Dear Mom and Dad: How are you? It has been more than half a month since you said that you do not want to be with you. It must be a lie. When I first came to school, I thought very much about you. There was always a sourness in my heart, and my mind often appeared in your mind. I never thought I was a sentimental person. Since I was a very independent child, I rarely understood the importance of family relationships.
The brilliance is the March of the month. It is the fruit of the name that will be born in the mouth. I don’t know if you will or not. The islanders behind the post-70s have vivid memories of this kind of fruit. At least when I coded words, my chin began to sour and swallowed. People, memories of childhood are deeply ingrained. Memories and memories of things are so clear. In hometown, whether it is muddy or surf
It has been more than 20 years since my father left us. When the time comes to the Ching Ming Festival, my family will go to his father’s grave to worship and give his father’s grave a head to remove the withered weeds. It will add to our father’s memory and comfort. My personal memory of my father comes mainly from the years between my third and seventh years of my childhood, and my memory comes from the oral dictation of my elders. When I was 3 years old
Today, the Qingming, the rain has come. Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, rainwater is always on schedule and this year is no exception. The rain will always affect us with so many thoughts and sorrows. We can't help but think about things and see what happens. The rain is constantly flowing, as if it were time back to a certain moment in a certain year. Memories are always so beautiful, people are happy and linger. "People have joy and sorrow
My mother is a very beautiful woman, decent and generous. She is a gentle, intelligent woman. She said that she had a reason. Her mother was very beautiful when she was young, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, and thin, firm and cold faces. She had a rolling heart. She was old and old. This year 60, she speaks in perfect condition and she is always learning.
In the summer of 1990, her daughters Wang Ying and Wang Qian attended the college entrance examination in Shanghai and Urumqi. Shortly after the end of the college entrance examination, the college entrance examination scores were announced. The second daughter Wang Qian has a higher score and can report to key universities such as Peking University and Tsinghua University. After repeated consideration, it was decided to fill in the TV Engineering Department of Beijing Broadcasting Institute as the first choice. At that time, this was a hot professional, and only one talent was recruited from Xinjiang. It was a rare opportunity.
Father – written in Qingming said it was early spring and it felt like late winter. The climate in the north is like this. If it is not the rapid temperature rise in recent days, no one believes that the Ching Ming Festival has arrived. That is, this season, this time, suddenly found that my father really miss you! In the second year I left my hometown, Dad, you left, and it has been eight years or more. Every year
Gently hugged her mother Ru Xibin’s mother was over 70 years old. The 70-year-old mother was tortured by the pain during this cholecystectomy, and her already very old mother was even more frail. The mother was lying on the bed and it was very difficult to move. That night, after the mother got out of bed, she could not go to bed. At the time, I held my mother so gently that I took the mother to the bed
The Radio and Television Department of the autonomous region has newly built a large number of residential buildings for employees in recent years. The row of old bungalows on Xiangyang slope were all dismantled. Bulldozers and excavators roared all day long. A new building rises from the ground. Roads, forest belts, canteens, bathhouses, boiled water rooms, kindergartens, barbershops, and small shops are all fully furnished.
April 1st, Sunday. Today's spring is thick, the sun is shining, and it is clear and bright. The sky is not like this time of past years, there is no trace of dark clouds. I took my wife and drove back to my hometown to save the grave. All the way without words, went straight to the hometown cemetery. The spring breeze before the Ching Ming, carrying my infinite thoughts, blew over the south bank of the pagoda, crossed the Gobi Desert, and returned to the hometown cemetery. The wind is light and rainy, sparse, and affectionate.
To ● ● ● ● Forget-memories of my grandmother Like a tough seed, no matter where she is buried, she will quietly launch new shoots. Inadvertently, I am like a low hill, even though it stands humblely in the crowd. Among the mountains, they watched day and night like a fleeting year; I was like a drifting cloud, and despite changing various gestures, I was finally lost in the hope of people. However, there is a hometown
Not long after he returned to work on the radio station, the old classmate and old friend Ni Jiujiu who studied at the Party School of the CPC Corps accompanied his former old colleague, the then Communist Youth League Disciplinary Committee Secretary, and later Zhou Shengtao, deputy party secretary of the autonomous region. Lin Xiang fries a few dishes and brings out Ili special music brought from Yili. Radio director Shao Qiang and director of the news department Zhao Jianhua are invited to accompany him for a chat and dinner together. This work was mobilized
The last glimmer of sunset reflected on the ground. I quietly sat in a rocking chair and drank tea, looking back as if I had seen the scene in my childhood. When I was little, my grandmother hurt me the most. She had been through seventy years and she had two little nephews. She still looked so full of energy. Even though the years have accumulated on his grandmother's face, the weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, but she can't complain. Grandmother
It is not clear and it is not a sacrifice day. It's just an ordinary day. If you have to say something different, then that day is Saturday. Because I am just a wandering wanderer, I can only use that limited vacation. One year ago, I left Shenyang a long time ago with anxiety. Why? I do not know, but only to know that I can find a place to live. from
My grandmother was gone. When I heard the helpless voice of the old uncle, tears remained unconsciously. Put down the phone and go back to his shabby room, even if it was a dark room and could not sleep. From the moment I first came to this world, the word “grandmother” even became the first sentence I came to this world. It was my grandmother who took me home from the hospital. It was her parents.
The second daughter Ru Xibin's second daughter was born at noon on the third day of the Lunar New Year. Outside the delivery room was a whirring north wind, and the sky was full of snowflakes. I quickly got her wrapped up in a small blind, for fear that she would freeze. That kind of love in my heart is indifferent. Only think that she is the new branch of the tree of my life that will spring in the spring. I kissed this small life that I first met on earth. At this time the doctor
Father is a person who does not talk, usually does not love to chat with us, his love for children is not as strict as other fathers, he never asked me to meet what standards, even before my high school I don't ask for my grades. Even when I was in high school, I didn’t report on grades. He didn’t ask questions, so I should be glad that I didn’t have the same kind of distribution as my peers.