I don't know if this world really has another world. It is an illusion but it is full of questions. Grandfather (I'm more accustomed to calling his grandfather) walked 168 days. I don't know if he really is gone, or as they say, went to another world. Just think he never left. I was brought up with him and my grandmother. There is nothing in my memory except for them. Grandpa is sick walking
The glass path is near Ching Ming. The eldest son wants to drive his family to experience the thrills of climbing the glass path along Mongolsan Mountain in Yongcheng. After seeing others trembling, walking on thin ice and even scaring wet trousers and walking through the imaginative videos on the glass path, the family is eager to challenge themselves and hang themselves on the unobstructed glass path. Whether it will be so unbearable
Tonight Author: quote Jianli tonight you came to me this summer, watched the drama suddenly went extinct dinosaurs good you still want you to go to bed listening to the English version, I do not envy you seriously think and explore and I lack a Spirit, me and you, tonight, each is safe. I listen to the song and watch it. Imagine if you paint a pen and how it works.
The father of the colleague suddenly died. The old man, who was already very healthy, had sudden brain hemorrhage. Before he died, he could not speak with his children. When we went, the already weak colleagues cried into tears. And we can only silently accompany tears, and in the face of the pain of losing a loved one, the comfort of others cannot play any role, because heartache can only be understood by oneself.
The Chinese New Year once a year, from the year of the first year of Hope to the end of the year, this is an important moment of the year. The wanderer feels like an arrow, feels the taste of the year, and remembers that his parents always love to drink a bottle of wine. He always says that he is a “wine of the heart”. . When we were young, we often chased our parents for money, and when we grew up and left home, we were always looking forward to returning money to our parents. You grew up with me and I stay with you.
Outside the sun is just right, the breeze is not dry, I am lazy to take a relaxed pace, walk in the park on the road, everything is so relaxed and beautiful. With a cheerful song, like a schoolboy who has dropped out of school, he jumps and dances. Suddenly I saw not far away, a young couple laughing and joking, riding a bicycle. That's right, it's a bike. A small bicycle is full
I remember writing to her daughter Wang Ying last time. She asked her to send her boyfriend's university diploma, a copy of a work permit, and a personal resume. How have you not sent it yet? I really do not worry. The daughter is kind, loyal, loves to face, may be embarrassed to open it? Thanks to the eagerness of a loving woman, I could not help but give a call to the advertising office of the East China Branch of the People’s Daily, her boyfriend’s work unit: “Hey, you are the Advertising Department.
So sleepy, baby. Remember to undress yourself and go to bed. I want to sleep. Did not expect to fall asleep on the middle of the night to find the baby shut himself off to sleep. Quiet enough not to bother me. I missed my duty as an independent baby. I knew I was secretly guilty and surprised. I opened my eyes and opened my eyes. I began to feel that time was not enough. If I had 36 hours a day, I would be fine.
(14) When her daughter went on a business trip back to Xinjiang one evening, the neighbor upstairs asked us to go to his home to watch the video and read it while introducing: “This is the Guangzhou Kailai company to carry out MLM activities in Xinjiang. As long as you pay 800 yuan, you can get a set. Cosmetics and health products. If you develop three people in one month to be an uploader, the company will give you a very valuable reward each month." Back home, Lotus Xiang said to me: "Do not participate in
Miss my mother Author: Xu Dongfeng mother died twenty-three years, and for 23 years I fear the New Year. I am afraid of the scene of family life. I am afraid of the joy of returning home with my wife and my son. I miss my mother and my mother far away from the sky. Did you hear the son's call? The mother was with her grandfather and settled down from the city. Village's. In the 1960s, due to three years of natural disasters, the government
After finishing the purchase, the eldest daughter, Wang Ying, came to the phone and said that she had met a boyfriend named Chen Zhirong, an undergraduate graduate of the Fudan University’s Wenbo College, and worked in the advertising department of the People’s Daily East China Branch. Both of them possessed temperament, personality, and hobbies. They fell in love at first sight. The parents of the boyfriend are all textile mill workers, there is also a younger brother in the construction company
Unforgettable New Year's Day in 1978. When I took the college entrance examination acceptance notice to my mother, I saw the most tears my mother had flowed out of my life. I also saw the first time my father smiled at me. I was born in a hut in the countryside. The first words I ever saw in my life were the old newspapers that my mother used to cut the shoes. My family is not literate. According to the identification of rural people
When he was nine years old, he had to leave his familiar home and remarry with his mother to a reorganization family. He also had two more family members, and the serious stepfather, Wei Sheng, was 6 years older than her, Wei Yi. In this family, he did not feel the feeling of being cared. When the stepfather crashed his leg when he was young, it was not very convenient to walk up, not to mention work, and he could only do some work at home.
Compared to the stepfather, my sister is even more beautiful. In front of her stepfather and mother, she is a well-behaved little girl who can cook, cook, wash dishes and do everything. When her mother came home to work, her sister would brew a good tea and head to her mother and sweetly say, "Mother, please drink tea." Before the stepfather sleeps at night, her sister will help the stepfather to massage his leg. Her technique is very good and can always help
In late September 1992, I and Lin Xiang returned to Shanghai to visit relatives. After her daughter Wang Ying graduated from secondary school, she was assigned to work in an auto parts factory in Shanghai. Once on the evening shift, I hadn’t returned home until midnight. I do not trust, quietly went downstairs to the station to meet her. After waiting for more than half an hour, her daughter came down from a bus. “Dad, did you still come to pick me up so late?” The daughter was shocked and happy. She took my arm and walked. “
On the way to and from work, she can often see women of nearly sixty years old, holding her about thirty sons. The woman always frowned and looked sad. The son was sluggish, slow and stiff, and was slowly pulled by the woman. In the past few years, although I lived in a community, I had never spoken to them and I had never seen her talk to anyone in the community. Often encountered they are in the market
This year's Ching Ming, the node at 4:12 am on April 5, many people are reluctant to go to the grave as early as dark, coupled with online weather forecasts will be raining on the 4th afternoon, a substantial cooling. So, anyway, you have to go to the grave before the rain. In the afternoon at school, it was almost 4 o'clock. When I returned to my hometown, my elder brother was ready for money and incense wax, and his mother was also busy cooking food in the kitchen:
Nearly 80-year-old aunt came to my house yesterday. Said to be uncomfortable with the stomach, and came with her grandson. He wanted to go to the hospital for examination and inspection and took a look at me by the way. On the phone, Xiao Zizhong, who is two years old, said that my grandmother came and brought you something. You came to play. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening. The child was already asleep for a while. I said that I will be leaving tomorrow morning. The next day the child was sent back
Since the father left, in memory, the Ching Ming Festival will always rain. Recently sunny days, many people wear short-sleeved shirts and think that there will be no rain. The night before, suddenly the winds began to blow, and then began to plunge. I listened to the sound of raindrops dripping on a waterproof rain cover outside the window, and my thoughts began to drift farther, as far as I had approached the grave. The next morning, we