The daughter is twenty years old. During this time, my mind constantly recalled my daughter's bit by bit during these two decades. I thought I would record these memories. It is also a kind of commemoration. As soon as the pen was dropped, the governor lost his pen. Then, let's just follow the letter. When she was young, her daughter was very different from her peers. She didn't love cartoons, she didn't like to read books, and she didn't play with people. Kindergarten children are enjoying themselves.
Many years ago, my family lived in old tile houses. Because the family was poor and the walls were not painted, when the rainy season approached, the roof leaked rain everywhere, there was no shelter, the roof turned and turned, and how many times the roof was repaired. It feels like home now. The memory my family gave me was always vague, but behind this ambiguity was engraved with the most painful memory. Wall black, imprint
It was rare to have a free time to visit, and early to himself, actually unwittingly walked to the door of the town library. Staying standing there: a slightly irritating breeze rushed through the face of innocence, and the inexplicable replay in my mind was an unforgettable time that had struggling under the sea of Shushanzi. I tasted the turmoil of those years, and took the step that had been unfamiliar: to the library. The huge number of libraries
Thank you, son – son who wrote his son's 20th birthday, today is your 20th birthday. My mother is in this distant “State of the Thousand Islands”, in this pure blue sky and white clouds, accompanied by the whisper of the jasmine fragrance, beat these words and greet your happy birthday! Life can be really fast. Twenty years ago today, your full-hearted cry, pink face, gave her mother a tender face.
In eight years, the most substantial ten-day university graduated for eight years and never enjoyed the enrichment of 10 days in July this year. Feel the taste of home Every morning, you can experience the roots of the leaves, sunrise, the local flavor of the East, the return of the heart is at home; every morning at 5 o'clock, you can hear the mother's footsteps to clean the yard, sound pleasant; to meet the dawn Downhill, facing the rising sun to harvest the fruits of summer – watermelon. One way
We all know that when people come out of their lives, the closest to us is the family. With good family education, we can nurture the good next generation. A family is like a big tree. The old people are the roots. The children are the leaves and the fruits. Therefore, the essence of nourishment is to love the old, respect the old, and honor the elderly. The benevolent loves the person, and the later loves it. Filial piety is the foundation of the Chinese nation’s five thousand years of culture
The 16-year-old daughter is a slim, youthful and beautiful girl. 16 years old is the most beautiful time in life. Whenever I touch your warm hands and kiss your face with ruddy skin, there are always some inexplicable movements in my heart. If I have all kinds of attachments to life, then you are the continuation of my life. You are God's precious gift to me.
In my drawer, a handkerchief was neatly stacked. The handkerchief does not seem to have had the brilliant luster of the year, but only the vicissitudes of life. This piece of handkerchief was used by my mother to pay me for school fees. I have been studying junior high school, high school, and current university. Whenever I open the drawer to find something, I will inadvertently look at this handkerchief.
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Sight [Text: Xiang Dong] Mom, how are you? At two o'clock in the morning yesterday, we got up. At half past two, we arrived at Warburg and reintroduced the mountain. When I returned to Tang Town, it was four in the morning. They go too early. I go home and rest until 7:00. You must know that I am exhausted. I listened to the old people and said, What did we do before the burning of May 7, you know, I wish, I believe them Say
The tree wants to keep quiet and the wind is blowing. I have seen a video that tells a story that silences me for a long time… An old man said in the story, “Sisters and brothers who read a very high academic qualification, when they worked outside the home for more than a year did not go home Yes, siblings returned home. He never dreamed of coming back home. What he saw was what they were very surprised about. He found him.
When Dawn had not yet awakened the sleeping earth, the weary sun was still lazy and squeamishly hiding in the bleary eyes behind the dark clouds, and it seemed to see the familiar back figure that was his father’s thick and plain backbone. /// The warm sun has not yet completely dispelled the coldness of the end of the winter. When the wind, rain and snow of the years are still wandering around the fences of the bridges of dreams, it seems that they are floating deep and firmly.
The original/Shangshan Ruoyu is about to travel, thinking that the Ching Ming is coming. If you are afraid to go back, you must go to the graveyard first to see it… When another year is clear, the relatives who have gone so far seem to be far away, I suddenly When I was afraid of it, I was afraid that the time would be blurred, especially the memory that my mother had solidified in my heart. So I quickly picked up any other troubles and sadness, went to the cemetery, and was still some time away from Ching Ming,
The person who loves me most in the world, went to – Mom, this is not a mother of words written to you. It is just the beginning of happiness. You will tell me that heaven is a beautiful mother. Today is the full moon of the baby. A few days ago, Dad helped you buy new clothes. You said, let the baby see the most beautiful grandmother. But how could you not trust the mother, so cruelly and suddenly left me and left the baby alone?
Late at night, the lights of the ten thousand families were extinguished, and the feeling of extinction could not be lost. The wind rose, and the evening breeze allowed many thoughts. Quiet night, small window, the night is yellow, little silver. The keyboard sound is particularly crisp, with the fingers, recalling a life course! Life is likened to a song, singing rhythm and melody with a singer's loud voice; life is like a road, different people extend their lives
Once, I chatted with several friends. Talking about it, a friend told us about a period of his own personal experience. The words also need to be said from the night three years ago… On that day, my father came back late and also drank. In my memory, my father had never come back so late and was still unconscious. It was absolutely impossible in my mind.
Not long ago, I came home from work and found that the district had come to an old lady who sold eggs. For the first time, I didn't think of her again and rushed home as usual. After working for a day, I stood on the balcony and looked at the place not far from the community at a glance. The workers who were building the new community were still working hard. They had to work until late every day to finish the work. When I pull back my perspective
“Mom! I will not come on the Dragon Boat Festival. The company will let you leave for three days. You will put a bow on the gray arc and stamp your taxes.” 趺 旒侔 趺 旒侔 旒侔 旒侔 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 趺 兀 兀 兀 兀 兀 兀 兀 艚 艚 艚 艚 艚 艚 艚 艚 艚 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔 拔. Besides, I’m very tired when I get home. I live at home at most
Daddy, don't cry and listen to Mom. When she was born, Daddy was very fierce. It was like a baby who had just given birth, but he was like him. Later, Mom did not tell her that she did not ask. She always felt that Dad was an upright man, a hero of hers, and even if it was tears, it should be a happy little flower blooming. She was very young since childhood