Yesterday, several sisters in the group who had children at home said how hard and how hard the children were. Their words suddenly reminded me of those years of hardship. At that time, her mother-in-law was pregnant, her husband was pregnant, and her lover was stationed all year round. One person is pregnant and has a big belly. He has seen the lover. The two girls were born. He was born after the full moon and he left, waiting for him to return.
In the few days after the Chinese New Year in 2017, I left from my sister and sat in a passenger car that didn’t look very comfortable. On the bus, I was thinking about what I was doing this year, thinking that I was asleep. After I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was a successful entrepreneur, and I became a family. My grandmother was also happy to have the grandson she had been looking forward to, but in fact it was not. Wake up and I realized that I was originally
Text | Dongdong traveled to Luoyang for a week. After finishing the afternoon, I decided to return home. Sunset light walks in the outline of the city's buildings. I do not like the excitement of the city and will scare off the sunset. At this time, the wind is light, the fields are quiet, and the setting sun is shy. The bus only goes to town and there are ten miles away from home. I heard someone calling me in the car, the father
When I was eighteen, my father became a fool. I may never have thought that my life would be turned upside down because of this accident. I had always wanted to flee the house. Later, my father was silly. I was free, but I found it impossible to give up everything here. One of my father’s, ah, had worked hard for a long time and didn’t get anything. In the end, it ended up like this one.
Squire is a heavy love. The wanderers who left their homeland silently collected love in their hearts. Working hard in a foreign land, my heart is very lonely, facing the city's steel and concrete, and facing those who can never say anything to my heart, my heart is full of flaws. In loneliness, in front of the moonlight in lotus pond, I think of the smoke in my hometown. I remember my father's granny with wrinkles on my face. I think of the crystal clearness of my hometown.
Yang Lanqi cloth shoes or cold, or the body goes from bad to worse, the timing gradually asymptotic winter, bursts of cold from the soles of the feet straight to the top, I go home to remove the long-sneakers behind the door from the cloth shoes, remove the cobweb, take dust, Wear it on your feet, feel comfortable and warm, and share warm currents throughout the body. Put on shoes, a pile of things in my heart. In the 1970s and 1980s, it was economically backward and material
Text | Dongdong Every morning at 5:30 am, I usually wake up automatically, get up, wash my clothes, sit in front of the balcony, turn on the computer, take a deep breath of morning air and write a essay. Almost this has become a part of my life, so I look at this time in the morning is very important, do not want to be bothered. The day before yesterday was still the same, I was ready to sit down and I was writing the text at the same time and I heard the daughter in the room
I locked my mother and locked her for six months. I locked her white hair and shackles on the fourth floor. She lingered by the balcony, like a half-dried vine, breathing in the sun, wandering in the wind and rain. She, indifferent to the years of care. The most distressed mother, this gray old building is not my home. In this strange place, the mother often speaks alone. Motherly gratitude is lonely and melancholy
There is a kind of memory that can last a long time. There can be a long thought. The comfort and warmth of a palm of my hand can make me forget my life. – Inscription I thought, I have hidden you, hidden in such a deep, so embarrassed, once in my heart. I thought that as long as I didn’t mention it, just let the days pass by quietly so that I wouldn’t be sad, so I tried to tell myself that this June
Help the veteran move. When finishing a bunch of old books, the generals cried on the ground and burst into tears. The general opens a notebook with daily expenses, a sum of money, a breakfast that is clear to one dollar, and a three-dollar lunch. Later, the general manager told me about his past with his father. The home of the general was in a village in the Xuzhou countryside. In his memory, his father
1 After my mother had finished her life, she had a good old age and started her mother but she left. This was my mother, my mother, and I was working hard. When I came back, my mother was dying. This was your unfilial son. 2 The mother cut me when she was born. It's my umbilical cord. This is the tragic mother of my life. When I ascended to heaven, it was my umbilical cord that was emotional. It was the sadness of my life.
I suffer as much as I feel, and I feel tired, so that my children can suffer, I will not eat, and I will not wear them. She will be hard-working, bitter and tiring, unable to finish, life will be ups and downs, children and women, and my heart will be wounded and wounded. Wrapped around, the child has everything in his adult life. His parents are old and young, and he is difficult to walk with his back, tears and noses are not wiped off. He says that raising children is an anti-aging process. Baishan should be filial piety. filial
My homesickness is somewhat like a "stamp," and it is somewhat like an "annual tree," but it is more like my heart. She is born in the eyebrows. I remember when I left home for the first time, people were already like eggplants that had been hit with frost. On the day of leaving, the wife quietly followed me away from the village and gave me a speech. I didn't say a moving voice, and I didn't make a passionate kiss. I just followed and reluctantly followed it.
Your heart is where I go to the end of the world and want to come back. — Inscription years, fade away, leaving vaguely Mo Yang, you are clear as ever. Time is like rain, we are all walking in the rain, find their own umbrella, go forward and go until the wind stops raining, a beautiful tomorrow. Lu Xiaoman, chanting. It is a season of autumn, and it is a season autumn, the autumn is sluggish, the autumn is cold, autumn
In the early morning of this year's Great Summer Day, the mother fell asleep as serene as she fell asleep. Mother's attitude toward life and death is open-minded. During her lifetime, the mother has repeatedly talked with us about her death. She said: I'm 84, earning more than your father for a few years. When people are old, they always have to go to the West. When I die, you don't want to cry. It's best not to let off firecrackers, so neighbors who are noisy will not have peace. Head of mother's death
My mother is 85 years old this year and she has 9 children. Five of them followed their mothers along the way, or when they were children, or when they were adults, they fell into the loess like the wind destroying trees. The biggest blow to mothers is the death of my brother. My brother is an excellent carpenter in our village. On the morning of June 15, 1993, my brother asked a doctor to stamp on the sick mother.
At the age of 18, he was sentenced to six years because of his injuries. From the day he was jailed, no one had ever seen him. The mother kept widowed and raised him hard. He could not think that he had just graduated from high school. Such a thing happened and his mother was hurt. He understands his mother and the mother has reason to hate him. In the winter of his imprisonment, he received a sweater. The sweater was embroidered with a plum blossom on the lower corner of the sweater.
It is timely to live in filial piety. It is a blessing for parents to stay alive. First, the late filial piety When a well-educated college student bid farewell to the elderly parents to go to the city to fight, the oath is: Hey, mother, wait for me, wait for me to have a house, a car, I will take you Your daughter-in-law will take you to the city and take good care of your husband and wife so that you can enjoy the happiness of your old age.
In 1952, in order to rescue the defeat of the Korean War, the "United Nations" troops reinforced a group of soldiers. Wellson was one of them. Under the powerful offensive of the People's Army, the "UN" forces began to withdraw. On the way, Wilson left the big force due to injury. At this moment, he suddenly heard the cries of a few sturdy babies, and he followed him. The cry came from a snow cave. Wellsburn