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
 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.
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
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.
I had seen an advertisement before. It was a public service advertisement for a child to wash my feet for my mother. It gave me a very deep impression. It was only when I was about ten years old and the child seemed only eighty or nine years old. On the screen, her mother is busy with sweat on her face. Her son sees the mother who is struggling on the side. His eyes are filled with concern and worry. So her little son turned and walked into the room
I haven’t been back home for a long time. I can only make an occasional phone call, but I don’t connect it every time. Sometimes it’s unanswered. Sometimes it's downtime. When no one answers, it is often the mother who drops the mobile phone at home. Sometimes the machine stops for a long time without renewing the call. Occasionally, the phone ran through and chatted with the family for a long time. When I asked why I didn’t have a cell phone or the cell phone was down.
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.