In the middle of the night, in my sleep, I felt someone called me, thought it was in a dream, but the call was getting louder and louder. I woke up. It was the mother’s voice. I asked, “what?” “How much is 6G?” “Ah?” I thought I was mistaken. I saw the lights in the living room lit up. Seeing dad’s figure, he got up and walked out and asked again, “why?” “I have a tummy,”
Daughter Wen / Zhuge Yu, I have a daughter, one and a half years old. Friends said, to peel the skin, some of the creepy. The development of things is unprepared. One big thing in life is another. I don’t know how to go. Marriage, birth, housing, father died, I thought it would be easy for a while, the mother-in-law suddenly became seriously ill, disrupting all the plans. Caring for her daughter has become an urgent need at home.
Because of a notarization, I learned from a pile of information that my father’s birthday was sad and regretful. I don’t know what to say. When I was in Wuhan, I heard my uncle say this: “your family is a real scholarly family.” Grandma’s home is a private school, the beautiful grandmother looked at the grandfather in her home, secretly watching from the door to the direct and bold pursuit and set himself for life.
Sunrise and sunset are the dreams of everyone’s inner life. It seems that people dream of eternal change. However, at some people, at certain times and on specific occasions, this is the most basic requirement for life. When I was a child, I once envied those little friends who were spoiled by their parents. They never worked from morning to night.
At the beginning of June 2007, the surgeon at the Central Hospital of Nanhui District, Pudong, called on the telephone, said that the mother had made a heart attack, and was very serious. It was very dangerous. The heartbeat of the heart was only 30 times a minute. It must be hospitalized and pacemaker was installed. I was so worried that I could not wait to fly to my mother. At 5:30 in the morning, I got up, hurried to the Nanhui District Central Hospital’s younger brother’s home, and took three on the road.
In late April 2007, my little daughter Wang Qian came home from Beijing with her little grandson, Doug and nanny, and stayed with us in the home of our eldest daughter, Wang Ying. Although Wang Yingjia has 3 bedrooms, he can’t live because he has too many people. Fortunately, his son, Xiao Qin, lived in a community. He was single. He agreed. His wife and two daughters slept at his home in the evening, and three people squeezed a bed. Chen Zhirong, the big son-in-law, every day
The six year old flew down to the bed. He tiptoed to the door, gently pulled the bolt out, carefully covered the door, ran through the patio, groped through the dark lanes, and came to the street. There was no one in the street, and the Yellow streetlight was in the quiet street, a big cat squatting on the roof across the street, yelling at the little fly, as if to question him.
I can’t remember this is what happened in grade school, but now I can think of it every time I eat dumplings. That day, for a few dumplings and sad tears. The habit of home is only two meals a day, ten times more than a grain of corn soup (similar to corn porridge, thicker than porridge), and pasta at four or five p.m. Paste soup rice is not hungry, every time after school is hungry. Remember that is
My father is an accountant. He has never used a computer in his life. Father is the eldest son, under the younger brother, in order to set an example, the father is strict with him. Before he goes to primary school, he calculates abacus, adds, subtract, multiplying and dividing, so that he can play smoothly. When I was young, I often turned up his ebony abacus and played it on the table as a car. Sometimes he wants to climb up a seat, when his father is not allowed, he will take out two.
In late July 2006, ninety elderly father-in-law had just been discharged from Yangpu Central Hospital for several days and was sent to the Department of general surgery of Renji Hospital in Pudong for ward treatment. After consultation, it is said that the common bile duct is blocked. If it is a tumor or a gallstone, it must be extirpated as soon as possible. On the day of surgery, my wife and I started off from their daughter’s home and drove to the hospital, which took 1.5 hours. The old father-in-law’s son
Everyone has their own companions in mind. They are people, things, flowers and others. She lay quietly in her heart, occupying a corner, supporting the brilliant life strongly, regardless of the vicissitudes of the world, or the vicissitudes of life. I haven’t written my mother for a long time. After my father left, I seldom wrote again. It’s been more than two years. My mother has changed a lot over the past two years.
The poet Kitajima once said, “father is a book, without gorgeous words, but has endless truth”. This sentence speaks of the thick and broad love of father. Tomorrow is father’s day. When father’s day comes, I decide to write something about my father. My father was born in 1930, 89 years old this year. His life is a life of sufferings and a hard life. My father was born on the ground.
I don’t know why, as I grow older, I like children more and more. Especially after retirement, they do not have to work and work hard. They are idle at home all day. However, there are different children in the family. Although we need to worry, busy and hard, it also brings endless joy to our old age. In the summer of 2006, when he lived in Shanghai’s eldest daughter’s house, little Wai Suntian
Happy father’s father’s Day! In the winter, my father always took me to the bath pond with me to go to a bath with him, when he always helped me to put on the soap, shut my eyes and clear me when I washed my head, and then put me under my arm with my hand, through the foggy bathroom, and then carried me out of the bathroom. On the chair, wipe me from head to foot with a towel
Hi, dear dad, do you know? Since you left, I am a super materialist who is willing to believe in the “ghost God”, and four apologies to the bass? In May 25th of 016, a sudden phone call, which awakened me from a dream. “Come back, your father is not here?
When I was very young, I was poor at home. Of course, at that time, not only was my family poor, but ninety-nine percent of the village were as poor as my family, which was a special age. The Dragon Boat Festival was in the May of the lunar year. At that time, there was no income from the countryside after the year, so it could not afford to buy zongzi and fragrant rice, and there was no zongzi. I eat zongzi, or I remember eating zongzi, that
It was the past more than 30 years ago, though it has been polished for years, it is still engraved in my heart. In 1983, senior two. “Mom, I want to drop out.” “Drop out? What’s the cause? ” “I don’t go to science. I don’t want to read it.” “Why do you graduate in just over a year? You can’t read without reading. No, you can’t finish it. ” The mother did not fall in voice and picked up a bamboo.
You grow up, I grow old with you. This sentence should be a contract between parents and children, but our father and son have agreed. I said goodbye to my mother that day. I said this, but I could say goodbye to my father, but you could not say that. Today is another year’s father’s day. I accidentally opened my cell phone. The old father’s back, the son of the innocent child,
Always lose something in life, will gradually understand, vegetation has its upsand downs, with its quiet landscape space, and also should bear the weight of the skin. Sometimes I really want to know why the moment we grew up in the wind. Those flowers, those sunsets, those pure clear time, those bright young youth, and sadness, what is through me