In the past few years, most of his wife had been living in Beijing’s little girl’s home. The daughter’s home is located in Chaoyang Road, ten Li Bao, far away from the work unit of daughter and son-in-law, CCTV. In order to let her daughter and son-in-law go home to eat hot meals and hot dishes, his wife insists on buying vegetables and cooking with sickness, and is willing to work hard. Every afternoon, his wife goes to his neighbor’s house for more than two hours.
Author: Yi people lightly dance, if the mother’s love is compared to a comfortable bed in the family, then the father’s love must be the lamp on the bedside. The soft bed can make the child sleep sweet. Warm lights can make children feel more comfortable in their sleep. Most of the fathers are silent in love and deep in the heart. They are used to expressing their love and care for their children by action. In the three word, it is said,
She is the strongest woman I have ever seen. She is my two aunt, although she has gone west at the beginning of the year, but her strength will always be remembered by us. She was a miserable woman with a rough experience. Listen to grandma, my aunt had married five men before she met her. Every married woman was bad for her, so she remarried. But she never gave up pursuing her own happiness, though.
June 16th. Today is the first year of the new calendar you left. Time is really fast, for a year. Yesterday, I was still working 12 hours a day, busy at the wrap up meeting after work and busy after the meeting. Back home is the day Meng Meng, the night can not sleep. You are the one who lives forever in my life. When I mention it, I cannot help but feel sad and choked at the bottom of my eyes.
Many years ago, I read Zhu Ziqing’s “back shadow”, with a very young age. Until the old father, the years in his temples add a pen and a pen of the vicissitudes and white hair, until the father’s back no longer stand up, only to understand the meaning of Zhu Ziqing’s father’s back figure… The father in memory is silent, always busy, occasionally when he is idle, he will not say a word, laugh.
After writing these words, I don’t know what to say. Countless threads of thought, like thousands of insects at the same time, the heart of the whole body is very sad. All grief and depression can not be cried out, unable to speak or shout. Embarrassing life meets awkward things and meets awkward season, so there is an awkward heart. Real pain can only be confined to the heart. No one can share and help.
A letter to my old father, dear father: Hello? Father’s Day is coming soon. I wish my father a happy holiday first. Good health! Whenever father’s Day approaches, my heart is always full of a deep feeling. It makes me warm, firm and progressive. This feeling is like a thick ink, and the Xuan paper is blooming in a faint circle, rendering my endless gratitude.
Chapter one: there are many good people in the world. (01) met with good people. Hao Shoucai just passed away on New Year’s day in 1951. One day, mama asked me to send some clothes for my father. When he came to the office of the father of the south of Chengnan, he was talking to a comrade in the South (at that time, all those who wore grey cloth and the northern accent were honored as “South comrades” or “South cadres”). See me in
I was in Tibet for fifty years – Chapter 1: the good people in the world are many (01) met the good people Hao Shoucai on 1951 New Year’s day, and one day, mama let me go to give my father some laundry. When he came to the office of the father of the south of the city, he was talking to a South – down comrade. At that time, all the people who wore grey cloth and the northern accent were honored as “South comrades” or “south”.
I am always afraid of jokes. I always think of children when I think of them. Although sometimes, this kind of miss and happiness is one-way. She is a young child, she is always on the way to the life she is eager to look forward to, I always look at the back, looking at her once turned and getting smaller and smaller, the fear of the eyes always think: children, go slow
In February 2006, two daughters were pregnant for more than six months, and the abdomen was obviously raised and growing. The old wife, the old lady of the eighth floor, helped to make small cotton padded jacket and small cotton pants. After dinner, the most popular and most concerned topic at home is how to feed children. The residence of the daughter and the son-in-law is from the center of the work unit
Time goes by, drop by drop, slowly and quickly. Sometimes, it slowly makes you almost forget. Sometimes, it quickly lets you out of guard. Inadvertently opened the calendar of the mobile phone, the three words marked below one day are coming into my eyes, so father’s Day is coming soon. Always thanks for father’s day, because father is the most important role in a child’s life.
From the moment the woman was born, it was a joy to the whole family, but the soul did not know what he was going to experience in the world, and her body could only make a cry of sadness and joy. Because of the weak mother, she can only do more work, but this is another way to play with the companions, her tender face, no fatigue and pain. Because of the laziness of the elder brother, she
The first Spring Festival after retirement was spent in Shanghai. The eldest daughter and son-in-law arranged for us to have dinner with our family in a restaurant. On the first day of the lunar new year, I took my wife and eldest daughter in the rain to see their parents and sister-in-law. The elderly parents and Ann Ming’s own automatic kitchen chef up a table of sumptuous meals. The family and the young are all together, so they seldom get together.
“The person who stole the shadow” is a warm and warm novel that awakens the memories of childhood and the inner dream. The fresh and romantic atmosphere and the gentle and touching story are intertwined with each other. There are tears of love, romantic love and friendship, and the most touching is my mother’s love for “me”. After “I” was sent home, my father said he was leaving. “I” thought “I” was not good enough dad.
The world is in front of you, but the one you love is behind you. The first time I heard Jane Eyre’s “look at it again”, I felt sad and stressed. Before going to bed at night, a single cycle, listening to listening unconsciously shed tears. “There were two people sitting in front of them, a bit grizzled on their temples, and they were looking at my back in a daze. A cup of fresh tea, a bowl of hot white
I was reminded of my father’s old house several times when father’s Day was coming. My father’s old house was built by his father when he was underage. The old house condense with his father’s hard work, acumen, joy and happiness, the mottle, the vicissitudes of the old house, the unusual past years, and the emotional stories of several generations, and the father’s most emotionally old house. I’m out of it
My impression of grandma was frozen in the summer of six years ago, and then no more. Grandma is an ordinary rural woman with a fat body and short hair. She loves the housework and has never broken her hands. There was a dirt road in front of grandma’s house. There were houses on both sides of the road, tile houses, a row of front yards, and a row of back walls. The road is very narrow, and the three people are crowded. There was a parasol at the corner of the corner.
Dear mom: Mom, did you get up at five in the morning and start working for a family early? Mom, you don’t have to, brother and I have been away for many years. You should take a rest. Mom, have you chewed up a steamed bun at twelve noon and started to work in the field alone? Mom, don’t do this. It’s bad for your stomach for a long time.
The winter of this year was strangely cold and chilly. It was the coldest winter in Jilin. It was the coldest winter in Jilin in recent years. There was no heavy snow in the south. It was just hot and cold. For such a cold winter, it is also necessary to sell fruits in cold weather to make a living.