 5km away, carry lanterns and send me to meet my little sisters at the foot of the mountain. As soon as it was light, I got up and mowed the mountain and came back, while my family was still sleeping. When I was a child, I spent a few cents on the weekend collecting firewood and asking our brother and sister to go down to eat dog meat soup pot. After moving down the mountain to live, he sat and stood in front of his brothers every day, laughing at the scenes of calling his two grandchildren and so on.. All of these make me very emotional and emotional! Forty years ago, my grandfather used a wooden pole to carry a pipe in an old cloth bag and some women’s bottom needles for sole to sell at distant markets in Dayun and Baihua.. I have to travel back and forth on the deserted debris road and stay there for nearly 20 hours. Because of the long journey, my grandfather had to leave for a fair in the middle of the night before, and then go to the small hotel in front of him for the night after the fair dispersed, and then go to another fair for nearly five hours before dawn the next day. After the fair dispersed, he returned to the original hotel and didn’t get home until about noon on the third day.. Under the influence of my grandfather, my father began to toil up the mountain to collect various kinds of craft materials such as sorghum stalks and wild kudzu vine, and picked bundles to sell in distant towns. The cycle goes on and on, and this toiling business has lasted for many years.. Grandfather and his father earned some savings from their hard work. Father used the money to wholesale more daily necessities in the city and walked with our mother to sell them in villages and towns markets. Grandfather was dedicated to farm work at home, so he toiled silently on the mountain for our big family all his life.! In the hearts of our children and grandchildren, grandfather is ordinary, but great!Grandfather lived all his life in the old house on the loess plateau, and he was always faithful to the old house.! Later, all the people left the old house. The brothers had tall and beautiful buildings at the foot of the mountain and some relatives died of illness.. The 80 – year – old grandfather did not want to live at the foot of the mountain with everyone in the first few years. He did not abandon the old house, which was old and poor, and was close to the old house. No one could shake his sincerity in leaving the old house.. The grandfather who stayed on the mountain still kept several pigs, several chickens and a mother dog that would only come to the foot of the mountain to string relatives together.. In December 2006, the elderly grandfather was no longer able to stay in the mountain to accompany the old house, but was reluctantly received by my brothers to my parents’ new home at the foot of the mountain.. At the time of the barking epidemic, my grandfather reluctantly sold the domestic dog and pig, leaving a few local roosters who can only sing in the old house.. Let the underage chicks stand on their own in the woods behind the door.. Leaving behind generations of ancestors and grandchildren who shed countless sweat drops but reaped bumper harvests year after year, brothers planted seedlings in the mountains.. When the weather is fine, my grandfather occasionally goes up the hill with crutches to see the old house and the chickens and sleeps in the old house for a night or two.. Later, because my grandfather was over ninety, my parents were old and infirm. After consultation, my grandfather was arranged to support my eldest brother, and other brothers each contributed part of their pension to help him support his grandfather.. Even though he was over 90 years old, his grandfather still used crutches from time to time to go up the hill alone to visit the lonely old house.. He often thinks that his old house, which has lived alone for decades, will feel lonely and friendless.. Perhaps every sleepless night, my grandfather is resting on his memory of all the joys and sorrows that happened beside him. Perhaps every quiet night, my grandfather and the lonely old house are immersed again and again, touching the drops that passed away instantly, or licking the vicissitudes of life that relatives left alone again and again.. Our family for generations will deeply miss our grandfather, love our grandfather, be grateful like our father, miss his every move before his death, and the breath of grass, wood and earth that grandfather devoted his whole life to.! At the age of ninety-four, my grandfather’s life was not easy! I miss my old house and even more my grandfather! Missing often makes me cry! Today, my grandfather was buried next door to my old house and became a neighbor to my lonely old house. From then on, my grandfather and the old house can have a heart-to-heart talk in the dead of night. I seem to hear the old, dumb, cordial and affectionate conversation between grandfather and the old house again … Ah
A bunch of carnations swaying in the heart on Mother’s Day. Caring in the heart one by one, blooming happiness, blooming happiness, blooming warmth, blooming a beautiful dream of life. Mother’s Day is a warm holiday. The warmth is thick and light, it is someone’s thoughts of sheltering me from the rain, someone’s thoughts of asking me to add more clothes to eat on time, and someone who always reads the nickname and waits for me to come home.. It’s Mother’s Day again. Thinking about the past years that my mother talked about, I suddenly felt that I grew up too slowly and understood too late. Mother has also been young, beautiful, longing and pursuing. Today she still has dreams, dreams of children, hopes of children. On this warm holiday, but as I grew up day by day, after Mother’s Day after Mother’s Day, I never carefully remembered and tasted my mother’s deep love for her children. Who knows how long, how far and how deep that love is?. Mother’s tenacious character and tolerance of patience when something goes wrong belong to the quality that we can bear hardships and stand hard work.. Mother’s childhood was hard, but she was so persistent and unyielding. My mother told me that grandpa died early and did not even leave a picture. Granny was only in her 30s, and in order to survive and take care of her children, she often went back to her mother’s family, where there were four siblings, the mother was the second child and the eldest daughter, with a eldest brother and the youngest brother at the age of eight.. In the famine year of the early 1960s, my grandmother took my youngest son and daughter back to her family, where my eldest brother and mother were still at school. They were often hungry and had no rice to cook. Sometimes they could not help but go to the mill and remove some bran from the middle of the mill.. Big Brother does not look after his mother like a brother, but hides food for his mother. On one occasion, only their brother and sister were at home. Mother came back from school and saw the younger sister lying next to a pile of carrots and cherry blossoms.. When my sister came back, the younger brother handed her a small finger-sized carrot found from the carrot cherry.. My mother suddenly burst into tears. I was deeply moved by this sister and my eyes were wet.. In order to keep the siblings from starving, the mother crustily grinds and binds with the school canteen administrator to bring home the half-month food rations, and the siblings eat together to sustain their lives.. After eating for a few days, the eldest brother refused to let his mother eat, saying that she was a student who went to school to eat, but her mother was helpless and could not eat any food for a few days, so her mother had to go to school to rub rice, and her mother did not do anything for more than ten days at school.. Sometimes I go to the harvested land to pick up corn and roast it on the oil lamp with a needle. This is the hard time for my mother, but the deep and thick sister feeling has kept the same temperature as it used to be.. The mother did not give up her studies on the most difficult day. Even after she got married, she still continued to complete her studies. She is such a big family in her husband’s family. How much pressure is she under to fulfill her long-cherished wish. In those