There is a kind of love in this world, which is long-lasting and selfless; it is not because of the changing seasons, but because of fame and fortune. – Father love I do not know when I used to call your father, has not changed for so many years. When you were a child, you lived in rural areas. You worked in the county town and you couldn't meet us basically every morning and evening. At that time, the family was not well-off. You have to wait until the evening to go home to eat for lunch.
What love is heavy and deep; what love is, slender and far-reaching. What love is like a spring like Mount Tai; what love is like the sky like the sea. The weather-beaten years left traces of his father's generous and warm palms, and the wounds and rough lines on his hands, as if they were mountains and mountains. Aging, shattering in the fragility of my heart, the spiritual pillar, I hope I will never be grateful
When I was in elementary school, my mother was an omnipotent immortal in my eyes. I couldn't complete the wish that my mother could easily do it for me, so I was dependent on my mother for 120,000, and I would like to share it with her. world. In junior high school, I went to school 20 kilometers away from home. I didn't have to go home for the first week. The kind of heart-wrenching thoughts made me uneasy. Wednesday
You grew up with me, I may accompany you to the old perhaps, you really are not good people. It is not a matter of magnanimity if you hold your hatred. What does not have anything to do but dare to do, completely not scruples. It is always easy to offend someone who is in a grumpy state and cannot sink anything. The people around always say that I am like you. In fact, I'm not willing to like you. Because, I really did not see it, what is this praise. However, such
On the road of life, affection is the most lasting driving force, and selfless help depends on it; on the most lonely road, affection is the most true companionship, allowing the heart to feel warm and comforting; at the most helpless crossroads, affection is a clear signpost, guiding the direction of success. When the first horn of life sounds, the affection is the tears that rippling in the mother's eyes, and it is the laugh that blooms on the father's face. Family affection is the increase of white hair in parents' parents
That year, she was ten years old. When you were nine years old, you and she learned about the tree. Accidentally, you fell from the tree and broke the new dress your mother had just bought for you. You are scared and you cry. At this time, she came over, took off her skirt and replaced it with you. When she got home, she was beaten by her mother and you just silently talked. A few years later, she is fifteen and you ten
Accompanying his father in the ward to celebrate the New Year in the world. When many people took advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to bring their families to visit the mountains and rivers of the motherland or to travel abroad; when thousands of families celebrated the family's reunion and celebrated the New Year, I was in the old town. In a hospital ward, accompanied by a sickly father, spent a happy and happy Chinese New Year. Nearly 85 fathers had chronic lungs more than 10 years ago
Wen: Wang Qianwu was the first year after my mother's death. I went back to the Spring Festival. It has been another four years in a flash. I have been working in a foreign country. There are always reasons for this or other reasons to postpone the desire to return home for the Spring Festival year after year. The usual connection with my father was just on the phone, but my father had no choice but to speak on the phone. This year is determined to put everything
Long Tianyu, thick hometown feeling. When the gathered Sanskrit sang in shallow hum, did the mother's forehead add white hair? Did the father's back squat on his back? To meet for a note, miss the pen, but also the book breeze, but also to book the moon, only this warmth, and send it to the spring of that material. Years of gentle, well-written reunion time. ————The streamlined years, the waves are not alarming,
Father, on the day of my 47th birthday, I sincerely thank you for giving me your life. Let me grow from an innocent little girl to a mature mother, have a happy family, a son who is uplifted, and a husband who knows how to be hot. Father, I thank you very much. You taught me to be a strong person. When I was a child, I witnessed the hardships of hitting iron and saw you grow crops.
I have a special liking for noodles, not because I like to eat noodles, but the taste of this bowl is inexhaustible, it is worth me to memorize with my life. When I was a child, I heard people say "down the restaurant," then smiled and asked my father, "What is the next restaurant?" Dad laughed. "One day, I will take you to eat noodles." "Really? When will I go?" My dad looked at the sweet stilts in the yard.
You just need to open the door for me when I come home every Friday and gently greet the phrase "return". You don't even bother to prepare dinner for me. Just cherish the ordinary companionship you don't need to do. Sitting comfortably on the couch as usual, yelling about what happened recently at home. And this is enough to make me happy and satisfied. – Inscription "Mom, I'm back
Because of love, I learned that the strong Wen/Han Wenjing husband had gone, with his dreams and hopes, leaving the unit that he once had full of ambitions but was unlucky. At the same time, he also left his daughter, who was only one year old and had more than one year's embarrassment, and married this home for less than three years. He embarked on his six-year long study road. Tangled, wronged, sad, confused, confused, sad, these are my bodies
If you know – to the child if you know there is an invisible darkness behind the beige sun, will you continue to lick the warmth if you know that the cat will have sharp claws under the docile appearance? Do not hesitate to stroke it if you know there will be some unknown beasts in the beautiful forest. Will you still stick to it like
Reading Li Bai's quiet night thoughts, cherishing Yu Guangzhong's homesickness, inadvertently, but also the Mid-Autumn Festival, see the Moon and children round. Life is a snap. "People today do not see the ancient moon, and this month was according to ancient times." The eternal is the moon in heaven, and the vicissitudes of life are always the ones in that month. They are similar in age and years of age, and they are different each year. The moon is ruthless and sentimental is us. Unmotivated and thoughtful
 The song of “Homesickness” Shi Murong’s hometown is a Qingyuan flute that always sounded like a hometown on a moon-lit night but it was a vaguely ambiguous, like a wave in the fog. The tree will never grow old. "I have been to the past and willow and willow; I'm thinking and rain and snow." I walked from the Book of Songs, elegant, unrestrained, and pulled the moon, carrying a breeze.
There are many scenery on the journey of life. Each station, every journey, has its own flavor. We must taste one by one, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Life can not give you the worry of the world I will not give you the bitterness of I. We are tired, hurt, hurt, but those are the taste of life, belong to you, belong to me, belong to our most authentic taste. –Inscription(
On the first day after the end of the college entrance examination, in the face of the daughter who was about to enter university life, I and my wife decided that it was necessary to carry out a lively yet humorous life enlightenment lesson for their daughter. The content of this course is to take the daughter to the tree in my orchard and choose a tree that she needs to look after. Her daughter quickly wiped the sunscreen wearing a sunhat and went out with me to the hazy orchard. This fruit
This Friday, before going out, he changed clothes he had just bought, white shoes, white clothes, grey slacks, and put a little gel cream on his long hair, and smiled at me in the mirror. As usual, I bought my mother's favorite pear and went to buy a few bottles of good wine for my dad. I took a simple gift and set foot on the 10 bus. Sitting in the car, also
The heavens are unbearable, the sick are ruthless, and the doctors are helpless. Despite full efforts to heal, the children are rushing to wait, our most beloved father finally left us in the long-awaited call of the family and walked peacefully… Father walked. After that, I suddenly felt that I was not myself. I was speechless and silent. I only had endless grief. In addition to completing the work on schedule, the heads of fathers are full of memories.