Between the heavens and the earth, the snow was white, and the heavy snow was flying indiscriminately. Although the wind was chilling, my heart was as warm as a hot cup of coffee, because this time I finally tasted a deep fatherly love. As usual, after getting up, I went to school after washing. When I got out of the door, the cold wind rushed to me. Suddenly, I shuddered: “How cold it is. I hate it.”
Years pale face, quick sand deposited pearls. I do not know how many years have passed, and when youth has snatched youth, the annual rings of life have turned faster and faster. Before I could understand life and death, the cruel death was at a different time, ruthlessly taking away the love of my life. His relatives – grandmother and grandmother. On the day when she first left home for school, tears hurt our eyes. You cry red eyes, rough
Inadvertently, I saw photos of my mother when she was young. The mother on the photo is very beautiful. She bends a wave in the eyebrows, and the black twist hangs down to her chest. The white skin and the small plaid shirt make it even more beautiful. Once, my mother was so young. Does she have the same ambiguity for a better future as I am now? I think it is for sure, but it was once beautiful
The time is like water, and the years are easy to pass. It seems that the water flow will fade away from our memories, but it will never change our longing for our mother. When you return to Yan, you will come to the autumn in spring and your face will grow old. The white hair is like snow. Children grow up every day, but their mothers are aging day by day. ——Inscription Once I was a child, I used to have a habit of writing a diary. Now my journal is full of bookshelves, and my daughter is affected by her family.
I am not a very embarrassed child, in the eyes of parents, in the eyes of others. I always knew the love of my mom and dad, how great and respectable, and no one out of them could replace the love they gave me. It never ended up giving me better but never giving it back. I am not a woodman with no thoughts. I always think of my home and think of it.
1. From childhood, she had a distance with her mother. The mother is not beautiful, gentle, arrogant and fat. And she has inherited these shortcomings of the mother. From the first grade of primary school, she was the most fat girl in the class. The mother was too lazy to give her a tie. She simply cut her black hair into a short doll head. Once she finished her physical education class, she sweated and went to the toilet.
I was born in the eighties. In the 1980s, life was so hard. In order to bring some happiness to our brothers, the father raised a dog and gave it a prestigious name: Tiger. Just after the game was over, Tiger had not yet had a full moon. In order to make it live well, my father specially bought milk powder for him. At that time, I did not remember drinking milk powder. Take care of our brothers
Only the father of this document gave me thanks for the years that have come with me. This incident took place in the winter of 2005. At that time, I was in high school and had to go to the college entrance examination for nearly half a year. There was an incomprehensible tension everywhere on campus. At that time, although I was nervous, But his face is full of confident smiles and there is not much ideological turbulence.
My mother, who is less than one-fifth tall and thin, has a kind face and an always smiling mouth. It is absolutely good for mom to be a word of mouth among relatives, friends, and neighbors—respecting the elderly, being diligent, industrious, kind, and indisputable. My mother is especially filial piety, and the relationship between her and her brothers and sisters is especially harmonious. Her deep affection is always rooted in her heart.
Wei Hao's masterpiece "Who is the Most Lovely Man" was deeply engraved in my mind when I was a child. I know that it is said that volunteer officers and soldiers are the most lovely people in the eyes of the people of the country. Since then, I have been looking for "Who is my sweetest person?" After several decades have passed, I finally found my sweetest person. They made me understand the fundamental truth of life. I'm healthy
I remember that my father used to have a big cigarette! We are fully aware that the dangers of smoking are often persuaded repeatedly, but my father is still indifferent, and I still smoke in the fog! My mother’s attitude was tough. On several occasions, my mother confiscated her father’s cigarette as a baby, and sometimes even lost it to the toilet. However, my father never gave up fighting or quit or squandered. I remember when I was young,
At the family’s Spring Festival for the Year of the Rabbit, I read “Four People Thank You For My Life”: The first one is to thank my mother for teaching me the word “goodness” in my hard-working life. My mother spends her life toiling hard, working hard at the housework, raising children, living in friendly neighborhoods with her neighbors, giving help to anyone who has a big event, watching bicycles in the streets when he is elderly, and contributing to society.
A family, even a poor family member, is a source of spiritual sanctuary and joy, as long as she has a kind, thrifty, optimistic, and tidy woman. The most important product of mother’s contribution to society is your child. In addition to spontaneous love, the mother must learn the art of education. Otherwise, any education reform will be in vain.
It will be the New Year. Since I was born, every day of the Lunar New Year, I couldn’t make it to my grandmother. And my grandmother from the beginning of this year's beginning of the year, it is a full 100 high life! Whenever I think about going to see Grandma, my heart will be warm. Every time I must first carefully make a good makeup, put on new clothes, dress myself up, and then pick up
The father’s birthday is on the 26th of the lunar calendar, which is the same as the birthday of my sister-in-law. That is to say, this Saturday is his 56th birthday. Without exception, how busy I was to go home that day to give the old man the greatest comfort. "In the grace of the merciful father and mother, all men and women are happy and happy. The grace of the fatherly father is as high as the king of the mountain; the grace of the sad mother is like the sea." “ Father is like mountain ”, now I
When are you going back? This is probably the most frequently asked word for everyone to meet during this time. Indeed, one year, in an instant, leaving home, leaving parents, leaving their loved ones, and soon another year. In this year, no matter how you fly, no matter how despondent you are, you must be home for the New Year and be happy to return home! This is not for whom
Bringing her daughter back from school, I asked her to go home and go home. I knew that after half an hour I went to see her again, but she found she was still watching the TV in the living room. Seeing this scene, I began to tease my face and said, "Turn off the TV and go home." The daughter yells at me blankly: "Hey, wait till I do a mom…" I'm curious Q: "You did a mom pre
It's getting closer and closer to the end of the year. It's going to be a new year. I can't go back this year and miss the opportunity to meet you again. It's a pity but it doesn't work. I have to wait another year. During this year, I was in this strange country and I missed each of you, but I'm sorry, every time, at the end you became the last person I missed most, and this year's last diary I think
I haven't been at home for the Spring Festival for more than ten years. I plan to go back to my hometown this spring. Just a parent's wish! Is it my own wish? After all, parents are nearly 70 people. How many years can they have with me? I can't help but feel a little flustered when I think of these things. I am so endlessly working, when will I be able to go home and make my filial son a son! ? Before, I always had a great year
It was late at night, but I didn't sleep at all. The role of that coffee is still stimulating the brain, making my father's photo full of tears, could not help but shed tears. Regarding him, I always wanted to write something. I was unable to write down because of some tangled or inexplicable reasons. Whenever the sun goes down, I always miss the relatives in the distance – homesick. I did not miss my father