A few days ago, I went to grandma’s village and saw the old house of grandma’s house. The old house, in fact, has long since disappeared from the shadow of the house, not even the courtyard walls, leaving only a mess of firewood covered by the wall foundation there. Many tiny jujube trees in the courtyard of the old house were still growing in disorder there. Over the years, the jujube trees did not seem to have grown much, but they tended to increase.
Eleven years ago, I wrote a life essay “Back to the Two People’s World” (in the May 1, 2001 “Xinjiang Radio and Television News”), in which Lao Wang and his wife, in fact, are my wife and I. The trivia written in the article is a true portrayal of the life of the two people before our retirement. After retirement in 2005, two people in the real sense of life were very short lived. In the first two years, he lived in two daughters’ homes.
Every morning, as I walked out of the door, I saw a blue tricycle of “Yang Ji Baozi” parked on the street across the school, while Uncle Yang stood feebly waiting for a customer to take out his wallet to buy it. But the number of customers is so poor that they even prefer to run hundreds of meters to buy them. And when I passed, I bought a few stuffed buns, not second times.
On the morning of March 24, 2012, when I was writing a blog post in my study, my wife called out in the living room, “Wang Longsheng, come here.” I heard the voice and hurried away and asked, “what is it?” She said, “Wang Yinglai phone, do you want to go out to play?” To tell you the truth, my wife was too sick to go far, so she didn’t go out for a long time. She stayed at home all day long and was so depressed that she wanted to go out for a long time.
On the morning of March 23, 2012, more than ten days before Qingming, we made an appointment with our brothers and sisters and drove to the Songhe Cemetery in Jiading to pay tribute to our parents-in-law. The car sped down the suburban highway in the face of the storm, and within an hour it pulled into the new cemetery parking lot.
Why do human beings develop from strong to weak and kill each other? Our ancestors in order to survive and open up wasteland production, the pace of history has never stopped, the quality of human life, science and technology in progress. From the step to the car, from the car to the carriage, then to the car, the train. But what has not changed is the polarization of mankind, poverty and wealth, weakness and strength. Survival and prosperity. Old and new replacement, always new seedlings for old grass, some people will say Qi.
Very want to know, very want to know, 517 dormitory that pot of fire dragon fruit, that lovely three fire dragon fruit is still on the balcony, whether healthy, whether, has borne fruit. Very much, very much, desperate to rush up to visit them. In an instant, it seems that I also learned to “discard”, or, what I have been abandoning. (1) the cactus next to pitaya’s small table, though
She is short, baby face, everyone will think she is very small, she will still be in junior high school. In fact, she has graduated from university soon. She was always naive in our eyes, naively thinking it was a good world and there was no bad person. A few days ago, she talked with her about going home, and her mood was always depressed. She said she seldom went home because she had to sit well every time.
On the morning of January 27, 2012, my second daughter, son-in-law and grandson Doudou, who came back from Beijing to visit their relatives and accompany us for the New Year, are going to visit the Oriental Pearl Radio and TV Tower. Before leaving, my daughter asked if we could go. My wife said, “I am sick, my legs are swollen, I can’t go, you go.” I said, “I have been retired from Xinjiang for several years, and I have never had the opportunity to see the Oriental Pearl.” daughter
While I was watching TV fascinatedly, my little niece suddenly came up to me and said she had found a bug in the yard. I couldn’t help laughing when I saw the little niece’s fuss. “I thought it was a big deal. It was just a bug. It scared you like this.” I ignored my niece and watched TV. But the little niece looked solemnly and said, “uncle, if
More deeply, Chunhua burned in the first place, and the wind in the waning moon was nearer to the night. Whirling and floating shadows, lying flat and withered, the lights turned red, and the disputes could not be seen clearly. Dreamland moves like a movie, like a flood, playing a turbulent life. Half of the book together, the dream is hard to grind, and the window sill looks for me. Bell thought, Xiaoxiang fell red, cause a lot of causes.
Where have you been, father? I haven’t heard from you for a while. Where have you been, father? Several family gatherings have not seen you. Where have you been, father? I recently went to my eldest sister’s house, and you didn’t come out with me. Father, can I only meet you in this dream? The sun rises and sets, and the years alternate. Is it mine
On the afternoon of October 1, 2011, Lao Wang and his wife, accompanied by their son Wang Dewei, were invited to visit Shanghai with their grandson Doudou. Chen Zhirong, our great son-in-law, represented us at the Hongqiao high-speed rail station. We worked with the part-time worker, Xiao pan, to prepare dinner at home to welcome visitors from afar. In August 2005, we visited Lao Wang and his wife’s home in Zaozhuang, Shandong Province, and were warmly received by their families. The mountain
Listening to the “Father” lyrics: “Think of your back, I feel tough, touching your hands, I feel hard, unknowingly your temples exposed white hair, silently add wrinkles to your eyes… “.” My heart was touched from time to time, because it was a portrayal of my old father. The message from his father’s everyday words is that he died in his childhood, and when he was a teenager he went up to the mountains to catch firewood.
Dear Jeva: Today, I went to a parents’meeting to see your letter to your mother. It was really a pleasure. It was so delicate, beautiful and clean. Next I was thinking, “do I dare to open it?” Because every letter you send your mother to tears! You are so sensible and clever. I was afraid to read your letter and tears were discovered, because your parents are next to your classmates! But I still can’t help it.
You loved to take your finger before the age of five, you loved to take me when I was ten, you loved to look back on the village when you sent me to the church building at the age of 15 or so, your favorite month at the end of that week when you were always waiting at home for the age of 20, your favorite phone conversation was always greeting you every week.
Say arrogantly not to force me to beat you, but never to touch a finger of mine; see me naively and walk away, but I do not know what to do when I disappear. Tired of crying and crying, I beat you, but always patiently coax me. I said I wouldn’t carry you, but I became the first girl on your bicycle. Always denying the memory of childhood, I would like to forget it, but hide it in my heart.
Born in the vast universe, in the light of the world. We must have our own code of conduct, which is “morality”. The so-called morality, the Tao is the road at our feet, is the foundation for us to go far away, without the road we will never be able to move forward, morality is our measure of walking in the world, guide us to the right direction, is to prevent us from falling into the dark abyss of the lifeline. Germany and China
Mom is gone! You just walked away, though walking very serene, but walking very suddenly, I can not accept. These days I have been in deep self-reproach, that night my sister called me to say that my mother is not good to be hospitalized, I thought it would be as before, God will take care of my good mother, in the hospital for a few days infusion anti-inflammatory will be better. I will go to the hospital to have tea cups and towels.