days, women could read and have several people, but in those days when they did not have enough to eat, they could pursue relentlessly. This is my mother. Thanks to her mother’s efforts, she became a private teacher in Murakami after graduation. Her mother worked very hard and her lectures were well known to us.. At that time, we had a sewing machine in our family, which was used by Murakami to make the ” four clean – ups”. This became the mother’s patent and added another hard work. Murakami also had to work on Sunday.. Without time, he often makes clothes for Murakami in the middle of the night. Mothers often go from village to village after school to mobilize students who do not attend school or whose parents do not allow them to attend school. Mothers’ conscientious and selfless work has been recognized by the school and they are often rated as excellent or advanced teachers.. As a result, the mother became a regular teacher in 1979. Mother used her salary of ten yuan per month for our sister and brother to go to school. Only when our parents have culture can we survive the crisis of dropping out of school. Mother never let us only go to primary school because we are girls. The parents’ view is that if we study well, we can go to school.. With such parents, we have today. Mother taught countless students, and five of our sisters and brothers were also mother’s students. every mother’s day or teacher’s day, I silently wish in my heart, though I did not express it, but I have a feeling involving heart and lung.. Mother is old, her health is not as good as before, her age is not too big, and she has accumulated pains and become ill.. However, the mother’s character is very tenacious and tenacious. She has not fallen down due to various diseases. Instead, she has been exercising and bringing her grandchildren. If she can not give trouble to her children, she will do anything for her children. She will always do all she loves to care for us who have grown up and become wives and mothers.. Today, we really understand the weight of mother and understand that there is a person in the world who is willing to give her life for you and everything she has for you, that is, mother. On Mother’s Day, what can I do for my mother? I know, as long as I stay with my mother, let her watch us eat happily, watch us kiss and warm together comfortably, see us all healthy and healthy, and see us all working well, this is my mother’s expectation. Mother’s Day, a holiday I haven’t paid much attention to in the past few decades, or just a day I silently read in my mind.. Now looking at mother’s aging, mother’s decades of hard work are flowing in my heart, mother’s bitterness to me, her hard work to me, and her care for me, now being a mother, when she looks up at my children, all these emerge together and her heart vibrates.. Mother is old and gray – haired, I can feel her exhaustion and toil all her life, and always have no regrets about our output.. She is the one who loves me most in my life, the one who loves me most selflessly and is willing to give my life for me.. Now it’s time for us to care about her, take care of her and accompany her. In fact, a greeting, a phone call and a small gift from us will make her very happy, very happy and very satisfied.. Knowing that we are safe, watching our health and feeling happy, she will be happy.. Give her some of our happiness, let her be happy forever, wish her health and longevity, wish her happiness in her later years, and wish her a long and long life in our lives.. With her, we will always be the children that some people care about, and she will always be our warm home.. Unfortunately, it suddenly happened, as if once again testing the mother’s strength.Father is ill, is a rare motor neuron disease, is still incurable in medicine, can’t walk gradually, can’t get out of bed, can’t move, can’t take care of themselves, father’s anxious face is full of helplessness, hidden sorrow, sitting alone in a few square meters of a room in a day, staring out of the window in a daze.. Every time I go, my heart is always sour and full of sadness. But in front of us, the mother always smiled as if her strength had given us strength. Father’s life is all taken care of by his mother, who takes care of everything properly, his father’s food and drink, everything. What can we do? At this point, I can’t write any more. While respecting my mother, I secretly encouraged myself to learn her tenacity and tenacity.. Mother, with you, we are very happy! Mother, with you, we will always be healthy! Mother, we are willing to go through every day, every second and every festival with you, healthy and happy.. Happy mother’s day!
Many programs staged in the filial boy’s life theatre always arouse people’s heartfelt desire to applaud.. One day at noon, I went to the bath center of the city that never sleeps to take a bath.. Looking for a good bed, just sat down and came in from outside. The front one, about eighty years old, with white hair, good-natured eyebrows and intellectual appearance, walked forward with his hands on a four-legged metal shelf, followed by a young man in his twenties, who was clean in vain, with crew cut, a meter of seven or more stature, chubby, big eyes, a standard handsome boy and two bulging cloth bags in his hand.. Walk up to the bed next to me, the young man put the cloth on the bed, side by side, holding the old man’s right arm with his right hand, turning around from behind with his left hand, inserting it into the old man’s creaky nest, and holding the old man to sit down slowly. Then, gently and slowly help the old man take off his clothes, and be as careful as picking up soaked paper.. After the clothes were stripped off, the old man pressed the shelf, and the young man followed the old man’s footsteps and went to the bathroom with his bath supplies.. After entering the bathroom, he went under the shower head, the old man pressed the support, the young man took a bench and placed it at the root of the old man’s leg, holding the old man to sit down slowly, quietly asking for a shower, the old man” um” 1. The old man showered for a while. The young man said wash your hair. The old man nodded. The young man squeezed out the shampoo cream and put it on the old man’s head. After carefully scratching the old man’s head, the old man said it didn’t matter. The old man said that he would do well. Scratch again for a while, the young man said angrily, the old man’s ” uh – huh” and ” two”. After the water came out, the young man said the water was poisonous, and the old man said nothing. It’s like a mother washing a baby’s hair. A guy in his twenties can do this. It’s rare. It’s really rare.. After washing the old man’s head, the young man said soap, and the old man said yes. The young man lifted the old man up, moved the stool aside, soaped the old man from top to bottom, from left to right, slowly, gently and softly, tickling his thigh, foot, buttock and groove, rubbing it several times one by one, and saying’ press the bracket and speak quickly when his arm is sore’. That thoughtful, that meticulous, that heart, as if to wipe a national treasure. After washing off the soap foam, the young man wiped the water off the old man’s body with a towel, sent the old man to the bed, wiped the old man’s whole body with a dry towel, put on autumn clothes and autumn trousers for the old man, helped the old man lie down, covered the old man with a quilt, and said, I will go home after washing in the pool. The old man gave a wave of his hand. The young man walked up to the pool and came back again, pulling a quilt from another bed, covering the old man, stretching it evenly and tucking in the edge before he went down to the pool.. I asked the young man what he was. The young man said he was my grandfather. I said you were the most filial grandson I have ever seen. How blessed is your grandfather. The young man smiled shyly. Bathroom staff said, young man, you’re good and praise for you. A dozen bathers gave the young man a thumbs-up sign, and the young man bowed his head shyly.. The real filial piety is not how much money is given to the old man, nor is it the crying of the old man when he dies, but the patient, meticulous and meticulous care of the old man in daily life..
