When I was 3 years old, my father had a serious illness and died soon after. That year, my brother was two years old and my mother never remarried. At the age of six, my mother sent me and my brother to primary school. From then on, I was inseparable from him. Junior high school and high school are always in a grade and a class. We always encourage each other and make progress together. In the summer of 1994, the family received two college admissions at the same time
It turns out that only the mother's warm embrace is the hope of my life. All the rebellion and rebellion just hope he can pay more attention to me, love me, and love me. I came to this world to love this person. He still remembers that once he quarreled with his mother, he hid in a small room and hidden on one side, listening to his mother yelling out in anxiously.
For mothers, I have written too much. Maybe I write every day. I write daily and I can't finish my entire life. But my father, I have always wanted to write but I dare not write it. Maybe it's because of his love for me that it's not easy to talk about it. When I did not return home on May 1, he called to ask about my situation. He said that the uncle beat his son and played fiercely. Finally, the cousin did not go to school and he vowed not to attend.
After receiving the first month’s wages, I couldn’t wait to get to my hometown in the countryside and push my brother’s door open. The first sentence was: Brother, I received my salary. After that, give this month's wages to Big Brother. Big brother trembling, took the new banknotes, counted, said to me: good brother, you finally adult. There is a good news. After that, hand me the money. I said: Brother, these
Hibiscus had an unhappy childhood. When Hibiscus was a child, Dad left the house inexplicably; there was no news since then, like disappearing from the world in no time. Hibiscus remembers that during her father’s time of leaving, her mother washed her face in tears every day; her family came and went to many creditors, and they all had only one face and face, asking for money. The house was closed by the court and never again in the bank
Disasters happen instantaneously. The lamp of Liu Yi, a villager in Wuluowu Village, Weicun Town, Qingyuan County, Hebei Province, was broken. He climbed the ladder to repair the electric light, and the ladder accidentally fell. Liu Yi fell and died. In rural areas, a man at home is nearly dead, but disaster does not want to spare the family. A year later, his mother died of leukemia. Only three daughters and one disabled
At the age of 10, I became orphaned. In 1991, I was born in a small farm in Wyoming, USA. When I was a child, my father told me that my mother was a bad woman. After I had been born a year later, she left her husband and left home. She was a traitor to our father and daughter. Wyoming is located in the Midwest Mountains, where the land is poor and life is hard. My father is an ascetic person and his character
In the autumn, a season of hope and good harvest, but it gives people a taste of sadness, is it because, this perfect deep autumn provoked? It seems that the dead leaves that are fair to give this autumn's desolate color and smell are trampled underfoot. People always forget that the leaves once gave the fruit the moisture. I hope you don’t forget this kind of autumn with some coolness
When I was 6 years old, my mother died. I remember clearly that before my mother died, there was a tear in her eyes. The tears were shaking and shimmering in Qiuyang. They were full of care for my dumb father. After the mother left, the burden of life fell on the mute father's shoulders. My father does bean curd every day to maintain the life of our father and son. Every night late at night, in dim light, my father pushed hard
There is such a well-dressed man, he bought a pair of trousers specially for attending the gathering of the old classmates the next day, but who knows when he went to try it on, he found that the trousers were 1 inch long. It was late and the shop had already closed. It was impossible to replace the trousers. However, tomorrow's party must wear it again. In desperation, the man asked his mother to help her change her trousers by an inch.
When I first met Liangzi, he was 12 years old and I was 9 years old. He went to the fourth grade and I went to the second grade. His entire body was taller than me, and it was extremely uncomfortable to look dirty. Liangzi Ge shouted at my sister. I did not call his brother. I called his name Li Guoliang or simply called him. In my heart, he was just a homeless person in my family. My father
The second sister is very special in our family. She was the person of our family, but she only stayed at home for 6 years. Six years later, she was led by her uncle and became the daughter of others. The uncle had infertility. He told his father that he wanted one of his children. The father and mother discussed it and agreed. 4 children, big brother, second sister, me and younger brother, two girls and two boys, parents certainly consider one
I only went to the sister's husband's home twice, once when she got married and once when she gave birth. Twenty-five years ago, I used her as a representative of her family to meet her sister. Before I got on the bus, my mother scolded me and I had to remember to steal a wine glass when I had dinner. It was said that this was a blessing. I greedily, see the little blue and white porcelain baubles, made up a pair of strange and lovely, and stole two, but my heart was gone: people packed up
His father accidentally broke his ribs and was hospitalized. He was very busy with these days and he was in a bad mood. Seeing the pain of his father, my heart is as uncomfortable as a knife, and I hope I can help him share some of the pain. When his father was healthy, he seldom had time to accompany him, and he rarely had a chance to look carefully at the white hair and criss-cross wrinkles his forehead had produced. This
In the third year of marriage, the gentleman discussed with me to bring her mother-in-law from the country to her old age. When my husband was very young, my father passed away. It was her mother who brought him up to help him finish college. I said good again and again, and immediately set a room facing the south to the mother-in-law, so that I can enjoy the sun, my flowers and plants. The gentleman stood in a sunny room and did not say a word. Suddenly raised me in the room,
Happy are the families of the government of parents is the reign of affection, and of the children the submission to love. The happy family, parents are dependent on love, and the children are obedient adults because of their love for their parents. A placid parent makes a placid home. Peaceful parents create a warm home.
The love of parents should be like this: It can inspire children to care about the world around them and all that people create, and stimulates his enthusiasm for serving the people. The mother's peace and happiness depend on her children. Mother's happiness requires children and children to create. The greatest joy of being a father is that in his lifetime, he can inspire and educate his children on the path they have traveled.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Who knows how to behave and win Sanchun Hui? The glory and pride of the world come from the mother. Golgi motherly love is a huge flame. Romans have the most beautiful voice in the world. It is the call of the mother. Dante will forget his family on the day of his death, and his forbearance will be forgotten. Records of the Historian Sima Yi
Twenty years ago in the spring, Dad, a stray cat like a black thin girl wandered into your arms, that is to say you had a daughter this day. Dad, you must be a bit disappointed when you pick up this ugly daughter? That year you were 36 years old, and you would have thought that you could add another little son to slap your slap. However, you were miscalculated. It wasn't that you had a son or a daughter when you were. That spring
One day, I went to study together with my classmates. He kept sending text messages to friends and was very happy with them. Suddenly he said that your father has a cell phone and you send him a text message. So I thought for a moment and wrote awkwardly on my friend’s cell phone: Dad, I missed you. At the end of my life, my dad far from home called me. I hurried to answer, and my father’s voice was not as severe as it used to be.