A black and white photo of my father reminds me of the past. Father is a humble farmer, suffering hardships is a common occurrence. There are many brothers in our family, except for the eldest brother and the second brother, they can hardly help much. For the livelihood of the family, they sell coolies and dig wells for others in the countryside of dozens of miles around the year.. Every winter and December, the cold wind blows like a sword at the father who stands in the water waving a spade.. Many families around enjoy the sweetness of the well water, while the father, apart from getting a meager wage, is suffering from rheumatic arthritis, which is difficult to sleep in all his life.. In the face of the difficulties of life and his own ailments, his father always smiled at the corners of his mouth and calmly dealt with everything. At that time, I was still too young to get the answer. On my return from school, through the mottled and blurred shadows of the trees, I clearly heard my father’s familiar voice ( only related to the local opera Qin Qiang in my hometown ) curling up, as if singing with relish.. I was lucky enough to listen to my father’s high and mellow’ Qin Zhisheng’ many times, and then lost in thought. Although the ordinary day is bitter and scorching, the burden on the shoulders is not easy, but the father is still full of spirit and may be related to the accompanying Qin opera in the morning and evening.. In the years of suffering, singing the Qin tune, the heavy footsteps will slowly become easier! Later learned some things just confirmed this point. He first entered a group of like-minded people’s ” self – music class” in the Qin dialect, and when big things such as weddings and funerals appear in the countryside, they naturally have to work hard.. Once the dinner party was over, he hurried to work hard in the fields. For his beloved Qin dialect and the ” self – music class” that let him hold his heart, he resigned a tolerance that was enough to make the world envy him.. Perhaps, in the father’s mind, Qin Qiang is the whole of their generation’s spiritual life. With the passage of time, the family’s conditions have improved compared with the past, and the pressure on the father has been relieved. Even so, his father still loves his Qin accent. Or continue to participate in the daily activities of’ self – music class’, or’ keep’ enjoying the wonderful singing passages of famous rookies played by provincial radio stations outside the window of a family with a radio. ah, after all, the years have not spared people, the father is getting older and older, the silver is getting more and more, the person is thinner, and his early hale and hearty body is no longer tall and straight.. By the middle of the 1980s, my father died quietly from myocardial infarction.. Father left with all his contentment and regrets. However, it seems that an ordinary portrait can not always be found. I don’t know who came up with the idea. The eldest brother ran several natural villages with the hope of the whole family, and finally found a ” family photo” at the home of an old artist who sang with his father’s ” Zile Ban”. The gray-yellow picture was finally’ framed’ and’ single shot’ by the father after being photographed, cut, enlarged and developed by the master of the town photo studio.. Every time I see this photo, I think of the past events related to my father: such as drilling wells, quitting business, singing’ self – music class’ . ” Staring at this black and white photo, my father’s voice and smile seem to live in front of me, while my father’s lofty and mellow Qin Feng Qin Yun seems to echo in my ears again … Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
In the morning, I was still in my sleep, but I was awakened by the sound of the other end of the phone. Like an electric shock, I stumbled over everything outside the window, without warm sunshine or flowing clouds passing through the lonely sky. Only the drizzle dripped like silk thread on people’s hair, and it seemed like a sad girl secretly crying in a corner.. Some people’s indifference not only makes people cold, but also makes an arc of heart spring thick with ice, which cannot be melted for a long time.! Even if you don’t practice for yourself, practice for your children! Life in the world is just a fleeting moment in the long river of time. No matter how elegant or down and out you are, you must live up to the fact that you have come to this world for a walk. To live, you must learn to love, love yourself, love relatives, love friends, and love everything you decree by destiny. That way, you can have a clear conscience and regret when you leave.! To be calm and safe! I arranged everything with a heavy heart and set foot on the familiar and unfamiliar road with my family. Along the river, a