At the age of twelve, my father died of illness. The family had less backbone at a time when my grandmother was more than 60 years old. My sister was in junior high school, my younger brother was in elementary school, and the youngest sister was only three years old. In those days, my mother almost cried tears of life. Grandmother endured great grief. What she was most reluctant to see was that she saw her daughter fall into such a state in the old seventy year.
I was four years old when my parents divorced. I vividly remember that my father was crying on the floor with his tears and asked his mother not to leave. His mother continued to pedal his father. I looked at her mother calmly and did not return to the ground. I am very strange now, why I did not chase it out at that time. Until now, my only impression on my mother was that she was thin, her hair was long, and she liked to wear beautiful clothes.
The TV host Yang Lan had an interview with the 1998 Nobel Prize winner and Chinese-American Cui Qi. Cui Qi was born in the rural area of Henan Province. His parents were all peasants who did not know a word. However, his mother was far-sighted. He clenched his teeth to save food, and sent him out of the village when he was 12 years old. This walk resulted in the farewell of Cui Qi and his parents. Later he went to Hong Kong, China, and became the world
I didn't like him much since I remembered it. The unshaven man, affixed, has a kind of painful skin. He kisses me, and every time I use his sleeves to rub the places that are stained by his saliva. Sometimes in his sight, go for a basin of clean water. Then remove the scented child nutrition cream and peep at his face while rubbing it in front of the mirror. I am so small and I already know
When the father gave his son something, the son laughed; when his son gave him something, the father cried. When he was young, his father was educated without culture. He grew up wearing leather shoes and was a city man. The father said that he had come to the city to ask for food in the early years. The dog bite him. He took a dog stick to poke in the dog's mouth and the owner took him wearing leather shoes. In rural Lunan in the 1980s, leather shoes were
I was four years old that year and you were sent to teach in a remote mountain village. When you left, Dad yelled with you fiercely. He said that you would rather go to the remote village to teach the strange children, and do not own your own son. Dad also said that if you must leave, he will divorce you. As a result, you are really gone. Before you left, you hug me and take off the necklace from my neck and put it on. I ask when you go home, you
At dinner at a friend's house, a dish of braised fish, colored and flavoured, just came on the table. Friends have quietly stretched out the chopsticks and caught the fish head in their bowl. On the path back to the light trails, I couldn't help wondering: "I haven't known how you like to eat fish when I have eaten so many meals together?" He replied: "I don't like to eat fish heads." To the big, the fish head has been my mother, she always said
The university takes an elective course. The professor smiled and walked into the classroom. He said to us, "I was commissioned by an agency to do a questionnaire survey and asked the students to help me a favor." At this time, a slight chat in the classroom opened. The class was boring and it was much fun. The questionnaire was sent down. At first glance, there were only two questions. The first question: He loves her very much. Her thin seeds face, curved
The first time we cried in front of the crowd, it was many years later when I was listening to another teacher as a student teacher. At the time, the old teacher was talking about Zhu Ziqing's "Back". Listening and listening, I cried out in an uncontrollable manner, prompting more than 40 students in the class to look at me in astonishment. I remembered my mother. When I remembered, I knew she had a white hair. Mother is not my natural mother
When I was young, I didn't like her because she always beat me. I hungry and ran home from the outside, and I used to shout loudly at my grandmother. I looked for food everywhere. She would walk to me behind her back, raising her hand and making a fierce slap on my ass, shouting: I told you to call her grandma! Fire burning pain. I stared at my ass, tears whirl around. I always wanted to go back to my grandmother's house. several
Sunday’s leadership needs to check and the unit requires overtime. In the morning, I heard my colleagues complain about their loved ones. No one would help her take care of her children. The mother would not go to church every week. Her mother said she would take care of the sick father-in-law. There was no way she would have to bring her 9-year-old to the unit. . Colleagues with tears in their eyes angrily said: Going to church is so important? Why can't you just go less?
Waiting is a kind of regret. Unfortunately, it cannot be remedied. The life that cannot be filled is irretrievable. Because life also has its freshness! First, honor parents can not wait: Some people say, when I am rich, I want to put a lot of stuffed to the father and mother, let the old people sit on the pile of money casually; wait for me to have time, with my parents, travel After completing domestic and overseas travel, let mom and dad have a living
That year, he was 29 years old, graduated from graduate school, and switched to a foreign company, becoming the company's youngest business manager. Unexpectedly, at the time when the wind of business was on the rise, a piece of paper on the diagnosis of "corneal staphyloma" pushed him to the brink of collapse. With the return of his eyesight, his temper became more and more violent and he opened his mouth and became a parent. Doctors appease him, the disease is accessible
When I knew Lexin, she had advanced cancer. She told me that I am an unfortunate person who is about to leave the world, but I am also a lucky person who can predict his own death. “What I think most about now is how to say goodbye to my children.” She is a twin mother. Unfortunately, children do not understand their mother's pains. They are only three years old. So, Lok Hin told them that her mother was
My father had not received any honor for the most part of his life. He had not done anything that was worthy of boasting, nor did he have a wonderful section that made his children proud. From small to large, my brother and sister both intentionally and unconsciously left their fathers cold. Sometimes, we even looked down upon my father. The father's nest was notorious in the village. He is not good at words, be honest, timid, and afraid of difficulties.
Taking advantage of the leisure of the holiday, I went home to meet my old woman. When I returned to my old home where I grew up, I felt very warm! The family was still the place where I lived from childhood. It was just a change of house and facilities. It was a place where the old people had been ups and downs for decades. It was a place full of hope and happiness. It has become difficult for the elderly to give up. local. Feeling good at home! Want to return
That year I went to high school and my family was in hot weather. The house leaked in the rain, but it was originally a poor family and suffered a hailstorm. All the crops in the field were made into disability, which means that one year's income from Chengdu was lost. The father had grayed his hair overnight, not only for his crop, but also for the question of whether or not I would drop out of school. In any case, you can't let it
First, parents are not pro-parents. They are adoptive parents. When she follows them, she is already 6 years old and remembers everything. At the Ching Ming Festival when she was 6 years old, her parents returned to her hometown to give her grandparents tombs and never returned. The bus they took a car accident and their parents were killed. At the age of six, she was still unable to read the suffering of her life, but she was crying for her parents' no longer returning willfulness. 14-year-old brother Dong
Before the woman died, she shouted the name of her daughter over and over again. She is already gazing, and her voice is not even heard by herself. Later, she could not make a sound, her mouth was open, and her tears were raging. The man leaned over and said I knew it and I knew it. He holds the woman's hand and kisses the woman's hand, allowing the hand to slowly cool off and let the woman's life go in a straight line. It is a car accident. A woman is lying in the doctor
1 At the age of sixteen, two major events took place, which made me happy to dance. And still fresh in my memory. First, I was admitted to one of the province's key high schools with honors. I can finally leave Hu Dashu and Liu Meimei and go to the city to read the school that many students dream of and want to step into. Secondly, Liu Meilei has taken away all the hard-earned properties of Hu Dashu in the past eight years.