My father came from the country with a face of dust. Carrying a wallet tied together by two canvas bags, one bag contains about 20 eggs and the other bag contains about 10 potatoes. This is the two most common things, but the father’s back is pressed like a pole, carrying his wife and children and grandchildren at one end. My father is a very old man, and he is obviously not as good as before. In the past, I always took my wife and children home to see them every Monday. When I went back, I bought some melons, fruits, vegetables, fish and fish, which was a little consolation to my parents’ loneliness and conscience.. Niang, three years ago, she suffered a serious illness, and her last life was to pick it up, but she was left with a lifelong disability.. Yesterday, my father called and said he wanted to have a look at my grandson. I said, I’ll pick you up. The father said aloud, ” What’s the name of the car after a short journey?”?! I have always feared my father, and I never dare disobey him. My father has never been far away. Today is the first time my father has come to see us from the countryside.! The guard’s wife is busy in the kitchen. I stay in the study and read a book. The sun climbed to the top of Dongshan Mountain and was already a pole high. The guard called inside and said his father came to see me. Looking down from the sixth floor, my father was like a drop of ink on a canvas bag, spinning around a big black spot and couldn’t find his place to stay.. The big shot, usually we these little people don’t pay attention to, what’s more, a father from the countryside? All of a sudden, I saw my father getting smaller and smaller into a mustard seed. On weekdays, my father was in the field, which was two heads higher than the wheat. The guard’s yelling, like the tide of Qiantang, has been pouring into the windowsill on the sixth floor. A mustard seed floated in panic in this sound wave, looking for its own piece of land. Originally, two or three ears of wheat in the field were not picked up, and they were slapped in the face by their father in vain.. From then on, a peasant child’s eyes, wheat is more expensive than gold! Downstairs father, trance between into a child in need of care. I rushed out of the door, slid down the stairs in a fit of pique, and nearly bumped into my father who was coming towards me.. I want to find that big shot to reason with. A big hand, crossing over, tightly grabbed my impulse and whipped me to my father’s eyes. On the seventh floor of the stairs, there is no elevator, and there are plenty of steps one by one. Father carried a wallet, which was the kind that two coarse cloth sails were tied together. I said, ” Dad, let me get something.”? ‘ Dad said, ” Gently, I can move it.”. ‘ In this way, my father is ahead and I am behind. His hands were empty and his heart was heavy! It was also a hot day in the sun. My father carried a shovel on his shoulder. I carried a small basket behind my father and wandered along the narrow mountain path.. Along the way, my father didn’t speak and I didn’t say anything, just keeping his heel tight. I want to walk all the way, grow up quickly and have the same big feet as my father. I followed my father’s big feet through the narrow wooden bridge, through the deep gravel river, through the thick hot dirt road and across the neat wheat fields.. At that time, my father’s feet moved very fast, and I ran all the way without being dropped. Today, my father walked slowly, holding the handrail of the stairs with one hand and pressing the wallet on his chest with the other. I told my father three or four times, I came to take it, and he said vigorously, ” I’ll be here soon.”! The usual five words, which floated out of his father’s mouth, added a calm and persistent one.! The child stood at the door early and cried out to grandpa. dad said,’ it’s not here?! ‘ this relaxed like a cigarette in a pipe, curling up over my father’s head, hitting my heart and falling heavily on the stairs behind me.. 3. There is a sofa in the living room. It is made of cloth and is very soft.. I asked my father to sit on the sofa. He said he was used to squatting and was uncomfortable to sit on. Father Geju ( dialect, crouching ) was sitting next to the sofa. My child was sitting on grandpa’s lap, one hand holding grandpa’s head and one hand touching grandpa’s beard.. Suddenly, the child exclaimed, ” Grandpa, your hair is white and your beard is white.”! ‘ I looked carefully along the sound, my father’s hair and beard were white, white and piercing.It’s not white, it’s frost that has fallen on my father’s head for years, and it’s tears that have fallen on my father’s face.! A cigarette is stuck in the gap between the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, one hand protects the knees, and the smoking sound of the next day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day’s day will ring evenly.. Watching TV pictures without saying a word but with a happy smile on her face. Gradually, a picture moved past my eyes. It was a summer threshing ground, and my father, like now, was smiling at the tall wheat heap.. At first glance, Lu Kai squatted quietly beside his father, just like a sofa perched beside his father, who is like a bunch of mature wheat, recalling the years in the blue sky.! 4. older people in straw hat city all wear a cloth hat in different colors and formats. Father, from the countryside, was wearing a straw hat made of straw. I said, ” Dad, I’ll buy you a cloth hat.”. ‘ Dad said, ” How many years have I been wearing a straw hat and got used to it. If I wear a cloth cap, I will not be used to it. ‘ It’s very hot in the house. I asked Dad to take off his straw hat. He said it wasn’t hot. Father is like this. Once he decides something, he will try his best to do it and will never look back. A straw hat is a gift from wheat to the host! A yellow straw hat on his father’s head, coming and going in the rain in the wind, threw his deep feelings towards the land through the sweat for many years.. When Maimiaoer danced in the wind, his father’s straw hat floated on the ridge of the field, and the straw hat rolled with green hope. When the wheat shook its head in the sun, his father’s straw hat moved in the wheat field, and the straw hat shone with golden harvest. While Malone was in the ground, his father’s straw hat was passing through Malone’s room, and tears of joy were flying under it. When the wheat grain was built into a hill on the threshing ground, his father’s straw hat lay quietly on the wheat heap, and the straw hat watched for the happiness of the coming year.. Today, father’s straw hat covers the vicissitudes of wind and rain, shining with peace and peace. I sat opposite my father’s eyes and looked at his father’s eyes with tintin’s eyes. That is a pair of tears eyes, canthus fish lines horizontal pile, bloodshot eyes full of cloth. The eyes of the former jiongjiongweishen suddenly lost their luster and a drop of tears flowed out of the corner of their eyes. Father wiped his cuffs and continued smoking his cigarette. I said, ” Dad, is your eyes a little hard to bear?”? ‘ My father said, ” My eyes are a little sleepy. Sometimes I cry. It’s okay. Just wipe it! A pain in my heart made me realize that my father’s eyes are not good, and it has been some time since. Although my father said it was eye problems that caused tears in the wind, I would rather think it was a crystal clear interpretation of past smoke clouds.! Father, don’t cry. Every time I see your eyes, my heart would have broken into a torrent of water. Please don’t mention it again. In the moon of childhood, I cruelly broke your family’s rice bowl and let it scatter into stars. In the boy’s schoolbag, I also resolutely tore up your burning hope and let it freeze into a dazzling score. Father, don’t cry. My heart dances like snowflakes every time I see your eyes.. Please don’t mention it any more. In the impulse to grow up, I have frantically shattered your love and let it become indifferent and detached for a long time. At the dinner table after starting a family, I even left too much excuse me at this end of the phone. What you end up with is coarse tea and light rice, and what you swallow is bitter, spicy, sweet and sour! Some people say that father is an old ploughshare, ploughing his heart silently. Some people also say that father is a winding mountain, firmly holding the sun and moon on his shoulders. However, I would like to say that my father is a heavy knife, deeply carving silent love into the eyes of these vicissitudes of life..
