has a kind of memory for a long time, a kind of yearning can be long, with the comfort and warmth of the hands of one hand, so that I can not forget my life.
— “I think, I have put you in hiding, hidden in the deep, so the winding, once the bottom of my heart. I think, as long as nothing, as long as the days quietly in the past, so that I won’t be sad, so I try to tell myself that this June, I smile the face of heaven — your life place: I’m fine, and you?
hair white hair, wrinkles, mountain like figure, like yesterday. I know, it is not only a shadow, but a constant love. On the windowsill, dripping raindrops, gently knocking on my heart, can there be no rain again?
, sometimes, it always makes you suffer pains. Some pictures always make you look at life. Some memories always make you warm your whole life. Some parting always make you quiet. In fact, we can’t ask for tomorrow, but tomorrow will come, it may be life.
time, bring everything, and quietly took everything, like the cloud, gently through your head, leaving no trace of the whereabouts of the distant. The cloud is only a molecule of nature, but people are the elves of the red dust. They have flesh and blood, have soul and spirit, and will be higher than any species in nature. There are flowers Wyatt, the flower falls low, we artificially give life pathos label paste. Don’t you know that even the angel who sprinkles to the earth snow can clearly perceive that the moment that lands on the earth is doomed to die, whether it’s holy or aesthetical.
is born, and there is death, there is no eternal matter. Just as there is a gathering, there must be a separation, and this is the law of constant. It is said that fairness is comprehensive and unfair is partial. Who is it, remote control of this distance? Who is, the knot of such a melancholy? Who is it, open such a net? Who is it, creating an atmosphere like this?
sometimes, speechless is the best interpretation in the world. I know, in this world, even the most lonely corner, there must be a ray of sunshine, warm that lonely soul.
walk the poor years, we know enough to eat, wear not warm is how to define, also know it is really a prestigious university, graduated from there, should be strong. From early to late, work for three hundred and sixty-five days, the mice will be midnight or destitute, fight, it is a kind of life!
, the only warm thing is that a large, small, twitter, I can clearly hear each other’s breath, and some unavoidable stink. Now it’s a luxury. Isn’t it? Today, my father did not see his son, mother to see her daughter, a South, one north, one end of the world, a cape, want to see the side, it is not so easy to do, where I can smell each other’s stinky feet taste, where you can hear each other’s snoring sound luxury?
may, the sunrise and sunset, more can inspire some inner feelings. Smiling at the children playing, the children pulled parents calloused hands, looked distressed parents old face, guarding the smoke rises place, see the wind, the water rose water, the cloud is not a simple, happy life? Each year, every year, warmth is still simple, still. Sometimes, you can also think of the wonderful outside world, the bustling of the city, is defeated by this simple happiness, to stop it. Never know, what is the separation, and what is the reunion. Now, the time they try the most true self, want to cry to cry, laugh, meet on the dancing, not to fight. How extravagant oneself, how simple oneself! Now, where to go to find, once happy?
the best day, is that you are busy, he is laughing, the years are good, so warm to the old!
a period of ruthless passage of time, at last in the age that do not know what to leave is what the age, experience no more pain. You can’t bear suffering illness, has always been tall you actually curled into a ball, slumped on the ground, large drops of water droplets from your face down. I take your hand: does it hurt? I help you rub. Young I do not know how you were, you know just the surgery, traditional Chinese medicine every day from the mouth, sometimes in the dead of night wake up, see mother in aoyao to you. His mother saw red eyes, left cheek tears at this time and can’t feel the mother’s mind how the pain. A woman who loses his lover, and after several decades of years, how to walk and walk alone?
sister pulled my hand: little brother, father to go, to go far away, no more see!
ignorant of the age, I know that support the family responsibility, has been transferred to my shoulder. My father once said: man, you should hold up one day, even face the same sky, you need to care for people who care, to shelter your loved ones, and tears with a smile to swallow, quietly licking the blood, to the people you love most, the most warm care. No regrets.