bungalow with walls came into view. The familiar but unfamiliar feeling oppressed everyone in the car.. Finally arrived, the two cousins heard the firecrackers and hurried out to meet them. The two high-spirited appearance in their schooldays seemed to have been washed away by the years and decadent stood in front of me, calling each of us and leading us to the hall. I first led everyone to knock three heads to the uncle. The cousin said that we were coming at the right time and were preparing to get down the ice coffin. I looked at the hall where the uncle was parked, and four or five middle-aged men were talking and laughing. No one was crying, all without heart and lungs.. My cousin slipped past me with a basket of vegetables. I immediately realized what I was going to do and jumped into the kitchen, commanding my sisters and sisters and immediately becoming the core. I practiced bowls and spoons on the earthen hearth familiar with the music of banging and banging so calmly that my cousin used her less skilled technique to make the fire in the pot hole bigger for a while, bigger for a while, smaller for a while, scolded by me for adding firewood, and for a while I jumped up and down again by the iron pot. Maybe I was born.. My sister suddenly said behind my back that she had seen her sister-in-law and was lying in the side room. Well, I said I was busy and went to see her. Before I could finish, the two young men lifted a paralyzed but very dry woman out of the side room, with chaotic eyes and hoarse voice, struggling to drag her legs, which were extremely inconsistent with the upper body, closer to the ice coffin step by step. I opened my eyes like everyone else, couldn’t believe the facts in front of me, and shouted desperately: ” This is not my aunt.”. The woman wept alone there in her already hoarse voice, and immediately put the desolation to full play. The people in the yard couldn’t help sobbing and wiping tears. My voice seemed to be stuck by something. I hurriedly turned and went into the kitchen again, busy with the work I don’t know how to do, while the woman was dragged into the side room by two young men, and after a while, the atmosphere in the yard gradually eased. What should I do?. I finished what I thought should be done, washed my oily hands, dragged heavy steps, and stepped into the side room step by step. My sister and cousin surrounded the woman side by side and said something about my uncle. I chose the corner of the head of a bed and sat down quietly, facing the yard, with their hearts aching if there is no pain, and closed my eyes to meditate.. All of a sudden, a pair of hands held me forcefully from behind and kept shouting my nickname in a hoarse voice. I couldn’t remember what she said in her mouth. Suddenly I cried tears like rain and cried out to my aunt. At the same time, I turned around and hugged her. Teary – eyed, I couldn’t see her eyes. I only knew that the bones on her cheeks were prominent, her eyes were extremely large, and the folds on her face seemed to be more than 20 years older than the real age. One pair of hands was swollen and black and blue. If it weren’t for hugging my warmth, I would try my best to break free, but at the moment, I just wanted to hold her warm hands tightly.. The crying in the room was not only for me and aunt, but also for the two sisters. aunt’s crying went on and on, and I was out of breath. I held her hands with my left hand and patted her chest with my right hand. my mouth highlighted the usual coaxing words: ” aunt strange, aunt obedient, have a good sleep.”. I repeat this time and again. In a short time, Sister – in – law stopped crying and slowly closed her eyes to rest. This is probably really crying tired.. The fragments of memory are like flying flowers all over the sky, unconsciously scattered in the corner of my mind and messy. I gently cover the quilt for aunt and walk outside the courtyard alone. the garden is still lush. the trees by the riverside are blossoming, purple and pink, and the honeysuckle flowers are yellow and white. the two flowers depend on each other. from a distance, they look like a group of dragonflies flying on the arbor flowers, a pair of natural painters.! Everything is still what I used to be familiar with. The wind blows my face and my thoughts are sorted out.. The second sister-in-law in my memory has always been a middle-aged peasant woman in her 40s. The outline on her face is that our family all have round, short hair with ears, and her eyes narrowed into a crack with laughter. She has never seen the second sister-in-law lose her temper to anyone or talk big to anyone. The memory she left me is the laughter of the young and bright.. I don’t know why, the family has rarely visited the aunt’s house, and the aunt always comes alone every time she