Ganma is also Ma Wen / Yang Guopeng. When I was six years old, I was weak and sickly. My mother often touched my head and wept secretly.. During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother took me to the two aunts’ home in Wuxing Village ten miles away and asked for advice from the well-informed two aunts.. Two aunts told my mother to worship the dopted mother, so she could transfer the goods. I had to worship a dopted mother with many sons and many blessings.. However, the rural people are superstitious and fear that worshipping the cadres and relatives will dilute their own destiny. They are not close to people and will not agree easily. Two aunts then recommended her cousin to be my godmother. After lunch, two aunts invited her cousin to come home, and three women sat around the table on the ground to have a conversation, and cautiously said the worship of relatives and cadres.. When I said these words, I played with my cousin on the kang of the second aunt’s house, always secretly listening with my ears and secretly watching from time to time.. I found her staring at me from the moment she entered the door, with a gentle and cordial smile on her face. When my cousin and I greeted her, we took out some candy and gave it to us.. I counted and gave me more than my cousin! When listening in on the adults, I was nervous and scared. I was afraid my mother would be refused and embarrassed, and I was afraid that if it happened, what should I do?? Although I have already had a favorable impression on her, she is older than two aunts and naturally older than my mother. I am somewhat unhappy in my heart and a little uneasy.. She grabbed my mother’s hand and kept smiling, while listening to two aunts introduce my family, she studied my facial expression. I also had a naughty smile and pretended to play with my cousin.. She thought for a moment, then readily agreed, saying that she was in charge of these things at home and asked my mother to go home and consult my grandfather and my father.. Then I let go of my heart. When I got home, my mother and father went to see grandpa ( grandpa and Sanbo lived in Sanbo Old Street’s home at that time ) and left me alone at home waiting for news. I took out the remaining two pieces of candy from my trouser pocket and lovingly peeled off one piece and put it in my mouth. The other one was my intention to honor my grandfather.. Sweet silk candy is more delicious than the one grandpa gave me. Grandpa gave it hard, but these candies were sweet and crisp. In addition to eating with my cousin, I secretly chewed one at the second aunt’s house.. I was a little hesitant when I thought of worshipping the dry relatives. She was getting older, but she looked at my eyes as a soft warm thing, the same as when my mother looked at me, and her family still had plenty of good sugar to eat. At that time, my family had just moved into a new house and had not given me the money to eat snacks. Only grandpa would give candy, and it would take a long time to do so.. I can guess, she also likes me very much, otherwise how could she promise me to share her blessings and take advantage of her own son? Want to know when playing with my friends in the next two aunts’ house, I saw that the reed chicken in the aunt’s house threw out the chicks from the eldest sister-in-law’s house that had robbed her children of food, so it was easy to escape from under the threshold.. When mom and dad came back, they said grandpa wanted me to make my own decision. When I say what I think, especially if I think she is too old, it makes mom and dad laugh, saying that it is a blessing for my whole life to recognize her as a dopted mother, and there is no room for me to play too much.! So, on the auspicious day after the wheat harvest, my parents led me to the second aunt’s house again, prepared a four-color ceremony, and worshipped my parents under the leadership of the second aunt and the second uncle. I vaguely remember walking a long way to get there.. At that time, the dopted mother’s house was still living in the old house, with the heavy black door wide open, the threshold raised early to lean against the nearby woodpile, the yard was cleaned cleanly, and the second uncle shouted loudly: ” Brother 16, your dopted son is here.”! ‘ I saw several big brothers spouting from the innermost room, followed by a middle-aged man and a woman who came out of the second room, the dopted mother of Li Lissoro and the new dopted father, all of whom were greeted with warm and affectionate smiles. I quickly fell to my knees and kowtowed while shouting respectfully at the dopted mother and the dopted father in my mouth.. Dry dad ha ha smiled and simply agreed to help me up. dopted mother also smiled bright and clear, held her arms close, and greeted everyone into the room to talk with dopted father.. She hugged me and introduced some of my brothers. Looking at a few strange but cordial smiling faces, I know dopted mothers have already told the family about the worship of relatives, and everyone welcomes me. My hanging heart finally became steadfast and the strangeness disappeared … Ah, I remember when I was 12 o’clock at noon, the youngest brother invited me to put firecrackers and bow down to the Buddha worshipped by fathers and godmothers.. At lunch time, under the guidance of my second uncle, I offered tea to my parents and received red envelopes from them. This kiss was completely worshipped.. The dopted mother’s family treated me so affectionately that when my parents came home, they purposely left me for a few days. In the evening, I hugged dopted mother and slept soundly. I actually took up my little brother’s arms. During the day, I turned with dopted mother after driving out, and dopted mother kowtowed to Buddha. While dopted mother was cooking, I chewed all kinds of snacks or candies in my mouth and watched. dopted mother loathed me to move my broom and pull a bellows. Every time I wanted to help her do what I could, dopted mother always stopped me and said, ” My baby will not do it and told you guys to get it.”. ‘ dopted mother took me with her when she came to the neighbor’s house and said proudly: ” This is my son, although he is not old, he can read a lot.”! ‘ dopted mother’s popularity is good, and the neighbors I saw took my hand rare. I followed dopted mother’s introduction and shouted to people consumedly square square. I often got all kinds of snacks and desserts presented to me, and my trouser pocket was full of them.. When I get home, I will leave it for my brothers. The dopted mother always said that if she couldn’t eat, she hid under the pillow to save for herself. At breakfast, my little brother and I are egg custard. My egg custard always has more yellow and bright rapeseed oil than my little brother. Other brothers all eat porridge like dopted mothers.. The brothers did not complain at all. Several brothers came home from school at noon every day, ate lunch and took me to play with them. They showed me their collection of comic books and told wonderful stories.. The dopted mother watched a group of children grow up happily, and the smile on her face was even more brilliant.. Gandad is a worker in the provincial construction of Liujian, and his family’s economy is relatively broad. He often buys snacks to satisfy his children’s appetite. Ganma always fears that I will eat less. When doing housework, she also asks me if I still have anything in my pocket and whether I want it or not.? Look at my hard nod, just rest assured to continue to work. Dry dad had to go back to work in the provincial capital on time, and dry mom had to take a lot of children to live alone in the home. In addition to doing housework inside and outside, she had to go to the fields to plant crops and do farm work.. In the afternoon, after school, her brothers led us to gather wheat ears, light corn and plant dry tobacco. When planting dry tobacco, the eldest brother and the second brother went to the canal to carry water. Little brother and I will use gourd ladle to pour dry tobacco. The third brother accompanied dopted mother and put a layer of wheat straw on the watered dry tobacco roots to preserve soil moisture.. The dopted mother always feared that I was tired. She called me to her in a moment, wiped my sweat with her handkerchief, and asked me if I was tired, thirsty, hungry or jealous.. The little brother also cried out to buy me popsicles to eat when he came home, and also took my cousins and cousins from the second aunt’s home to play at