After the parents divorced, he and his sister followed her mother. The father moved out and left the town with the woman named Liu Xiaomin. The mother often sat at home and was paralyzed. The unit leader reported sick for her. Growing up is not an easy task. At that time, he only hated that he was not growing fast enough. In order to save some money, he went to the far outskirts to fight wild grass and then back into the house. Mother's intermittent spirit
What kind of thoughts went quietly on quiet nights, and then the whole mind was filled with care? What kind of emotion suddenly passed over in an irrelevant moment, let us involuntarily remember? It was his grandfather who caressed our rough palms. It was the grandmother's smile of kindness and indulgence. The face of his daddy's unfamiliar father. The mother’s endless jealousy. He was a brother and sister.
If I learn a slight temper, if I learn a little bit of kindness, if I forgive and appreciate, I must thank my mother. Hu Shi's "My Mother" As a man's life, is his son and father. The son of the first half was the shadow of his father, and the latter half of his father was the shadow of his son. – Jia Pingwa's "On Father and Son" One day, her feathers disappeared.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are a few goose-like snowflakes floating from time to time in the sky. It's time to spend a good amount of time every day. Yeah, I can finally relax and go back to my hometown to spend time with my father. I specially bought my father two bottles of wine. My father loved wine, but I only drank some homemade rice wine for a lifetime. The wine was idyllic. It had nothing to drink but it was my own mouth.
To the telecoms building business hall to pay the telephone bills, the ranks are old, only slowly. Finally I was the second one. In front of me was a gray-haired old woman who looked like she was already over sixty. Please tell me your phone number. The salesperson asked the old woman. The old woman blurted out a phone number. After the salesperson points out on the computer, he asks: Is it Li Min? old
On the weekend of senior year of that year, the mother took the other person's car to the county seat for the first time and brought me a box of nutrient solution. My mother said: I heard people say that this stuff is good for the brain, drink it, and I can be admitted to college. I muttered: so expensive, and borrow money, right? Mother smiled: No! It is a bracelet change. The beautiful silver bracelet was passed from mother to grandmother and was the most precious east of the poor mother.
As long as there are blood relations, there must be a relationship between them. There must also be a kind of emotional affection. People often use blood for water and affection. Indeed, affection is like water, without the need to produce earth-shattering events. It will always exist in our lives, and it will never be separated from water, but it will always be deeper than water. Because there is more affection than water, a bright red affection.
In this world, discrimination is always inevitable. The key is to look after yourself. As his father said: Other people's discrimination is temporary, manly, as long as the hard work, others have, we will have. When I was 16 years old, I was admitted to the best high school in the county. Hearing people said that being admitted to this school is equivalent to one foot entering the university. My father is delighted with everything.
When the child enters kindergarten, the mother will always put him in his arms and say to him: There are many children and toys there. Don't cry. My mother will pick you up early. When the child is in elementary school, the mother will touch his head and say, "It's not a kindergarten, but study hard, listen to the teacher, and fight for a good student." The child went to school and his mother always told him like this: football shouldn’t kick anymore.
Your child is too ignorant! Do you tube! You are my son, don't you pipe me? Do not want me to control, you get out of me! He and his mother quarrel again. He ran out of the house with an angry voice, and he ran farther and farther, and he did not know how long he had gone. He suddenly felt that he was hungry. It just happened to be in front of him. Unfortunately, when he came out, he was too eager to take a coin. Auntie
This is the anger and cry from the Loess Plateau! For his son to go to college, the parents of impoverished parents could be filled with two petrol cans in a few years. The son was squandering his schooling as the only son of the contractor. Finally, one day, the parents who were struggling to find the truth discovered the truth. The son who did not want to repent was actually ruthless and ruthless. People can't help but ask: parents' love and school teaching
I knew she was good to me, but that one hug, I really waited for many years! A 1999 1999, I was a nurse in a hospital, responsible for pharmacy dispensing. I don't hate the job because I don't have to smile warmly at the patients. In fact, I rarely laugh. The weather at the weekend is bad. I thought about it. I picked up the fruit from the unit and went home. When I came to the alley, I saw she was working on it.
When children do something wrong, we always feel that blaming children is a matter of right and wrong. However, when blaming children, if we only rely on temporary motives, we cannot let the children clearly understand exactly where they were wrong. Such accusations are not only useless for children, but also give children many wrong ideas and negative influences. Let's take a look at the example below. The results and motivation, which is more
He is a robber and he has been in prison for a year. No one has ever seen him. Seeing that other prisoners visited the prison every three to five years ago, they sent a variety of delicious food. When he was blind, he wrote to his parents and it was not delicious to think of them. After countless letters fell into the sea, he understood that his parents had abandoned him. Apart from being sad and desperate, he wrote another letter saying that if the parents do not
Everyone in the countryside in the north is a sleeper, and a house with a two-meter-long ridge that spans the width of the house is called a full house. A wall of mud, a few supporting pillars, and then spelled with mud and wheatgrass dried into a dried noodle, became a place where rural people passed off from generation to generation, where they sweated. I Both my brother and I grew up on such bandits. This is not my sister-in-law who also grows on bandits.
I don't like the story of a bitter boy studying. The family is very difficult. When my father died, my siblings were waiting to be nursed. After he graduated from college, he still insisted on studying for graduate students. The mother only sold blood. I thought it was a selfish student. The road to study is long, and the cause of his life is too busy for years. What's more, the time is very bitter and minute and needs to be irrigated with blood from the mother!
Have heard of such a story: A mother asked her 5-year-old son: If the mother went out to play with you, we were thirsty and did not bring water, and your small schoolbag happened to have two apples. What would you do? What? The son thought about it for a moment, and said: I will bite my two apples. One can imagine how disappointed the mother was. She wanted to reprimand her children like other parents.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and showered you. In return, you cried all night. When you were 3 years old, she loved cooking for you, and in return, you threw a dish of her dishes on the floor. When you were 4 years old, she bought colorful pens for you, and in return, you covered the wall with the dining table. When you were 5 years old, she bought you beautiful and expensive clothes, and in return,
After the summer vacation, you must go to the fourth grader Kay, and start to see Sherlock Holmes these days. Everywhere, he can see that he held his book and studied it meticulously. In the corner of the wall, under the shade of trees, and in the corner of a large couch, my little boy entered the mystical world of Sherlock Holmes, whoever passed him. Around him, he was too late to deal with it. However, occasionally he would suddenly call out loud: Mom, mother