A few days ago, the kid made a mistake, so he wanted to educate him, and he was turned off by education. Because he was unwilling to eat, but also deliberately upset the bowl, so let him go to the corner of the wall to reflect on their own mistakes, when we have finished eating, clean up the bowls and chopsticks, to his front, asked him to know what was wrong? He said, “I am not hungry now, and I am not feeling well. You can not eat when you are not well.
“Mother” You are the greatest of your mothers in the world The greatest gentleness is the water is tough as spring wind Your heart is only two children on the way home Your husband is off work You are ready for meals, tea and rest You are still the sun of a harmonious family You are the food of family unity You can’t imagine the lack of family, you will lose the sunshine, your husband’s love and dependence.
Qiu Qiu, miss the October, when autumn. In the early autumn of this year, it felt more colder than before. Outside the window, the earth was covered with darkness, and beyond the horizon there was an infinite darkness, and I felt like I was living in the mouth of a giant beast. But the light in the room was shining through the window into the air, and the drizzle was swimming in the light, like a string of tiny silver needles falling from the sky, glittering golden. The window sill is negative
Once there was a story that was wrapped in my mind. I could not forget it or forget it. I envy the child holding my mother’s hand, and the palm of her hand must be as warm as the winter sun; I long to have my mother’s company when I read, and then I will be rooted in my mind forever; I imagine my mother telling me a beautiful story in the dead of night, and I will fall asleep with happiness. But the fact is, these are me.
His wife’s temperature in Wushan, Gansu Province, Chen Zhongjie in the summer of 2018 is a rainstorm season, many local roads in Wushan, Gansu Province were destroyed by mountain torrents, crops were hailstones smashed, terraces continued to slide, many farmers’houses continue to collapse. Rainstorm has become a panic in people’s minds. At half past eight in the evening of June 27th, all of a sudden rain poured down. The wife ran back from the square in front of the credit union.
Filial piety is easy, and the color on the face is good. — reading the Analects of Confucius “politics second”
Confucius had several brilliant expositions of filial piety in his treatise “The Second Policy for the Government.” [The original text is as follows] “Meng Yizi asked for filial piety, and the Confucius said: no violation. Fan Chi car, son told the saying: Meng Sunwen filial piety in me, I said: no violation. Fan Chi said: what is it? Confucius said: “life is to the etiquette”; “death”, “funeral” to the ceremony, the ceremony to the ceremony. Meng Wu Bo asked filial piety. Confucius said: parents only worry about their illness. Children ask for filial piety. Confucius said:
Recently, the roadside persimmon vendors slowly more, holding the mentality of trying to buy a few taste, dry taste, no home persimmon delicious. The solar terms are coming down soon, and the persimmon is ripe. After a detailed calculation, I had not eaten the persimmon in my hometown for more than 10 years. A few years ago, my father sent me a post, but the post office didn’t mail it, and since then he has dismissed this idea.
We can’t keep time, just as we can’t keep someone who doesn’t love us anymore; we can’t go back to the past, just as we can’t go back on our way; the regret in our hearts is as useless as we try our best. When the National Day holidays passed, we felt a bit sorry and some did not want to leave. But time will not give us any chance to do it again, but the most merciless is time.
Life, there are always different stages of soul haunting the place, countless times in the dream back to Hailaer, all said that mother is where, home is where. From the parents’ point of view, the child’s residence is home. The girl had been studying in Hailar for more than two years. On the Eleventh holiday, I couldn’t come back because of make-up, so I packed up and headed for the bus. Listen to the happy songs that are shown on the car, and shake with the melody of the music.
Be kind to yourself. Health Care Series (1) – – leisurely everything, health for the big from today I recommend a book about health care; health care heart classic “all diseases can be heart medicine”. Written by the Chinese Liba people, and with my heart to study this book, I was able to write prose, essays, novels, and other literary forms to study and discuss with interested friends. This is a book to share your life with everyone, including
People are emotional, joy, sorrow, love, hate and sorrow, and no one can live without these emotions, unless it is a vegetable, lost consciousness. Therefore, a person living in the world, in addition to the material life such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, ideals, cultural and artistic spiritual life, but also have a rich and colorful emotional life. Everyone lives in the society, can not be separated from the crowd, and it is difficult to avoid emotions in interpersonal communication.
Feelings of Life Cover 8 – Learn to “give up” and “give up” after more than 30 years, I finally understand a truth; in life and work, in addition to enterprising, harvesting, winning, when appropriate, but also learn to “give up”, “compromise” and “give up” so that you can handle a variety of complex social relations. Only when you are “tired”, can you live comfortably and freely, your physical and mental abilities
My brother has a brown nevus under his left eye. When we were young, he cried on his grandmother’s carved bed for trifles. I used to laugh at his stinginess. But he also smug things like sneaking out to my grandfather to expose my crimes. Sometimes I think about it and feel that there is nothing I can do about him. I want to live in my family, but he does not follow me to sing minor notes. He often shows stubbornness.
Somehow, as I grow older, I like children more and more. The reason why I returned to Beijing for the Spring Festival in the past two years was to be reunited with my wife, daughter and son-in-law, and to be able to play and amuse with my grandson every day. Six or seven-year-old grandson, simple and handsome, had a white face, big bright, clever eyes, and a sweet smile on his angular little mouth. The first sight of this
That year, my son had just reached the full moon, but I stepped resolutely on the train down south. The wheels painted endless beautiful curves on endless rails, rather depressing. Is the mood of people like this cycle of repetition? I don’t know. I have also had the bright sky of my son. The front is a new and unfamiliar world.
The mother-in-law died 10th anniversary years ago. In November 17, 2002, the sister-in-law in Shanghai took their children to the grave before you. I was alone in the frontier, far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, and working in the body, unable to go back, had to write a memorial poem, telegraph to the elderly father-in-law, to express grief. In my message, I wrote, “motherly beauty is the soul and life is a child.” The heart is stained with white hair, and the maternal love is deeper than the sea. Traveller far thousand
My mother, you are so strange and distant to me. The greatest word in the world has been rooted in my heart for more than twenty years, soaked in the bitterness of my growth, but never had a complete and clear image, let alone the opportunity to make a sound. Mama, I am your own flesh and blood in October. Life is long. Unfortunately, we have only ten short months.
In mid-December 2015, he was invited by friends to travel. He accidentally sprained his right ankle. Thanks to the warm help of friends, he was escorted to the hospital. His daughters and grandchildren showed their sincere love and carefully took care of him, so that the foot injury could be treated in time and gradually improved. For this reason, I wrote this jingle to express my gratitude. Friends meet to travel, with group fun. Accidentally sprained, pain is difficult to endure.
On October 8, 2015, the first working day after the National Day holiday, at 5:30 a.m., the alarm clock rang on time. I hurried up, boiled water, washed clothes, hot steamed buns, boiled eggs, and took milk. Six fifteen, ask grandchildren to get up and eat breakfast. At 6:40, we went downstairs together. He went to school by bike. Around 7:30, I went home for breakfast. 8:11, the eldest daughter Wang Ying sent to WeChat: “
On June 27, 2015, my eldest daughter, Wang Ying, sent me to Hongqiao Railway Station to collect tickets from the ticket vending machine with her ID card. This is a ticket booked by her second daughter, Wang Qian, on the Internet. Nowadays, it is very convenient to buy train tickets. Unlike in the past, we had to queue up to buy tickets in advance. The high-speed rail train arrived from Shanghai to Beijing in about 5 hours. The second one arrives at the station.