returns to her family. Until the age of 11, I was taken by several uncles to pay New Year’s greetings to the aunt. For the first time, I stepped into the aunt’s house, wet my pantyhose with the water of the river, and was forced to stay at the aunt’s house, clamoring to go home at night. The aunt moved out all the snacks in the house to coax me and slept in my arms at night.. The next day, because I didn’t have any food to eat, I also fried eggs. I hated the smell of eggs and refused to eat them. My little cousin gave me a hard white look and told me that it was goose eggs. I didn’t know until I understood that I was not eating eggs, but goose eggs used by my sister-in-law to hatch geese. Those years were very hard, and raising geese could bring income to my family. I ate a few geese in a meal and it was not clear to me… During the days she spent in her aunt’s house, she was busy working in the fields during the day, doing housework at night, and selling vegetables in the town more than a dozen miles away with a basket of vegetables. She did not forget to bring me snacks when she came back, which was the happiest and warmest memory of my childhood.. The second sister-in-law was illiterate, but she sent her two sons to college with painstaking efforts. She thought the children would graduate and her sufferings would end. Who knows that neither cousin has been assigned a suitable job, and all of a sudden her family’s confidence will fall to the bottom.. Since then, the two cousins have also recovered. If they are not high or low, what will they do or what will they not do?. That year has more than half a hundred aunt, the cocoon on her hand is thicker than silkworm chrysalis, mottled hair lines come and go against the curtain in the wind and rain.. Memories are like the torrent of summer, which opens the valve and can no longer control the trend. Those who have come to my life and given me warmth, I always carry a grateful heart, grateful for life, grateful for every kind person who passes by my life, are you who let me grow up, are you who have added wonderful things to my life, and are you who let me learn how to love.. Today on Mother’s Day, Sister – in – law does not have a daughter. Please allow me to pray to heaven tonight as a daughter: The dead are gone. May the dead rest in peace, the living be safe, and bless the good people in the world with less suffering and more warmth. Don’t let this be forever.!
The village that gave birth to me and raised me will jump into my mind on a rainy autumn night like a rain flower between eaves.. There are always green and yellow thatched roads on the field roads, which are always tightly attached with glittering and translucent rain beads. The lush green curtains in the corn fields surround the whole mountain, and we live in the sea of corn stalks.. The village is not big and there are many people, but I can always find a place where no one can wander around.. Do you remember the big stone in the river beside Shanhou Primary School, which can hold three to five children to write on? After school, we came here carrying schoolbags, spread out the checkerboards and holding pencils to write. We lay there writing at ease, the sunset shining on our checkerboard, chasing our slow nib. Vaguely remember, there is sand adhered to our clothes. After a long time of mixing, I like to explore around the river bank and drill through the bushes until I find a bird’s nest with a few small eggs in it.. We were excited, but we couldn’t bear to take them away, but since then we have formed the habit of drilling grass to find birds and eggs.. When he was a little older, he followed his brother and a younger brother to the river in the valley to make trouble.. Brother can climb up the big willow tree by the river very lightly, then pick out the slender leafy willow tree with a knife and throw it to us. We wound these wickers into a circle and formed willow hats, which we thought were very proud to wear on our heads.. Then he jumped into the river to fight for water, drenched with water and dried in the sun.. So summer began to cool down. Always remember to catch a few crabs under the stones to play and watch them stumble in the sand. A normal crab has a hard shell, while a drug crab’s shell is crushed by two fingers. We also ignored it and only caught normal crabs to play. I also not only play, but also do some work for my mother. I like to pick up potatoes in the field with my mother best.. After the potatoes are harvested, they will leave some carelessly in the ground and will soon sprout seedlings again. We looked for seedlings in the field and pulled out a potato as soon as we pulled it out. Sometimes I can find the biggest one, and I’m as happy as I dug up the gold pieces.. Mother will cook the potatoes for me the next day. Big