home.. Once, playing with my brothers at home, I ran so fast that I accidentally bumped my head and drum a small bag. When dopted mother saw me, she hugged me nervously and blamed my brothers for not being careful and called on my brother to get clean tiles. She took them and wiped them with a handkerchief and gave them to me for research. She also read Buddha in her mouth and prayed for Buddha’s blessing.. Indeed as expected after a while, the bag went down and the burning pain disappeared.When Uncle Er wants to send me back to my home ( Uncle Er was driving a car to run and transport in the motorcade ), the dopted mother not only packed me a lot of delicious food, but also hung a prayer string around my neck for many years.. When I got home, my next aunt heard me introduce dopted mother’s house with flying colors. she couldn’t help teasing me, saying that I had been staying at the dopted mother’s house for a long time, and all my talk had brought the dopted mother’s accent, and that she would be the dopted daughter in the future.. I nodded honestly and said I was the senior of dopted mother’s family. During the Chinese New Year, dopted mother came to my family to visit relatives. In addition to the new New Year’s money, she gave me two big red lanterns. Although my uncle and aunt also gave me a lot of lanterns, I always took the lanterns from dopted mother to walk through the streets and lanes every night. I accidentally collided with other people’s lanterns, lit candles and cried a lot.. Every time I went to Wuxing Village to visit relatives, my family first went to Er Yi’s house because Er Yi’s house was close to the intersection. As soon as everyone had a drink of water, I was in a hurry to yell and want to visit Gan Ma’s house.. Two aunts ran on me with a smile. They are immature dogs and kids, and they don’t know what good food dopted by dopted mothers for me. They are so close to dopted mothers that they don’t even want to stay with their aunts.. See I was stubborn, two aunts called my cousin to take me to, let my cousin take a message to dopted mother, said my parents later in the past. Every time I went, my parents came back to my house in the afternoon, and I lived in dopted mother’s house for a few days, enjoying the lively activities of a large group of boys, and more enjoying dopted mother’s eccentric love. Of course, the dopted mother’s family often come to our house and walk around. Every time the family sends the dopted mother back to the five-star village, I will reluctantly leave the village and watch dopted mother’s back, unable to help crying for a while. Sometimes dopted mother looked at me sad. If it was a holiday, dopted mother would simply take me back to Wuxing Village and tell my mother to stay for a while, then let my second uncle’s bike come back, and I would happily climb the second brother’s bike and say goodbye to my parents.. Later, my two aunts and their family moved to Baoji with their two uncles. The dopted mother’s family also moved to a new home and lived in Xinjie. I also learned to ride a bike myself. I had a high beam and my ass couldn’t reach the saddle. I often went to visit dopted mother on vacation. At that time, the dirt road in the countryside was not easy to walk. After I got home, the gifts in the sugar cage in the back seat of the bike were often all scattered, but dopted mother never abandoned it.. If it was winter vacation, dopted mother heard my cry and hurried out to meet me. She saw me stop the car at random and hugged me. She shouted her lovely son, put my red-frozen hand in her arms and warmed me. She called her brothers to pour boiling water for me, take candy for candy, park bicycles to park bicycles and move sugar cages for sugar cages. She held me to sit on the hot kang. She could not help kissing me after I won the first place in the exam. Her mouth shouted her good son, good son and little brother to learn from me.! My brothers were busy and took off their shoes and went to the kang to give me the warmest place, and everyone around me asked the east to ask the west to be warm and affectionate.. Later, as I grew older, I had less time to live in my mother’s house. My brothers also got married one after another. My eldest brother and my third brother had a new homestead and moved out after building it. My second brother took an examination of the university and went to work in Shanghai. My younger brother took his father’s class after graduating from junior high school and was also in the provincial capital.. Every time I go to my mother’s house, I will go to work with my godmother. When I cook, my sister-in-law and sister-in-law all run over to help the kitchen. My godmother and sister-in-law accompany us to talk. While the family is busy at dinner, my sisters-in-law at home are separated from each other, but their relationship with godmother is close. My brothers are still in harmony and meimei. I have never had a prosperous face. My godmother and sister-in-law’s face always walked with each other.. Later, when brothers had children, they also let godparents take care of them. The eldest brother and the third brother worked in agriculture when they were busy. They were all big craftsmen in the construction industry, and their days were also flourishing.. Later, when I got married, dopted parents and sister-in-law hired a pickup truck, pulled several new quilts, new mattresses, dopted mother’s own homespun sheets, and many gifts. Neighbors envy, saying that they are richer than their daughter’s dowry, although my family also gave a gift when several older brothers married, which is not comparable to the scenery of dopted mother’s family. dopted mother cheerfully said that this is my daughter-in-law and happy?! I bought a house in the city and invited dopted mothers and dads to live in it several times. They always pushed off and said they couldn’t leave home and wanted to bring their grandchildren. Later, my sister-in-law gave birth in winter and dopted mothers came to Xi ‘an. I managed to take dopted mothers to stay for a few days and have a good reception for a few days. I bought dopted mothers underwear, which was a little filial piety, but severely and firmly refused when I gave money.. The dopted mother has repeatedly stressed that my wife and I should work well. Don’t worry about her and my dopted father, saying that my dopted father has a retirement salary and they can’t spend it all. Besides, my brothers are filial and my sisters-in-law often come to their hometown to help with their work and can’t afford to tire of her and my dopted father.. My wife and I are still using the handmade homespun bed sheets given by dopted mother. Every time we wash them, we use our hands for fear that the washing machine will break down. After so many years, we always feel comfortable and comfortable sleeping on the bed sheets given by dopted mother. The bed sheets have always been filled with thick maternal love.. Although every time I go back to my hometown, I will definitely visit my parents, but I always feel that my heart is empty. My parents love me and regard me as their own, but I return too little to the old man’s house.. Today on Mother’s Day, I spoke to dopted mother on the phone and couldn’t help tears streaming down silently. I repeatedly cried: Mom, Mom, dopted mother responded with every sound of excitement ……
