The scene of that day, when I was drowsy and lazy, at lonely midnight, like the slow motion in the movie, clearly surfaced in the fall of 1991, when freshmen reported. At 4 o'clock in the morning, my father gently woke me that he was leaving. I am ignorant of climbing up, and other freshmen are sleeping sweetly. What kind of happy and happy dream they should have in mind at the moment! And because of me
Nothing else is free, and a collection of prose is drawn. Open a page, it is a commemoration of his father's article. When one of the fathers is seen as a book, it may take a lifetime for the child to read, and a heart-shrinking sensation immediately stabs. After calculating, my father left me for six years. In these six years, I missed him all the time. I even tried to be able to
There are problems with losing one's mind, washing your face in the morning and forgetting to turn off the tap. The porridge was cooked in a pressure cooker and the porridge became charcoal. The most dangerous time, the pressure cooker exploded and shattered the hood. The news was known to his mother. The mother hurried to the city early in the morning and when she opened the door, she asked: Is it hurt? The mother had only one of his sons and was very fond of childhood. After marrying his wife, the mother always confessed to his wife. He
I received my father's phone before going to sleep at night. He told me that my uncle was not going to work. Let me hurry back to see him for the last time. I was shocked and asked when my uncle had a recurrence of stomach cancer. A few years ago, the uncle had had an operation. When he discovered it early, he removed two-thirds of his stomach and thought it would be okay. Years later suddenly recurred and spread rapidly. I hurried on the next day
If you come back, or if you write a penitent letter, maybe he will change his mind. I said coldly. Without saying a word, she put a paper box next to me and then walked out of the room with her face. I opened the lid and contained a large bundle of letters with a rubber band. I took out the letter and read it. Some of the older letters were written to my father, and some letters in recent years were addressed to me. But
My mother, an ordinary, plain Chinese woman in rural areas, like the vast majority of mothers, devoted herself to her children and to this family. She has no bright appearance and no gorgeous speech. She does not know how much she has done and what she has done. More than we can not repay, more to her bleak! The back is no longer straight! Even company
The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are falling. Tianyin's face was calm and there was a rain just yesterday. At this time, I was walking on the road and I had a feeling of autumn and winter. In the breeze, the yellow-yellow leaves whirl in the arms of the big tree, and the butterfly dances at the end of this season. Intuition told me: Winter is coming soon. I teach in an aristocratic school with a very good environment. The tuition fees paid by children each year are quite similar.
A ruthless misunderstanding, chaotic happiness. When the fate of fate finally opened with the price, it was too late. Accepting her mother-in-law to secure home in his later years, the result has deviated from our original intention. After two years 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. He was the only sustenance of her mother-in-law, and she was raised by a mother-in-law to help him grow up.
From her note, Daxie is not like the person in this family. I remember when I saw him for the first time, he had just been sent home by the asylum, and there was not much difference with Huaizi on the street. Grandmother shouted loudly in the room. He whispered silently like a wounded little animal. On a cold day, there was only a tattered, unlined coat. At the entrance, surrounded by a group of good-looking neighbors, pointing at him
On the eve of the school games, my mother came back from Changzhou and said: The backache was terrible, I couldn’t eat the food, and I couldn’t wear the shoes with my swollen feet. I looked at my mother’s pale face because of the pain and I suddenly felt nervous and didn’t know how to comfort my mother. Do not know how to replace her pain, tears could not stop flowing in my heart due to work, let the mother went to the hospital for a check, and I was worried all morning, not a good class. Noon back
In 1960, the mountains were starved to death and the commune organized more than a dozen production teams and surrounded the two hills. They wanted to kill all the monkeys in this area. For nothing else, they had to be in the stomach. Sporadic wild boars and pigtails could not be solved. The problem was that hungry mountain people turned their gaze to groups of monkeys. The trees on both sides of the mountain were almost completely cut. Eventually more than 1,000 people sieged three groups of monkeys on a small hill.
Twenty-three years ago, a young woman fell into our village and unkempt. When she met people, she giggled and she did not shy away from urinating in public. Therefore, the village's widows often spit on the woman, and some of the daughter-in-law also stepped forward and asked her to roll away. But she just didn't go and still giggled around the village. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He worked in a stone yard and was twisted by the machine and left hand.
He never loved her, but spent a lifetime with her. When he was less than an hour, he was famous for his articles. He was light, and Ma Zhengfei was young. The young man's mind flew to the deepest point of the Nine Dragon Clouds. He had married his wife's room for him. She was ugly and she didn't read much books. She used her eyebrows to be low-eyed. At first glance, he looked like a wooden person. Contrary to his identity and public opinion, he cannot give up on her. Apart from marriage, many are
The unrestrained night street, with its sparse and sweltering rain, defoliated and obstinately drifting behind him, as the dim lights drew up my shadow, and the heavy thoughts could not be dispersed for a long time. This is a poor and lonely night. If my mother's shadow follows me, if she is in a decisive way, she will follow me and follow me, and follow me to dream. Always think that the passage of time will make things oblivious, but after 9 years of the mother’s death
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