potatoes are peeled, cut into pieces, fried with oil, salted and steamed with rice, but they are delicious. My highest record was eating four white bowls at a time, and my father taught me a lesson, saying how to stay dead. All that is good is how many years I have eaten, but I still didn’t survive.. I also like to cut leeks in particular. Our leeks are planted under mulberry trees on the edge of the ground. They are thin due to lack of sunlight, but they are also fresh and tender.. The leek is a rare thing to pick up. It takes you half an hour to strip the yellow leaves and the old leaves one by one.. But I have to sit tight or I won’t be able to eat another delicious food. In the evening, mother will make up flour, add leeks and make pancakes. The big iron pan in the house was well oiled, spread out into big pancakes, and then dried slowly. The leek leaves became finely divided jasper in the pancakes, and they had an appetite when they looked at them.. I have to eat two large sheets before I can sleep contentedly. The village was finally submerged by deeper green, and those days suddenly occurred before they were gradually forgotten. I was always a child in that village, remembering the days when there were bird nests, crabs, potatoes and leeks..
On the desk lay the family happiness, the only family happiness. This was taken at the beginning of this year and is what parents always wanted. I took it to Hainan, a remote place. I’ve been carrying it with me before, but now I’ve put it where I can see it best. Watching every day, I always told myself to love my family, which is my eternal root and the destination of my fate.. Yes, I can’t forget that moth who conceived in octobe, who cultivated my father with her, and who raised my grandpa and grandma, and who told me not to forget the kindness of raise, and my favorite brother and sister who was very kind to me.. The family I grew up in for 20 years, but why should I stay at home as a reward? Why should I choose between affection and love? How should I choose these two immeasurable feelings? I thought today was grandpa’s 81st birthday. I sent a text message to my father and uncle early in the morning asking them to say happy birthday to grandpa on my behalf, but it was only later that I found it was tomorrow. I was so confused that I didn’t even know what day it was today. I hurriedly sent a message to uncle saying it was tomorrow.. After a long time, my uncle sent me a message and said, ” Grandpa said,” As long as you have a grandfather’s birthday in your heart, it shows that they have paid off their efforts. This is a feeling of gratitude. I am happy that you can do this. Grandpa has eight children and then has so many grandchildren, all grandchildren, only you. This is commendable. ”. I remember everyone’s birthday at home, the size of your clothes, the size of your shoes and what you like to eat. All this is because I care about you. I love this family. However, over the years, I have not been happy in this home because we seldom talk and lack communication. As long as everyone asks me if I will stay at home, my mother will cry if I don’t give an answer.. If you give a vague answer, you will cry. If you give a positive answer, you will cry even if you don’t stay at home, and even think of drinking pesticides.. How sad is it for me? Mother said that because she gave birth to two daughters, she suffered a lot and her sister married again, she suffered a lot of injustice and would cry when she was ok, fearing that others would know, she had to cry secretly.. What about me?? Who should I tell about my grievance? When I was still in high school, you had been instilling ideas in my mind. I didn’t sleep at ease all night and I would cry, especially when I was in the middle of the night hiding in the quilt.. At the end of last year, when you asked me to go on a blind date, I went on a blind date. When you asked me to give up my studies and come to him, I gave up my studies and came to him. I tried my best to treat him well, but he ignored me. When you asked me to give up, I gave up.. Now he finds out that I am well. If you want to look back, you will ask me to look back and ask me to take him home and start a family and career.. I should go home? For a moment I said I should have self-esteem and for a moment I would listen to my parents. I… Really tired, very tired. I fell in love with a soldier. You said you didn’t understand him, but you didn’t even give you a chance to understand him. Just’ slap him and kill him. Uncle said that soldiers are not bad, but most of them are bad. They are cheating on their feelings. You should not go to the wrong way.. Don’t you believe that I found a good man in that small part? I believe he is good. Although we have only been together for four months today, I have seen his