How are you, mom? ‘ two days didn’t call his son, suddenly received a phone call from his son. ‘ what are you doing? Son. No, I don’t have your phone in the past two days. I don’t trust you. Just know how you are.. ‘ the original son’s phone just wanted to know if I was ok or not. ‘ is that you said there is no common language, I didn’t play. I asked my son. ‘ two generations, there must be a gap. ‘ son prevaricated, I seem to see his apology. This is how to return a responsibility? On that day, I went to the provincial capital to go to school. There was a little difference with my son, who was always worried about it.. Every time I leave home for another place, I have to give orders to my family, especially to my son.. The son is getting married soon, and when the mother is still old, she treats him as a child, especially in his growth. It is difficult to endure what is wrong without giving birth.. In those two days, my husband and I talked about a business with a girl. Although the girl had a discussion behind her back, every time she came forward alone, she was able and meticulous, confident and active, and I couldn’t believe she was only 25 years old. In just two days, we reached an agreement happily and learned from the contact that the girl only attended an ordinary university in Shenyang, graduated from an advertising major and worked for two years.. ‘ Do your parents do business? You have had such edification and training. Otherwise, how can you be so mature and understand so much in all aspects of society?? The girl trembles and nods. The girl has always been a mystery to me. The key point of business development is that she has to go out of the phone to ask for instructions. It seems that the people who entrusted her to handle affairs behind the scenes believe in her ability.. In this way, she will not be able to fly in the future. She is a flying bird and is released into the blue sky.. In this way, I think of my son, as a parent, who often takes care of every important event, fearing that he will not be able to do it well and will wander in his own circle, such as the bird in the house, which is the reason for this? I wanted to think about it this way. I wanted to talk to my son immediately, but now my son is working outside and I want to catch the train to the provincial capital. So I rushed to entrust a few words on the phone.. ‘ Son, the girl I met in business with your father today is two years younger than you, but is mature. You have to learn from others. You see you, often watch TV series in the evening, and time is wasted. How can you do that? If you want to fly high and go far, you can’t let go of your spare time. You can only fly if you read more books and reserve more.. You always compare me with other people. When you go to school, what’s the advantage? Did it work? I am who I am.. ‘ Telephone there, son is not happy. Alas, if this stubborn son could have listened to me earlier, it would have been much better than it is now. Which parents are not good for their children! ‘ People don’t listen to me. It’s no use crying over spilt milk. I know I’m going to touch a rebuff, but I still want to say it because I’m his mother. I’ve come a lot of ways and know how to go. I’m anxious to see them around the corner.! When I arrived at the station, I received a message from my son: ” Mom, I have a bad attitude to speak and pay more attention to it later.”. You also don’t always tell me that we don’t have a common language. I’m not angry. It’s normal for my son to play the woman in front of his mother.. I wrote back and said, ” Son, mother told you not to waste your time and study more and accumulate more and more to accumulate more, which is necessary for future survival and development. Please don’t take it seriously and think carefully.”! ‘ When we were young, we didn’t have TV or computers. We only read books to understand the outside world and broaden our horizons.. When I was young, I knew that reading changed my fate and worked hard to get up. Love, intoxicated in love rarely read; After getting married, in order to change my life style, I started business, was busy and didn’t have time to study. In those years, a successful and wise friend often reminded me: ” Don’t forget to read, it will increase your connotation and nurture”. Such warnings often echo in my ears. I also want to be a man of his erudite spirit, not just rich. ‘ Looking far away, I saw that real wealth is spiritual. It is the stars shining in the sky, beautiful and never fading away.. So, at night, when everyone else was sleeping, I picked up the book, and Drucker took part in the management practice bill. I came up with the desire to go to university to study business management in major war zones, and entered the business management class. I also realized that the driving force of external things came from the deep cultural core, and the wisdom of the ancients and the nurturing of literature would make ordinary life shine. Along the line of reading, I realized the unspeakable happiness. How could I have found this happiness if it had not been carried by my friends at the beginning?? Now, how I wish my son could have seen the road of continuous happiness I have realized earlier! My son and I have different views on reading. He believes that there are many ways to learn. Society is a big classroom, and there are still TV computers.? However, I think that learning is limited at present, impetuous is full of society and permeates the sky. Only when we calm down and talk to intelligent people can we have a set star in our hearts and a bright and broad world.. To this, my friend said to me, ” Young people are like the beauty of spring flowers. You must let him have red leaves, will you?”? Yes, people also have the process of spring, summer, autumn and winter. why should we pull out seedlings to encourage them? Why not let nature take its course? Son in love, they have become independent and their faces are brimming with happiness. How nice! Why do you have to add burden to them? Instead of preaching, parents should silently put on a pair of paddles when they cross the river and open the window to let them fly when their wings are ripe.. ‘ did you do it? After reflection, I asked myself.
[ Guide ]: Mother’s love for chrysanthemum has never been a secret in the village. I also clearly remember when I was a child, when the front yard of my family arrived in autumn, there was always a large golden one.. That’s the money chrysanthemum that my mother was waiting for. Although the flowers are not big, they are very flourishing.. The autumn wind blows away the summer heat and makes the skin feel slightly cool. Autumn wind, dyed yellow grass, dyed yellow maple leaf; The autumn wind, blowing down the leaves, the Indus tree on the roadside, withering away, finally issued a helpless and heavy sigh, reluctantly drifting away from the branches; Autumn wind, blowing through the whole season, the rice in the field in the distance, golden, cotton, snow-white and busy farmers. The autumn wind blew the purple of the garden and the chrysanthemum of one of the four gentlemen in the flower. As if it were a fair, it was in full swing. Chrysanthemum, she has a loose style and may – like character. The chrysanthemums in the garden show a charming attitude, and the wind floats and dances, making people feel full of poetry and flowers.. White chrysanthemum, as white as snow, floating like a cloud, looks like ten thousand square meters; The red chrysanthemum, such as the burning flame, has a special feeling and looks like a proud face. Money Chrysanthemum, Huang Cancan’s, is small and exquisite, fresh and handsome. Green, purple, with different expressions … Ah, however, the withered grass can’t hide the loneliness of autumn. A autumn rain drenched the whole season, drenched my hair and even drenched my mood. Seeing the chrysanthemums in full bloom in the garden, I breathed deeply and breathed deeply with a faint fragrance.. The flowers of the golden chrysanthemum are particularly striking, with petals like newly-born bean sprouts densely packed tightly around them.. Looking at her brilliant flowers, I couldn’t help but misty my eyes. I have a special feeling for chrysanthemum. Mother’s life is predestined friends with chrysanthemum. She was born in the blooming season of chrysanthemum and left the world in the blooming season of chrysanthemum.. Not only does she have chrysanthemum in her name, but she also enjoys raising chrysanthemum. This is almost all my memory of my mother. Mother’s love for chrysanthemum has never been a secret in the village. I also clearly remember when I was a child, when the front yard of my family arrived in autumn, there was always a large golden one.. That’s the money chrysanthemum that my mother was waiting for. Although the flowers are not big, they are very flourishing.. The quiet fragrance often drew the neighbors to stop and look back. Mother’s love for chrysanthemum is naturally different from Tao Yuanming’s. Tao Yuanming’s broad – minded, seemingly natural and unrestrained, is actually an escape from reality and shows how much helplessness in his quiet life.. Away from the dark social reality, sending the scenery is not from its original intention. Although the mother’s life was extremely bumpy, the young man lost his mother and assumed the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings in the course of growing up, enjoying the hardships of life too early. Middle – aged followed the father who suffered injustice and suffered torture. Old people lose their husbands and suffer from illness. It can be said that fate is very bad! From time to time through the pain, mother’s laughter is still bright and clear, and she is always so enthusiastic about life.. Mother loves chrysanthemum, especially the less expensive money chrysanthemum. I never cared about it when I was a child. When I grow up, I don’t understand much. On one occasion, I inadvertently asked my mother, ” Mom, let’s raise some rare varieties next year.”