I now love to go home. When I have time, I go back to my mother to wash my hair, help her to make a meal, and stay with her on the balcony. Although she can no longer speak, but I can understand her eyes. It was different from the look she had seen me before. This year, my home, my personal life has undergone tremendous changes, and is the most dramatic year in my 30 years of life.
Maybe you would say that I don't love you enough, but I believe that one day you will understand that I love you very much, but the love I have given you has been so quiet, so unobtrusive. – Inscription One day you suddenly told me that the beautiful female class in your class is more beautiful today. I asked why, you say, because she wore a beautiful wig, a wave-like, pinkish-yellow one. I know
You saw that he was not worthy of your daughter and sent him away from the cemetery the other day, and you pointed at a man who was walking near the city with a flirtatious woman: The man… I took you into the rent Car, I said: You look bad, what people indiscriminately? You gave me two eyes, sighed and said: Yes, ah, with pair of glasses. Actually, I knew that he had other women, but I was not willing to
Boys are children of single-parent families and have been dependent on their mother since childhood. After graduating from elementary school to high school, he grew up with his mother’s meticulous care. He is also very hard-working and has always been at the top of his studies. The mother loved him even more and never let him do housework. In order to provide her son with school education, she has done several jobs and worked hard to earn money. The son looked in his heart and secretly vowed that if he grows up, he will learn and he must be able to
I clearly remember that before I was 9 years old, my dad and my mother saw me as the bright pearl, and my life was no better than good and full of joy. But since my mother and my father visited a hospital in Wuhan, my life was worse than before. It was in the evening when my cold eyes came back to my parents. To be honest, in my young heart, my favorite is my mother. Each
When I met him that year, I was 19 and he was 49. My name is An Xiaodong. His name is Jin Xiaolin. I and he are a couple. During the summer vacation of that year, I returned home on a holiday and there was a man in the house for no reason at all. I felt awkward and inconvenient to get in and out. I didn't talk to him with a cold face or eat with him at a dinner table. However, at the time of dinner, he would still happily laugh and call me
Dear children, today you bid farewell to me and say that in order to celebrate your birthday with your boyfriend, you have to go back to school in advance and pick him the right gift. I just replied, how can you never remember to buy a birthday gift for your mother? You are angry and say why are other people's mothers never asking for gifts from the children? They hurt their children too late. Which is like you, always
1 Because he hated her mother, he began to hate her the day she came to this world. It was her mother who had destroyed his originally complete and happy home. Even more because of her arrival, he had lost even the home that was no longer complete. The mother hated it even with his father. He even refused to accept his father’s support payments. Since he was 8 years old, he has witnessed how his mother is a beautiful girl.
In the winter of the third year of junior high school, it was very late for me to return home at home. Parents are at home. I asked, what about my father? The mother said that she had been out for several days and had not returned. I was a little upset. After sleeping late at night, I heard the dull cough in the courtyard and my father came back. Father's cotton hat hung white frost, like Santa Claus. When he pushed the door in, he smiled at me
"Mom! Your legs are insane and the car is crowded. Cross the road and look for it. Don't grab time with the car. What's difficult at home, no matter how busy we are, we'll all be back. I'm a bubble of urine." The son who raised up, what are you polite about?” The mother shed her tears. Holding his mother’s hand across the road, I felt grateful in my heart, how distressed, how much love, how many sighs
When her father died, she was 10 years old and her younger brother was 8 years old. Life is like a picture slowly unfolding. It has only just exposed the color of happiness. It has been dampened by the suddenly rainstorm. All the happiness and tranquility have been completely messed up. The gentle and virtuous mother has since become another person. He is arrogant, violent, and will accidentally break a bowl. The mother will also be trained for half an hour. on
After my legs squat, my temper becomes furious. Looking at the goose gazing in the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; listening to Li Gu's sweet song, I would slam my hand and throw it around the wall. The mother quietly escaped and secretly listened to my movements where I could not see. When everything is quiet again, she comes in quietly, red-eyed, watching
this is a true story. This is a very poor family. When his son first went to elementary school, his father died. The two girls helped each other and gently sent away their father with a pile of loess. The mother did not remarry and pulled her son hard. At that time, there was no electricity in the village. His son read a book in the oil lamp every night, wrote a picture, and his mother took the sewing thread and gently and carefully sewed his mother's love into his son's clothes. day
His father kept his money very tight during his life. He could not wait to split a penny into two, but he could go down for a lifetime and his father did not have much money left. Instead, he was burdened with his own body and lay on the sickbed during the middle age. Mother’s life was very light on money and she was often poor and generous. The mother often said that money is a thing outside of the body. Life does not bring it, and death does not bring it. On the contrary, her life is often not short of money. In memory, his father often sells for a litter of pigs.
There was no him in my memory before my age of six. In the memory before 13 years old, his image was completely blurred. He runs for 300 days out of 365 days a year, acting or looking for a play. He occasionally returned home and gave his mother a stack of money, a meal, and then he fell to bed and slept. I do not remember that he had sat down with his mother to speak properly, and he did not remember that he had once sat on his lap
The wife said: "If you cook a little, you wouldn't have a taste. Now if you cook salty, you can't swallow it. How are you?" The mother saw her son come back and delivered the food to Tsui. She glared at him. He took a sip and spit it out immediately. His son said, "I didn't say it, Mom is sick and she can't eat too salty."
I fled from her side. Colleagues in the office pointed to the newspaper and said: This time the world is short of Germans, the old lady has lived in the hospital for a week, relatives and relatives of family members play missing, conscience has fed the dog. Someone said: Maybe it's a lonely old lady without children, or else, so late, so heavy, old lady standing alone on the side of the road? I was restless, staples nailed my hand, telephone
At one glance, I pulled out his flustered look. He was standing in front of the bed, his hands plunging into his trouser pockets for a moment, and he extended again in a moment, his feet moving uncontrollably in its place. This is an 8-person dormitory. Others' sheets are under the mat, except for the sheets that hang down along the bed. I have been a counselor for many years. Experience tells me: There must be a problem under his bed. In our rigorous school, ever since
She hates the whole family. Her status in the home is also paralyzed. She can't get down to the ground – second child. The older sister was more beautiful than her because she wanted her son. The parents insisted that they still be born. As a result, she was still a daughter. Her father was a little annoyed. She had sent people's thoughts and she was stopped by her mother. Later, another brother was born. The younger brother is obviously the most beloved, the father is filial to the son, the idea of being small to her is that all my future property
When her daughter was married, her mother was opposed and the son-in-law had no formal work. She feared that her daughter would suffer in the future. However, the two men were happily together, and the daughter still left. Her mother's opposition was very unconcerned. Just a few days after we got married, my mother still called her. All of them were greetings. Did the boy really love you? Didn't the days go by? The mother wasn't around and she took care of herself. The daughter is just "ah, um," but