inner kindness and the soul of a soldier who is fighting for the country and training hard.. There is a country where there is a home, and there is love where there is a home. Why do you deny a soldier who defends the country, a soldier who can give his daughter love? Just because he can’t be our door-to-door son – in – law? Just because the daughter will marry for him? These days, you have been calling me, texting, chatting about QQ, uncle, father, mother, sister and brother… You are all urging me to go back. Advise me not to leave the house. Dad said the biggest mistake in my life was not teaching me how to be a person. Uncle said, if I don’t go home and start a family and career, my mother will drink pesticide. My uncle also said that I was going to marry out, and he and all his family would not go to my wedding…. How cool are these words to me? Mom and dad, my closest and dearest family. Is the daughter’s happiness to grow up in a cage? And that cage is your attached rural feudal thought, and I am the prison slave inside. Am I doomed not to have my own love? What am I going to do? I’m tired, tears.
The Dream Train of Remembrance – Commemorating the First of the Fourth Anniversary Because it was a weekend, friends had dinner and slept well last night. The liver and heart that used to be unwell were no longer feeling strange, and they woke up occasionally in the middle of the night and were also safe.. In the gloom, the wife got up and heard her answer the phone again, probably at 7: 00 a.m.. She came over, she pushed the door and came in, but I was about unusual, not good. Sure enough, she woke me up and cried out, ” Xu, Xu, the Big Four are old.”. I sat up at once: ” Don’t panic. What’s the matter, slowly say. Fifty days ago, my wife said, isn’t your unit a tomb-sweeping day holiday, let’s go to Shanghai. I said what to do there? Because of the tomb-sweeping day in previous years, we mostly went to the countryside for a outing and also visited the western jade emperor ridge cemetery to sweep the mother’s grave.. In the rainy season, fresh soil game floats away in the same fresh wind, making people seem to have returned to their childhood and hometown. If it is a sunny day in Yuan Ye full of colourful rape and yellow flowers, it will make people laugh. But I don’t know why, this year, my wife wants Shanghai. Well, if I go to Shanghai, my fourth uncle who lives in Shanghai is not at home. I should only accompany you to the old place.. It is said to be the old place because the big four have settled in Shanghai for nearly 40 years. When I was young, I thought of studying abroad and went to Shanghai alone to find the big four who worked in Wujiaochang Changhai Hospital. When I was a child, I often led and rescued my big four from the cesspit after raining.. Forty years later, I went to see him. It was the first time I saw him. I stood in front of him and his prescription immediately fell to the ground. On the way home together, I knew that he had been wiping tears while riding in front, because the wind in the south was warm and not bitter. He held the car in one hand and held the wind in the other. Later, when we got married, had children, celebrated the day, and even my heart was unhappy, we would come to him.. Fu had distant relatives in the mountains, and when he had a fortune of ten million yuan, he warned his hometown people not to go to Shanghai or meet him when he arrived.. I am the exception. My Big Four. Today, my wife proposed to go to Shanghai, but she has not been there for many years.. But I didn’t think that the tomb-sweeping day would become a perpetual tactic.. I still remember clearly that he came down from the upstairs and I sprinted to embrace him. Remember when we parted, he was repeatedly urged by me to go upstairs and look back. My Big Four. On that day, we went to the fair together, came back together and talked all the way. On that day, we tasted six or seven kinds of spirits and talked for forty years. On that day, we ate from noon until nearly seven o’clock in the evening. On that day, for fear of causing more trouble to our family, we had already booked a room outside and did not stay at home.. On that day, he reluctantly gave up. My big four, I remember clearly, when we parted, you looked back when I repeatedly urged you to go upstairs.. My Big Four. I didn’t think of it. That difference turned out to be a perpetual tactic. When I heard the news, I hurriedly got through to my eldest brother’s phone and went to the three big families to discuss how to deal with the matter. On the way, he learned that after dinner yesterday, he went out for a walk, suffered a heart attack and fell to the side of the road.. Passers – by helped him to rescue him in the long sea. He died at about midnight this morning.. According to local rules, a memorial service will be held next Tuesday. According to peers in my hometown, the funeral should be held as soon as possible when the wedding is late.. So we discussed taking a bus to Zhengzhou as soon as possible and then from Zheng to Shanghai. Booking tickets online by second brother’s daughter Xiaoya. After deliberation, I hurried home to discuss with my wife, prepare more money and take 10,000 yuan. If Yudi in Beijing does not arrive, or if military affairs are present, I will pay for him.. At about 1: 00 p.m., eldest brother and second brother took a taxi and hurried to the east railway station. The road was silent, as if I were the only one: ” The walk of the Big Four is a great loss to our family.”