“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
14.05.28 (3) Sunny (187) My father and mother I am 60 years old this year and I am still a very fragile man. Although I rarely shed tears, my tears can't stop flowing when I mention my father and mother. Listening to my father telling me that my family’s ancestral homeland was “Lam Tin Community Eighth,” which was a place name passed down by the ancestors, because my grandparents used a pole
After Wen/Yanhe gathered at his younger brother’s home for dinner, we were driven by a group of people on the way home. The last touch of Hongxia slowly faded until it disappeared. The night slowly dimmed and the air conditioner closed the window. Because of the speed of more than one hundred hours, this was a gentle evening breeze, but the wind blew from the windows and skylights. The north wind that came in and became scurry only knocked the eardrum generally. There was no coldness in the wind but it was a bit cool.
My mother went to Mudanjiang for treatment for only two or three days. My father told me to go back and give him blood pressure. On the phone, she said, “I feel dizzy, like blood pressure is high.” The blood pressure of my father has been in the past eighty-nine years. It is the root cause of the fall of cerebral infarction. I remember that the highest time was a high pressure of 210. Not to mention that we were children. Even the doctors were terrified: "Blood pressure is so high.
Wen/Ling Yun's mother-in-law's hand line, wandering through the body clothes, came close and tight, meaning fear of delay. Who knows how to behave and win Sanchun Hui? – Inscriptions Regarding mothers, she always wanted to write some text for her. Every time she picked up a pen, she never knew how to write. When I was a child, my mother worked in the city, and I lived in the country with my grandfather and grandmother. I rarely saw my mother, so the mother was only blurry in her memory.
Wen/Xinrou "Only the mother is good, and the mother's child is like a block of treasure…" — The title lamp is at the beginning of the day, and the night is cold. It is time for the beginning of summer. The northern part of May is still cold and cold. Looking out the window, the lights are dim, the willows are swaying, and I'm at home alone. I'm at my desk with a music collection at my fingertips. Only my mother is good at the first time."
In May, on the eve of summer, it is rainy season, accompanied by the arrival of the rainy season, and there is also a festival. It is a heavy festival. Whenever I mention the word "mother", I always need great courage, because the word "mother" is too heavy. She has heavy love, so I dare not easily go to her holiness. . The word "mother" is even more heavy: Mother's Day.
My old father – to the ordinary and great father of all the world (a) my unadorned father, my father, is a mundane and ordinary peasant, but also an ordinary ordinary workers can not be ordinary, put him In the hurried flow of people, it must be difficult to identify him at first sight, because he is not so bright, but so ordinary. He concentrated all his labor
People call her “mildew”, not plum of plum, but moldy mildew. Unlucky meaning of the mold is rural people. The education level is not high. When she is in her twenties, she marries herself. The man is also a rural person. Well-matched, carpenters make a living, and their lives are not plentiful, but they do not appear to be in jeopardy. The two fall in love, but two years later, they have children and their daughters are born.
At the time of her parents’ first visit, I had never seen many books for child care and devoted myself to the hard work and enjoyment of childbearing. I did not like parenting children so much as they do now. They only read a book, “Discovering Mothers”. Only her husband is a scholar, and he regarded this book as a canon. He often instilled some ideas from the book. So it was known very early on that the mother was the primary safety protector of the child, deeper
With the yellow green flowers in spring, the Ching Ming Festival is coming soon! This year my father left our entire seventeenth anniversary. The father is a very compassionate, profound, and philanthropic person. He is a good father who gives our children endless fatherly love. If he speaks of him, he has endless words and endless thoughts. . . . . . The father was born in a poor family. Only junior high school culture, after the liberation
Wen/Ye-Ye-Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya-Lan-Ya-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan-Ya-Lan. Two months ago, Arran's father-in-law was found to have stomach cancer. During this period of time, she received chemotherapy in the hospital. Her foster mother was paralyzed in the hospital. The disease condition of the dwarf tertility is not optimistic. After two months of treatment, not only has it not improved but it has also worsened.
Fatherly love is a deep love and an indispensable responsibility. Fatherly love did not have thoughtful and warm words. He did not stop whining in his ears. He did not have the gentleness that I spent with day and night. But my father has always given me a mountainous reliance, giving me a moment of peace of mind. Nobody can substitute for the role of whoever is in his life, even if I grow up, even if I have a lover who spends my life, even if I have
What I want to say to you, those sensational words, at the moment of the telephone communication, only became a word, dad. I admit that I did not do well enough to make you worry about me. I was overwhelmed by the anxiety when I couldn’t get in touch. You were full of anger at the immaturity of my mother who was counting in front of my mother. But at the moment of receiving the call, all of them were Convergence gave a shout of laughter. You gave me too much,
At 10 o'clock on the morning of June 17, 2013, a special prisoner’s family came to the Prisoner’s Correctional Institution of Hubei Province: An elderly person nearly seventy years old was wearing a gray coat that couldn’t see the original color and was holding old sheets in one hand. Department of burdens, carrying a stick with a thick branch, covered in dirt. The old man is 67 years old. She told the police of the correctional facility that she has not seen her son for 12 years.
Maternal love is like water, and the father loves Rushan/moving home is a warm harbor. His father is a great mountain. He has straightened the height of my life. My mother is a stream and my selfishness is included. The children were worried about their mother's worries. The father's white hair called me how to repay. Step by step, all the vicissitudes of life, the mother's smile without my side. Whenever I faced a collapse, my father's shoulders held me down. mother
Between two instants, I have entered a year of indecision. Indefinitely it feels like it's not growing. Although he has already refused to grow up physically, he cannot but admit this cruel fact psychologically: People go to middle age – if nothing else, I am already half buried in yellow earth. My parents are alive and I can't say that I am old. But I really feel the passing of life. When the Spring Festival comes home, my mother told me that I
When I was a child, because of my curiosity, my father was our doll. When I was growing up, my father was our enemy because of my rebellion. After I became a family member, my father was an outcast because of her busy life. Father, father, what will I repay you! For a long time, I always wanted to write about my father. Although this desire was strong, it was never written. When I pick up the pen, I suddenly see too many things in my head.
In those years, we grew up; we lacked a thick layer of nephew in our hands that fostered our growth. In those years, we grew up; those parents gave them money, went to those so-called friends, brothers eat foods that maybe parents would not even have eaten, and those years we grew up; we took the inside of the pocket. Money, call those friends, brothers? Go to KIV to sing