. ‘ Mother smiled.’ Why? Compared with others, I don’t want to. Mother’s words made me even more puzzled. ” Why? This is very cheap and good to raise. Just pour some water at intervals of three to five. Don’t need too much service. Those rare, delicate ones. I didn’t understand that the original mother’s love for her was all due to her lack of temperance and her exuberant vitality.. No matter how bad the external environment is, she is still bright and fragrant in autumn.. Mother’s life, through the wind and rain of the world, is still calm, still warm as fire, still deeply in love. The persistence, is it the average person can do it? Mother is beautiful. Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in her selfless devotion to her family and children.. Looking back on my mother’s life, I suddenly felt that she was as fresh and beautiful as the petite flower of money.. It’s been three years since my mother died. I can no longer see my mother’s chrysanthemum. Can no longer hear mother’s whispering; I can no longer feel the fragrance reaching deep into my heart. A few times of chrysanthemum flowers, the same season, the same aroma, and people are not there, the voice is hard to find.[ Responsibility Editor: Chloe[ Original ]
Yesterday, my son awei wrote to us ( WeChat ) asking for money, saying that he was preparing to take part in the postgraduate exam. I was very surprised and pleased to hear the news.. After three years in college, his family repeatedly urged him to study hard to prepare for one’s deceased father grind, but he didn’t care, even saying,’ I’m not the kind of person to sit down and do research. ‘ Two months ago, my colleague’s children were admitted to graduate school and my cousin’s daughter was admitted to graduate school. I said to awei on WeChat: Son, my colleague’s children have been admitted to graduate school. Do you have any ideas? awei replied: Dad, I don’t want to take an examination of one’s deceased father. I want to go to the society early and take an examination of one’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father’s deceased father.! I know everything . Ah. At that time, my heart was rather lost and I thought: My son, he knows to eat, drink and fall in love all day. Why can’t he fight for breath in his studies?? Now don’t one’s deceased father grind after even have no chance. Lost to lost, but I always respect my son’s choice, because the road is to go by myself, and adults can only provide some reference on the direction of the problem.. A month later, awei suddenly called to say that he wanted to be a soldier. Let me inquire about the recruitment information of the county and prepare for myopic surgery. He also said that what to do depends on where the soldiers are. Tibet in Xinjiang will not go.. I am naturally glad to hear that my son wants to be a soldier, because it is a pity for my life and I admire those who have been soldiers in my heart.. But after listening to the words behind me, I’m a little unhappy. This is clearly a fear of hardship! The soldiers in Xinjiang Tibet’s hard and desolate land are not suitable. The soldiers in Beijing and Shanghai must go. I think their son is still naive. In fact, the soldiers everywhere are all the same. They have to go through rigorous and cruel training. Otherwise, how can they defend their country?? I said, ” Son, a soldier’s father supports you.”! But when what soldiers, when where soldiers dad but helpless. ” .” another month later, you suddenly offered to take an examination of one’s deceased father grind. At the crossroads of life, one’s deceased father grind is absolutely right! Dad was surprised, dad was surprised, dad was pleased, dad was happy. I feel like my son woke up at the beginning of a big dream. Although this dream woke up a little later, everything was still in time.. Son, dad praised you! Although the postgraduate entrance examination is hard and tiring, it does not have enough knowledge and ability to contribute to society? To support a family is something that a person can do, but if he wants to settle down and do something for the public, he must have real talent and practical learning.. One’s deceased father grind for further study is just the right time for you, awei, come on! . Ah, last winter, dad wrote his childhood. You said you forgot your childhood and asked dad to write about your childhood.. Dad didn’t understand how his childhood could be forgotten? The only child generation, is it too happy? Now let your father write about your growth experience. awei was born at Shangbao Village Health Center in Tongshan Town at sunset on the second day of 1997. You were born with a handsome face and a thin body.. Before I was a year old, I often cried for no reason. My grandfather held you around the hospital during lunch break, and it took me a long time to sleep.. Three turns six sit nine climb, nine months because of a cold you first forehead infusion drip, at that time your father has not tasted the taste of infusion, the in the mind is naturally very worried about fear, mother holding you, motionless a hug is three hours. Before the age of three, colds continued in winter and spring. You don’t take medicine, you can only give injections. The common cold medicine doesn’t work, and you must take the No.5 vanguard.. When you eat, you must hold it alone and feed it alone. Sometimes your mother puts you on the windowsill and when you feed, you still tilt your head to one side.. So four or five years old, has been feeding to eat. The toys you often buy are handguns and cars, riding on small benches, and riding a simple tricycle was broken before you were three years old.. Your playmates are Ma ‘an, Yuan Yuan and Hou ‘an. Ma ‘an is three years older than you, Hou ‘an is one year older than you, Yuan Yuan is eight months younger than you. The horse egg is the commander and the god in your mind! Yuan yuan, though small, is taller than you. every time you wrestle, three times five divided by two, you dry him down, but people refuse to accept him and always pester you to wrestle.. Hou’s eggs are strong and often bully you and the garden. Fortunately, Ma’s eggs are good-natured and protect both of you.. Once I showed you around the county department store. The first time I saw a beautiful bicycle in the store, you wailed loudly and couldn’t walk away. This surprised me greatly and certainly attracted the attention of customers.. Since then, you have your own bike. Later Hou egg and yuan yuan bought bicycles, and you became the school martial arts team of tongshan junior high school, speeding through the courtyard. once you crashed your bike into the big sister’s bag at the school gate, you even lost your temper to others.! When you went to kindergarten, you didn’t go anyway. Dad, Mom and Grandpa took turns to accompany you for a whole week. In the years from kindergarten to the third grade of primary school, your game talent made Torre I sincerely admire, playing the four corners, Zakaka, winning and sneaking … Ah Ma ‘an, Hou ‘an, Yuan Yuan Yuan, and Han ‘an, who are many years older than you at the school gate, have all become your defeated generals one by one.. In the freezing and snowy days when the north wind blows, adults huddle at home and rub their hands and call them cold, but you are waving your arms and playing selflessly.! On one occasion, a child from a cookhouse visited you unexpectedly and played the game of Zakaka. I didn’t expect you to lose miserably and face flushed with anger. I really don’t know if you took it at that time, but I clearly felt that it was your first game of frustration and the family was smaller than you.. When I was three years old in the spring, I took you to play in the Donghe River in Shangbao Village. For the first time, you took home a large handful of shrimp mixed with aquatic plants in plastic bags. The next weekend, you and your companions sneaked into the Donghe River again. When you came back, the plastic bags contained a black tadpole. In the third week, you finally caught a few small fish and took them home with water bottles.. Your progress surprised dad, but then you got a bad cold . ah.You have never been able to break into the top five