! Well, just as an important person is to the country, his departure is a great loss to our family.. In the meantime, I didn’t take into account my personal feelings. The train in the distance, surging with huge and sharp breath, has already entered the station and everyone got on the bus in order. However, between trance, it seems that not a few brothers boarded the train, as if they boarded the bullet train. I was the only one who boarded the bullet train, not my body, but my soul.. 2 Shanghai, 789 near Wujiaochang, Yingkou Road. This is a taxi coming out of the high-speed railway and Hongkou Airport. Half an hour’s journey, the buildings beside the viaduct, if bright and distant, are speeding by, and it is the way near midnight.. I didn’t expect it, or I don’t know who sent the wrong message. The four largest mourning halls are not in the funeral parlor. The funeral parlor has only his body. The mourning hall is located at home.. It was midnight and scurrying downstairs, the smell of candle fire in the hall floated out from the door of the open building. Later, cousin Hui, the fourth eldest son, said that the door should be opened, which is an old Shanghai rule. This is also the soul return of the central plains region? Or do you want to go home and have a look at the Big Four? At midnight, only the hall of four people was left. Once upon a time, the balcony rang through the crack of the door, saying that the air was passing through the hall, but who was complaining and complaining?? Four big do you have anything to explain, can you say it to me. A few people slept on the sofa, and I woke up several times after heavy sleep. After the first hour, he fell asleep, only being awakened twice by the sound of the great sad mantra of the undead, the sound of the great sad mantra of the tape recorder, and the sound of his cousin’s voice.. Also seems to have a dream, but deep, vaguely is the big four hall and his voice, a head of sweat woke up and knew he was in Shanghai and was in the hall. When I woke up three hours later, it was more than six o’clock. Just four Niang had got up and got down from upstairs. I stood on the steps and watched her talking to my cousin.. Then, look for gaps and shout, ” Four Niangs.”! ‘ then go up and hug gently. She murmured, ” Xiao Xu met, met.”. She said that I gave wedding greetings to Hui Di 50 days ago, and at the same time, I looked forward to the last meeting of the Big Four, the last farewell. Nowadays, people go to the building empty and want to take a look at his study more often. However, when I heard about the family affairs of Siniang and her cousin, I always felt wrong. I changed my shoes and walked out into the dense bush, walking in the bushes outside the house. Two mosquitoes raided me and were killed on my bare arms and stained with a few stars of my own blood.. I gently brushed away the bodies of the forest mosquito, the shattered bodies. Back in the house, everyone was having breakfast. Four Niangs purposely asked me to sit beside her. I only said how my wife reported the bad news yesterday morning and how it was heart – pounding. I said calmly. In addition, I only had a bowl of porridge, and then I left the vegetarian meal and went to the balcony outside the hall to see the morning in the corner of Shanghai.. The sky was overcast and the dew or the water droplets left by the night rain fell gently and coldly between the branches and leaves that were stacked on top of each other.. Third, it should be from the disadvantage of a river bank to the southwest, through it and reach a village. I began to find out how far it is to borrow a bicycle from a family in the village in order to catch time.. There is no adult in the farm, a child who is at ease, a child who can’t remember his appearance, followed me. My bike took him across the street in the village and headed south, crossing an ancient road probably full of clean water pits, and came to the village.. This village does not have a specific appearance. I don’t know whether there is wind. There must be no rain or snow. The streets are deserted.. At that time, three people came out of his home. I asked him where he was, and he was in the house.. I used to, he was in the house, his thin face and low stature. I was a little confused and did not know how to come out of the house with him. It turned out that the three members of the family were selling the tribute. He said, ” Don’t listen to them. What’s the use of a wick of incense?”