Father, that is my father, I call him all the same in private, but not in the face of the face, the only time so he was criticized by him as “wanton”, and then I would be respectful and respectful to shout his father, dare not to “work” again. When dad was 60, he left the boy to get married, and then he had more than 10 generation gap with me (3 generation gap), so I got along very hard with dad.
In late May 2009, my wife and I flew to Beijing from Shanghai to see two daughters, son-in-law and little grandson peas. Doudou is over three years old. When she first came, she did not like to talk, nor did she say that she would only call dad, mom, Grandpa, grandma, Grandpa, grandma, aunt. For some time before kindergarten, my wife and I played with him every day. When his wife was free, he taught him to talk, sing nursery rhymes and recite Tang poetry. No time to work
While my parents are still alive, I am still young, while my parents are still alive, I am still young. I hope I will not miss it. As time goes by, parents are getting older and older. Know, parents raised us from childhood, they hit us very small and often said: “you are a small tree, long straight that is a useful pillar, a little crooked, you have to knock, until the knocking right.”
Not long ago, my elder sister called me and said that her hometown was not planted. She asked if she could carry the seedlings so as not to neglect the fields. From my elder sister, I knew that Kim Hai Ge was too old to walk. Speaking of Jin Hai Ge, I think of the old man who is short, fat, dark skin and wrinkled. In terms of age, Kim Hai Ge is bigger than his father, but I can only call him brother because of his family relationship.
Looking at the red section of the world, who dance to this heavens and sigh today, the chic, the mad, the madness, the old city, the chaos of the old city, is too sad and too dim to be from my eight years of network and who miss my loneliness and desolation and eventually become the only chivalrous person who can accompany me By the end of the twilight, whose name can I remember? It’s been eight years.
Ping sister’s home is not far from my home. She is ten years older than me. She is also a girl. So we do not have much contact with each other. But the two families are also familiar with each other, and they usually call out “Ping sister” kindly when they meet at ordinary times. Ping sister is the boss of the family, and there is a younger sister and younger brother. Pingjie is not pretty, but she is very good at learning small classes. She is among the best in primary and junior high schools, but even at the end of 80s.
On the evening of April 4, 2009, two daughters and two son-in-law took their little grandson bean to fly home from Beijing to visit their relatives. The little grandson, who was less than three years old, grew much taller. He was no stranger to us. His mother called him Grandpa and grandma. I gave him a kiss and kissed my face. He kissed him right, kissed him right, and kissed my lips passionately, so that I could laugh heartily.
The most beautiful scenery in the world, the beautiful road is not as warm as the way home. Just like ten thousand beautiful encounters, it is not worth a warm waiting. There is a faint yellow light in the distant hometown, and a few pairs of eyes: the parents’ children are worried about the mother of thousands of miles; the wife’s eyes, and the children’s innocence and innocence. The vast sea of people, some people close, and some people far away, into a lot of your life.
Since the beginning of memory, the war between mother and aunt has never stopped, from rural to urban, from the best to the best. The mother wants to be strong and face saving, and her aunt is smart and loves to take advantage of the petty advantage. The war is between these two women. The love of the second aunt is famous. In 90s, a red sheet was hung on the wall of the wedding banquet in Guanzhong rural area, with a big red on it.
There is such a place that I miss my half life. She has a very nice name, called hometown. It seems very close, only a few heavy dreams, it seems very far away, than the horizon, I can not see you. The children who leave home have the heart of a homesick, or heavy or light, and I deeply miss it. The moonlight shed the white of the ground, trance eyes, I pushed the window open, and the cool breeze swept the face, and looked up.
At the end of December 2008, on the eve of the Spring Festival, my wife and I left Shanghai for the two daughters’ home in Beijing. The peas, less than two years old, are as tall as three or four year olds, healthy, lively, playful and cute. For some reason, he was like the great grandson every day, and he loved cars very much. In a lot of toys, he likes to play cars best. All kinds of
Since the death of my parents, my grandfather has become one of my closest elders in the world. I can’t afford to go home to visit for a few years because of my work. It has always made me feel guilty. Two years ago, on the national day, a few aunts and uncles were planning to celebrate their 85 birthday for Grandpa. At that time, there was just one important project on the unit, so I had to run home secretly. Home
It was a long time ago. It has been heard that there have been many peach trees in Tao Lou Town, but from the time of my memory, the whole peach forest has not been seen; there are many lanterns selling lanterns, and there are still lively lanterns on the eve of the year. There are several good places to go: Martial Arts Street, acrobatic troupe, Nanhai Zen temple, and the best drama theater, the martial arts will immediately secure the world. But because of
A banana fan always brings up an infinite childhood memory. The modern fans and air conditioners have long been the history of the banana fans, and they do not know what they are in the eyes of their children. Palm fan, many places called Pu fan, also called the “Sun fan”. This kind of fan is light and windy and cheap. It has been an indispensable item for Chinese people to enjoy the cool. Speaking of the palm fan, I can’t help thinking of a broken old one.
What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of life? Life, what is it? What is the future? What is this society? Who are the people in the society? What does it mean to me? Every problem is a big problem. After the void of reality, or after the awakening, it is easy to be able to confuse yourself and let yourself step into a dead end. Slowly,
Today is another new Monday. I am in deep thought again. After a morning’s sleep, I gave it to myself for a week. All of a sudden, I felt that I had lost the courage to speak. Perhaps, the environment I am in now is not my “home”. I gradually become silent and learn to shut up. It seems that only in this way can I get a moment’s peace in my own territory.
“Hello, may day not go home? Do you run out of money all day? You see your sister in Kobayashi has grandchildren! You can’t see you again for a day… ” At the end of the phone came a mother’s expectant, complaining, anxious tone. I can only follow, “no, I play with my friends here.” In fact, all around me are strangers. Don’t want to go home! Other also
My mother was born in 50s. Although she grew up in New China, she went through a famine. At that time there was no family planning, and Grandma had nine children. Grandpa is a public man who knows books and gifts, and despite his poor living, his aunts and his elders can learn. But for various reasons, the mother is the only one of their brothers and sisters who has never been to school and has not read a book for a day.
The rich people always enter the bar poor people love to the Internet cafe hugging people hugging her ugly people all the way home for the elegant, always love the dog always love to go out of the habit of drinking, drinking very much miss the feeling of love and friends, the love of poor, poor and lonely love the love guest room but no one in bed in a mess to eat in a mess, and When I was young, I loved fried rice cakes and now I love bean sandbags for a long time.
The spring breeze praises the cherry blossom and the love affair for you to guess the Soviet Union has gone through the incarnation, the yin-yang, the yin-yang reversal of the world, the world is also obscure, and the world is always difficult to find her pupil in the world. How many black and white shirts have been woven by the fool?