in your study. You are only about ten out of twenty students in the class.. Li Huanhuan, Zhang Jiakai, Shi Youwei . Ah, always top of the list. In the fourth grade of primary school, you followed your mother into the county seat and went to the new primary school.. At that time, the games often played were poker, yo-yo and online games. The playmates downstairs were Wu Yifan, Zhang Guodong and Xi Wenjiang.. The yo-yo was influenced by TV. At that time, a movie and TV play of yo-yo game prevailed.. You will imitate the action of the long TV competition and practice repeatedly, throwing, turning, lifting and swinging the purple and purple blue yo-yo over time and the electric fire will fly.! Looking at your skillful game, Torre is also happy in his heart. Later, with the computer, I don’t know how you learned to ask a question in one fell swoop, and it was team work, killing and killing all the way and upgrading step by step, all the way up to level 80 or 90. One number is not enough, and several numbers are still played.. One of the most impressive things in primary school is that you still sobbed when your class lost a tug-of-war match and came home.. I was surprised to see you sad. Maybe you can’t afford to lose the team because of everything in the game world.. When you were in junior six, you pestered your mother to buy an adult bicycle. From then on, you rode your bike to and from school, and from time to time you brought along nearby alumni.. In Yuanqu Junior High School, you became a soldier under Mom’s command. The class is full of talents and ranks only in the top ten. But you also don’t want to lag behind. Every endorsement always wants to compete with others. Mom takes extra care of you and asks you to memorize every word. On one occasion, Mom asked you to memorize several times in a row. You tore the book to pieces and fell to the ground in a fit of anger, making Mom very embarrassed.! When you were in grade three, you couldn’t stand the harsh demands of the English teacher and collided with it. The injured mother quickly explained and communicated with Miss Wang.. The study was extremely tense, but your game never stopped. You fell in love with DID Not Finish on weekends and holidays! At the time of graduation from the senior high school, you entered Yuanqu Middle School with the result of the 90th place in the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.. During the period of Yuanqu Middle School, I expected a lot from you, but I didn’t know much about it, and I didn’t meet the teacher in charge. In high school, you enjoyed basketball and online novels, and of course did not finish the did not finish. At a parent-teacher meeting, I saw the sentence you left me: ” Dad, I will never live up to your expectations, and I will certainly be your pride.”! ‘ Tears filled my eyes at that time, and immediately replied, ” Son, you have long been my pride, and I hope you will continue to work hard with anger and strength.”! Maybe the study task is too serious, or the exam results before the college entrance examination are too ideal, so that you are smug and get carried away on the eve of the college entrance examination. when you go home on the weekend, you should go to the internet bar game to appoint a national fund, and you can’t listen to family’s exhortations. you left the exam the week before you went to the examination room.. At the end of the college entrance examination, you failed to get into one of the ranks. You were enrolled in Donghua Institute of Technology for your negligence in filling in your wish, and your tuition is more than 10,000 yuan per year.. The notice came, and your family advised you to resume your studies. You simply refused to send you to Nanchang Donghua University of Technology on September 8, 2013, and your girlfriend kept calling all the way. I realized that your love time must not be short.. I don’t want to say anything if I study hard. When I leave, I just charge you to follow your own path and know for yourself.! During the winter vacation and summer vacation, students gather, friends play and girlfriends talk. You spend a little more than in school, and you always eat outside.. From time to time, you will continue your designated national fund, that is, you will not review the books related to the school’s major, and even if you bring them occasionally, you will only make a long journey for the books.. In less than three months last winter, you successfully obtained your driver’s license! You have always been a strong and decent person. Of course, you can’t lose your chain when you dress and eat, and you can’t fall behind when you fall in love.. But what dad wants to tell you is that the plaything is dead! Parents can’t accompany you for a lifetime. Games are good, but life may not be good.. Son, you have to be self-reliant and self – reliant, and you have to have excellent survival skills! Life is still a little simple, the ancients said,’ frugal to cultivate virtue, quiet to cultivate one’s morality. ‘ From thrift to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to thrift is difficult, and extravagance is not good for your future. On the eve of the Spring Festival, your nickname on WeChat suddenly changed to ” pig with one abdominal muscle”. Your mother and I were greatly puzzled, perhaps playing with novelty, but it reflects your attitude towards life.. Perhaps it was the family dinner on the second day of the New Year that touched your heart? It’s also the influence of the school environment. After entering the school, your nickname changed to ” hard work”! At first it was Chinese, then it was changed into English, and then it became’ start again’! The prodigal son will not change his money when he returns, and then he will be the choice of the life path of joining the army and taking part in the postgraduate examination.. Son, one’s deceased father grind is absolutely right. Family members and relatives are pleased with your changes and choices. A good man has broken down the city and pulled out the village, showing the momentum of playing games when you were a child. Torre firmly believes that you can make further progress in your studies.! Come on! Son. awei, come on!
In order to hide the front, people made the hilt and scabbard on the tool. As for the writing method, there are differences between the Tibetan front, the inversion front and the shun front. In the article, there are such rhetorical devices as metaphor, personification and exaggeration. In doing things for people, people learned to be implicit. Front, always the sharpest part. The front is the thorn on the rose, the light emitted by the sun, the needle in the cotton, the flame on the match, the ice on the ground, the poison letter of the elephant, the diagonal of the bull, the sound of the wind, the sparkle of the electricity and the loud noise of the thunder.. Front, is the most bare, is also the most eye – catching, is the most dazzling, is also the most memorable, is the most solid, is also the most hurtful. The sword has a front, the sword has a front. Blade, blade, must leave blood or incomplete. The pen has a front. The characters show their bones and muscles under the strokes and give full expression to the strokes. There is a front in the article. What Wen Feng refers to will embody a kind of view, thought or belief. People also have a front. A person’s language, knowledge, ability and so on have cast the person’s front. Front is an indispensable part. If the sword is not sharp, it will become a pile of scrap iron. If the pen is not sharp, the word will appear soft and weak. If there is no front, the article will not know what to say. If a person has no front, he will become a useless mediocre person.. A thing cannot be without showing its front, nor can it show its front everywhere. If the sword is full of sharp points, it will definitely hurt others. If the pen is exposed everywhere, the words will look messy. If the article has too many abilities, it will also make people confused.. And people, if everywhere turneth the edge too much, will attract envy. Yang Xiu’s death and Han Xin’s death were all due to the sharp edges. In order to hide the front, people made hilt and scabbard on the tool. As for the writing method, there are differences between the Tibetan front, the inversion front and the shun front. In the article, there are such rhetorical devices as metaphor, personification and exaggeration. In doing things for people, people learned to be implicit.[ Responsibility Editor: Chloe ]