? I don’t believe that. Why should I burn incense? Our family is clean and white, like a gently flowing river, believing in a wick of incense, does it not lead to customs?? Then, he said, ” The incense sticks they recommended are purely for selling money and for 2,000 yuan, I will give you money if you want.”. ‘ I hurriedly refuse. I don’t know why, he said these words and went into the house himself. I looked at his residence, which is a three-story building with a high front and a low back, followed by two stories, and a quiet village house, arranged in an orderly way around, without wind, rain or snow.. The front door of the house faces east. I do not know whether there is a plaque for’ purple gas coming from the east’, but the door is closed and still closed. The two trees in front of the house are extremely tall and can’t see the branches. There are only some rattan leaves winding up sparsely.. I don’t know why, I detoured to the west of the house where a wall was missing and I looked at it and went to the south of the house. It was probably the Westinghouse in the main house with another south gate. I stole it and saw that there was a room in the door, a few tables in the room and a few old people there, as if they were nursing homes for the elderly and so on.. Several old men sat on the bed and looked at me coldly. A few old people. I may have to go. He sent me. I said I probably mistook one for another. I didn’t say who you are. You don’t have the surname Cao, do you?. He said calmly that he did not. Then, I didn’t follow my children. My children and I rode back again, crossed several ancient roads full of clean water, returned to the village, and returned to their bicycles, thinking that there was still a long way to go in the north.. After such a long journey, when will I return to my hometown?? But in the midst of this doubt, I woke up suddenly in a dream and recalled that the person who said he was not surnamed Cao was my top four? So, in the green glow of the morning, my tears began to flow down. I checked the date, Saturday, June 8, and 21 days ago, Cao Guisheng, my fourth uncle and fourth uncle, passed away 21 days ago.. What is this for? On the train of my life.
As old as a child, his father-in-law felt bad in his stomach and intestines and accompanied him to the 148 hospital of the garrison.. Find the director of the department and check carefully. Fortunately, there is no major obstacle, that is, gastrointestinal function is almost not serious. The doctor asked whether the medicine was still prescribed? I said, let’s open it up. The father-in-law also returned after prescribing more than 200 yuan of medicine. The next day, I called and said, OK. Father – in – law’s stomach and intestines are not good, which has been an old problem for many years.. As the saying goes, stomach trouble is divided into three parts and seven parts. Fortunately, his life is very careful. He has paid attention to diet for decades. He did not eat cold and hard, but his stomach trouble has improved greatly in recent years.. But after the Spring Festival, he always felt dull pain in his abdomen. I can’t say exactly where the pain is. It’s just a feeling. I feel, like a heart disease again. I think so, there is a basis. The father-in-law has a fine heart and a good temper. This is an advantage. Correspondingly, it is too sensitive.. Three years ago, when he was seventy, he always said his lips were dry. I accompanied him to the PLA hospital and looked for experts from acquaintances. I took them seriously.. Experts said there was nothing wrong with it. Drink plenty of water and eat and drink whenever you should.. Because he is an acquaintance, the doctor said very clearly: I will not prescribe any medicine for you, even if it is prescribed, it is also a nourishing medicine such as vitamins, and it will only cost money.. This should be very good, but he was even more suspicious: the doctor said that he should eat and drink if he should, and whether he had an incurable disease or not? I said, older, dry lips is a normal phenomenon. But he is still not at ease to look around. When I went to the provincial capital, my daughter-in-law’s mobile phone was stolen by thieves, but the daughter-in-law was reasonable and didn’t care about it.. He went to the city to watch the advertisement on TV. The Jianghu doctor prescribed only a few hundred yuan of medicine.. I didn’t feel normal at the time when he was so