At twelve o'clock in the morning, it was August 11th, my birthday, but I was not happy. Because of my birthday, my heart was full of sadness. I remembered the mother who had brought me to this world.
On Saturday, when we arrived at the ancient town of Deqian Beach, I saw the brilliance of the cloth shoes store. It reminded me of the cloth shoes that the two aunts gave me. After I remembered, I wore the cloth shoes that the two aunts gave me. I always like to watch her beside the two aunts. The tiny two aunts keep short hairs that are all ears, and they always smile at us as juniors. What good food at home?
During the Ching Ming Festival, the mother’s wish was that the blue sea face was puffy. The mother with a dull eyes was sitting on the pimple and said nothing. She had been listening to the conversations of our sisters. Mother suddenly asked: "Your big tomb is like?" Sitting next to my mother and sister, looked at each other, and at the same time to meet his mother. The face of a mother is like a sculpture. There is no trace of sadness. Only the old age and sickness are carved in years.
Today's sunny, my mother is still asleep, I like to get up late but got up early. Do you know what I want to do? Tell you, oh, I have to love breakfast, for my mother for so many years to make a small return to my hard work. I first took the cake from my freezer and grabbed the dough from the last time I went to the supermarket, then carefully pulled out two pieces for fear of tearing the dough.
The foolish love portal is still closed to hear the pattering rain. I'm going to go out to do something today and get up at six. It's probably a big wake-up call to my grandma. Her door is open. I slowly moved out of the room and saw that I was dressed neatly and put on a shoulder bag and was ready to go out. She said, “Isn’t I going to school, I’m going to wear clothes, I’ll bring one more one, it’s cold outside,
The deep sky draws a blue and beautiful, cloudless, light green leaves. The grass is green and it is a year in May. In the most sincere greetings given to my mother, I murmured in my heart to my mother in heaven: How are you this year? My daughter thinks of my mother all the time. I want to say to you: If there is a next life, I will not be far away from you and will not be aged in your last years.
After he was born, Yang Yang returned home from the hospital and slept in his own bed. He barely stayed in bed and was very at ease. Just slept in the night and slept on the small bed in the middle of the night. The next morning he completely tuned his head and slept on the foot of the bed. He took a 360-degree turn around the night. In order to have a good-looking head shape, the mother made a rice pillow for Yang Yang. The head shape was a good night's sleep.
Your child, you know, from the moment you are pregnant with you, you are a small naughty person. You are naughty at first and you will not let your mother eat. Sometimes you drink milk and you let your mother spit it out. But even then, we are more patient and careful, and we will lose your little thing for fear of accidents. Slowly you grow up and become more naughty. Sleeping heavily during the day, not every evening
Due to the large number of brothers and sisters at home, the second-year-old married couple was married. The place to marry is not far away. It takes less than half an hour to walk from the grandfather's house. Ergu’s family’s conditions were very bitter. For a long time, they were bringing three children into the adobe house of less than 20 square meters. There are two beds on both sides of the room, and only one place can be turned in the middle. The guests can only sit on the benches.
On the 17th of the lunar month, at 5.30am, my old lady was gone. I have been with her for 28 years. My dad has been with her for 71 years. My mother has been with her for 50 years. How do you place this concern for decades? Grandma always makes me work. “Hurry up and help your mother to do some work. It's so big. The light knows to sleep and do nothing.” When I was very young, my grandmother told me to get up.
Walking through the lunar calendar on September 13th, on the day of Maju, the sister-in-law, my aunt and my sister and I went back home and gave Mom a grave. On the way back, I said, I haven’t been to our house for a long time. I’ll go to our house at noon today, and I’ll quickly agree. After hurrying home, we prepared a few cold dishes and took a bottle of wine and four of us drunk. Drinking and drinking, I remembered the sad youth and hardships
During the Chinese New Year, we must go home and reunite. This concept is deeply rooted in the minds of the Chinese people. Therefore, no matter how busy the work is, how much it is not to traverse the road, whether it is possible to buy a train ticket or not, you are trying your best to get rid of the head, even if it is necessary to withstand the cold, riding a motorcycle, even if it is necessary to shelve the important matters or make a good profit Opportunity, returning home, returning home is a top priority. But there is always one
In ancient times, men were the heavens, so there would be "posts" like emperors and emperors. In modern times, a man is a beam, so it is called a pillar. The image that a man usually gives us is a mountain, a stalwart, an indestructible force, but men also have a weak side, that is, the depth of affection. Not all said that the man had tears but he did not flick, but he did not feel sad. So men are not hard-hearted
My mother is a wound that I have never wanted to mention. Often in the dead of night, quietly taking photos of her mother secretly hurt. How many times had I dreamed of my mother and cried from my dreams, looking at the sleeping wife and children beside me, and gently wiped away the tears from my eyes, and I could only quietly shout "Mom, I miss you" in my heart. The mother has two older sisters and one older brother. The mother’s father passed away when they were very young.
A primary school student got a perfect score for an essay "My Dad". After school, Dad took her in a suit. She told her father about this. After opening the child's composition, the first thing to see was to praise his father for his selflessness. In love, my father only smiled a little. When I saw “But my dad was a liar,” my face suddenly turned from sunny to dark, because the back was written by another dad.
Time flies, flashes, parents grow old, we become children, we grow up, step into society, then, what should we do after we grow up? When we honor our youth, our parents teach us and fight us. Although we hate our parents, when we become them, what we reward them is that it is honorable because honoring is the basis of our children.
The dream is in the distance, and the home is in the distance. When Yin Yueting woke up in the early morning, it was no longer as usual, anxious to wash out, put on a binding professional suit, put a loaf of bread in his mouth, and stepped on his broken heels to squeeze the early subway on the island line. Because it’s new year’s Eve. Last night
The two days my wife told me that the child himself had found a workplace internship. The company was doing animation production in Shenzhen, and the wife asked her if she wanted to think about it. She was full of confidence. In fact, I know that my wife is reluctant to leave her children prematurely to go to other provinces. For many years I have been working overseas. At home, my mother and I only lived together from morning to evening. Today, the child goes out alone
Time can cure everything, but memory never fades. – The flow of inscriptions in the four seasons of the illusion, leaving traces of indelible. The sand in the hourglass dropped rapidly, and as time went by, what was seen was bright red blood on the gear. In 1968 that year, in the streets of Shaw, there was no way of being broken around. A team of "soldiers" came to a quaint yard in front of them.
The author/101 road was very painful when writing this article. The most painful thing in the world is the loss of loved ones. It's like being hammered to the heart by a hammer. It's already full of holes, but it still needs to be as good as ever. Today's Lantern Festival does not know what happened. It seems that it was not as beautiful as it was in previous years. The weather is gloomy, the weather is gray, like a spring rain