‘s father’s speech is not much, but by his actions we have good education, love, modest and gentle, with their own modest, warm people need to care for, pay at the same time, the harvest of joy. Do not be small and not, do not take evil as a small one.
that time, every family’s life is very short of money, but his father is a group of cadres, take a little more or less can be paid subsidies for home, but a sickly grandparents, many others hard, mother’s maiden is the ingredients, live as can be imagined. Even so, father took out some money or clothes, for families in the poorer, and therefore the mother bicker. However, his father still laugh, a trace of burden for the society to reduce. These little little things, in this time so that materialistic and crossflow times, how many people can face it?
once went to the supply and marketing association with his father, and suddenly noticed that there was a bag on the chair. When he opened it, he had a work permit and a letter of introduction, which contained fifty yuan in it. I asked my father quietly, “would you like to wait for the person who lost his wallet?” Father saw me: children, things are other people, that person lost things do not know how anxious, can not take up for yourself, you know? I look at it with a love of fifty yuan, the mouth water is flowing out. To know, it is a difficult thing to pay five cents to parents at ordinary times. How many five cents is it now!
remember when he was seven or eight years old, an apricot tree in his neighbourhood was filled with apricots in the summer. So, I and a neighbor’s playmates, climbing up the tree, picking and eating. When I was eating the joyful, the playmate was unmindful and fell down from the tree. I was scared, and quickly slipped down and asked my father to see it. My father stared at me: boy, wait for you to calculate the account! So he stooped up his neighbour’s child and ran to the polder. The doctor told his father after the examination, thanks to send timely, otherwise the calf will lose. Father underwritten the drugs, when the child’s parents arrived, the child had been lying in his father’s arms and fell asleep. Father often said, “next to each other, we can give someone a little warmth when they are in trouble. I believe that this kind of warmth will be passed down, so this society is warm. In this case, my father gave me a hard beating, and I was wronged.
another time, the twelfth lunar month near a busy year, farmers, what are a few pocket money, then to the fair to have seldom made, buy a nice clothes, buy some special purchases for the Spring Festival. Several of our children and parents together, excitedly came, just to the street, I saw a bunch of people there who There were many discussions. Home, how lying here? The Father also came to an old man had clawed crowd, foaming at the mouth, should be made a mad. What about the people in his family? The father asked a young man next to the young man, and the young man was far away. The father immediately cried out, “the young man came and helped me carry the old man to the house of health.” After that, the old man’s son thanked his father, and his father just laughed and laughed, “do not thank me, and the young people.” A father is such a person, a high profile, a low profile person.
sometimes, people can win the sky, and sometimes, people can be destroyed by the disease. Because the labor-intensive, father of pulmonary infection disease, and open with a knife. Young father fell in trouble, what heavy work is not dry, the mother had to bear all the burden of caring for the elderly, to take care of his father, and take care of our children, too hard life, heavily exploited the health of parents. Fortunately, my father also has some subsidy to support the expenses of the family and the charge of the elderly. Gradually, his father’s body is getting worse, that is not in the slobber, father’s deathbed, grabbed his mother’s hand: in this life, I owe you too much, you get involved, again next, several children depend on you. The mother broke down in tears: Baby his dad, you can let go, I will!
has no heroic language, but it is the most true love: love, affection!
had more than 20 years, the scene, like yesterday, not visible before the eyes. How deep love is and how true love is, parents annotate the love of ordinary people, sincere and simple. Perhaps, when the words of a match-maker, together love, have been years of a family, although not fierce, glamorous, but who said, forever love, life is not the most romantic love? Who said that the fuel of love, not the city life the warmth of love? With the red, vagabond, fancies of men of letters, is love. Then, the simplest day, the same love.
life, is such a wonderful flower, the heart has love, always live in the world of love, no love in the heart, life is always winter!
said the father was great. It is also said that the father’s love is like a lamp, which illuminates the road. Father’s love is like a ray of sunshine, so that your heart can feel warm even in cold winter, and father’s love is like a clear spring, so that your emotions will be pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years. Love is a mountain, let your mind even under the wind snow and rain is steady; the father, is a sea, let your soul even in the face of good tolerance is still Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles……
some people say that paternal love is selfish. By nature, there is nothing wrong with it. Although the father does not like the sun blazing, but never as fleeting as a meteor, love will follow your limited life, warm companionship, never abandon. At the same time, the father will continue, even in ancient times, the father has been in!
June, golden days, no April rain fly, not in May but in June is a charming and touching, sultry season, gardenia, flowers as a string of bells,.