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.
August 13, 2015, more than 4:00 a.m., my daughter Wang Qian and my family got up early to catch the capital plane?? 30 queue boarding, less than 7:00, our Hainan Airlines civil aviation passenger plane began to take off. After 7.5 hours of long flight, the plane passed through the clouds above Maldives and slowly landed. Overlooking the Maldives islands in the India Ocean from the porthole is like wandering in a vast ocean.
Grandma didn’t go to school, but she was illiterate, but married to her six year old grandfather. Although Grandma had no cultural foundation, she learned the words of the Bible and poetry with perseverance and patience, and learned Mandarin. I remember when I was little, my grandmother often asked me to pronouncing a word in the book and put it on it. Grandma’s notes are wry, young but very straight.
Child, I hope you can feel the world with your own heart, and I hope you can know how to love the world because learning to love the world will soften one’s heart and soften the world in his eyes. To be kind to the world, everything will change along with it. This is also good to yourself. (1) when you fall, don’t cry, rub the pain to the ground, your son is over a year old, go outside.
I am a native southerner. After graduation in 2008, I returned to my hometown to work in the community. The same year I went to work with a young man in Dangshan, Anhui Province, in the north. He is the same as all the conventional love stories in the TV series. From acquaintance to love, we went through the opposition of both parents, tangled, struggled, to accept blessing and become a family. The guy finally rooted for love in my hometown, but my mother-in-law set foot on it.
In the morning, I stood in front of the shoe cabinet to change shoes, you were held by grandpa, muttering, slightly crying, unwilling to let me go. In recent days, you’ve realized that I’m leaving in the morning, so every morning you open your eyes and hold my neck tightly, and whatever you persuade you to do, you’ll hold me tightly and hang your legs in the air with all your strength. this
There was a dark patch outside the window. Last night it rained all night. The rain dripped down the eaves onto the rain shelter and made a quick tick. I was waken up even though the windows were closed. Turn over and look at the sleeping children, the quilt has already slid down, the child’s sleep is a bit too casual. Sighing, I gently squeezed the quilt on the children’s ROEN. It has been in autumn, and the temperature is rising and falling.
At noon on January 14, 2015, you and I walked in the rain to the hemodialysis room of the nearby Liqun Hospital, arm in arm and umbrella. In the afternoon, I went to the hospital to pick you up on time. In the lounge outside the hemodialysis room, I asked with concern: “how do you feel about hemodialysis today?” You said, “today is good, not uncomfortable, blood pressure is also normal.” So we went home on a three wheeled motorcycle. Back home
1. Perhaps it was the father’s profession that decided that his time was allotted to his daughter only a fraction of it. Because he is a writer. From a sensible point of view, I found that father could not stop the hero pen every day. His desk is always full of useless and useless manuscript paper and small cards. Maybe I was young. I don’t know why my father writes so many things every day.
Dear daughter, since you came to the ground, you have become the whole of my life. As you grew older, I grew older, and Dad shared endless joys and sorrows with you. Eventually, one day, my father will leave, I will become the brightest star in the night sky, let my twinkling light illuminate your way, always accompany you, the stars is I see your eyes. The greatest wealth
January 9, 2015 may be the busiest, most difficult and fulfilling day of my retirement in ten years. On the morning of January 7th, the hourly worker Xiao pun called to say that her uncle died suddenly and asked for a few days’ leave to go home to run for mourning. This is a problem. What about dinner? My wife is weak and ill, but I can’t cook, but I can’t cook. The wife said, “these two days will be a simple supper and a lamb pilaf.”
In early October 2014, Wang Qian, the second daughter of CCTV, and Wang Dewei, son-in-law, took advantage of the National Day holiday to visit their relatives in Shanghai and visit the two of us. After discharging from hospital in mid-September, for some unknown reason, my wife was feverish and sweaty almost every day, nausea and vomiting at the table in the morning and evening, and had to lie down on the sofa and eat slowly, forcing herself to order rice and vegetarian dishes.