Spring rains brought many new things to the world. His wife bought a newly-listed Hu Dou and ate it. After a meal, I swept Hu Duo, which had been picked up on the stove, into the fire and immediately emitted a strong Hu Duan flavor from the fire. I thought about something and said to my wife: “Buy more Hu beans tomorrow, I want to roast Hu Dou.” This morning, the wife came back to buy food and said, “You don’t want to bake
I once asked her her name. She said she did not have a name. The surname is Yuan, ranking ten, and others call her: Lao Shi. She was not well-groomed, her eyes were black, her skin was only 139 centimeters tall and she was only 45 years old before she got married. Chen Bo, who was married to her, is 55 years old. From the day she was bride, she was called Chen Yin. She laughed when others called her.
Yesterday, I went to kindergarten to pick up my son. The son and his classmate Tang Jiaxuan were especially happy and speculative. Until the kindergartens were closed, they came out of the yard. Hard to share. Do not want to separate. After playing at the gate, it is still dark and still does not want to go. My mother and Tang Jiaxuan thought many ways. I can't convince them either. Later, I discussed with both of them: I wrote down Tang Jiaxuan’s mobile phone number.
April in Harbin is still warm. Seemingly disappeared, the snow melted, and the sunshine was over, but when the sun fell into the room, I still felt a little cool. Her daughter came home from school and said that the first sentence was always: "It's so cold, it's freezing me." I always cast a skeptical glance at it because I was not feeling cold when I was wearing pajamas and pajamas at home. One night, I was reading in bed and my daughter
Son, you call me now is the age of Fenghua Zhengmao Yushu, more than 20 years old. Nothing, the family now has your mother, and your grandparents and grandfathers, now say that you have a 27-year-old unaffected aunt, as well as a little girl in elementary school. Yesterday, listening to your mother said that you are almost three months old. I didn't sleep for a long time and I slept yesterday. You still have your dreams. Dad yesterday
Zhang Mingyue, who was only 8 years old and was short and thin, was struggling to hold his father Zhang Xuhe's shoulders with a rough little hand. He leaned back on his toes and dragged down from the bed little by little, his face flushed with red… On the wheelchair, her face was already covered with sweat. This is what the reporter saw when he saw Xiao Mingyue on April 2. This motherless child dropped out of school last year to take care of his dad and year.
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
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.”
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.
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
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.