exciting and moving.. Ask your wife to call your mother – in – law. My mother-in-law said that when I was young, someone calculated the hexagrams for my father-in-law and said that he could live to be seventy years old. This year is just seventy years old. I always feel this afflictive and uncomfortable psychologically. I went there to see it.. Knowing the reason, we advised him that at that time, seventy was the birthday, and now living conditions are good and medical standards are high. At that time, seventy was at least over eighty, so you can rest assured.. So, finally better. Wait until you bring your grandson, and you forget to look at him. In view of the last experience, I asked my mother-in-law again this time. It turned out that a colleague from the father-in-law unit had pancreatic cancer and could not come in three months from the Spring Festival.. Plus this year happened to be seventy – three, folk saying seventy-eight and eighty – four, Yan did not call himself to go. Under the psychological effect, father-in-law worried again. I told the doctor about these factors. The doctor said he was relieved that the symptoms of pancreatic cancer came quickly, up to six months. Your color Doppler ultrasound showed that your pancreas is fine. The knot was untied, so I prescribed medicine and went back. I felt better the next day.. Compared with his father – in – law’s carefulness, his mother-in-law is generous and a little careless.. As for the old man’s illness, my opinion is that if he is ill, he should be treated and not too sensitive.. Her character is good for her health. A few years ago, I watched her lose weight and asked her to go to the hospital for examination. B ultrasound was performed in the local hospital and found a shadow on the abdomen, which was suspected to be a tumor at the time.. Father – in – law is extremely nervous, mother-in-law said, seven old eighty, love what is what. So careless don’t care. I came to the military hospital to find experts to examine it in detail. The experts confirmed that the abdomen was flooded and eliminated the tumor.. According to the water treatment for a period of time, he recovered and recovered. Father, last year 73.The chronic cor pulmonale is especially serious. He has a stubborn temper and does not come to see a doctor. Always say that people are old, that’s all. See what. Rural medical insurance is basically not reliable. I know he is reluctant to spend money on his children. I went back to pick him up a few years ago and didn’t come. Daughter said, or call and say you are ill and let him come to see you, grandpa will certainly come. My daughter said that she was joking with me. I thought this girl must have watched more TV shows.. He couldn’t pick him up until a relative’s child got married and he had to come. After attending the wedding, I checked with him at the hospital, emphysema, chronic bronchitis, and bad heart. I prescribed medicine and took it for a long time, which improved slightly.. This winter is especially cold, and pulmonary heart disease is even more serious. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep when it’s serious.. I went home to take a look at it and quickly picked it up. My friends in the hospital helped take care of it, contacted experts, gave injections and took medicine before getting better.. Mother used to pinch and scrape, usually loathe to give up eating, loathe to give up seeing a doctor. I always work at leisure and often get tired and ill. I came home and was ill twice before I came to see a doctor.. One time she went to the mountain to order beans. Mountain remote, would not have let her grow, loathe to give up desolate, just take advantage of the rain to grow beans. As a result, the old sick man who came back tired spent six or seven hundred yuan to see a doctor.. The beans also weighed 5kg. This truth has been told to her countless times and there is no way out. Later, she coaxed and advised that her granddaughter missed her and should go and have a look, and so on, she was finally brought in for treatment.. Fortunately, years of old illness have gradually improved, feeling better than in previous years, and children are really pleased. Therefore, when dealing with the elderly, we can only coax and coax the elderly. If we should persuade, we should serve three-year-old children.!
The story of Zhang Liangqiao picking up shoes is well known. It not only shows the virtue of Zhang Liang’s respect for elders, diligence and kindness, and responsibility for the elderly, but also shows his comprehensive qualities such as being smart, quick and resourceful, capable of examining the extremely precious connotation of communication and communication, which is a precursor to his success, so Huang Gongcai trusted him like that.. Talent can also have a premonition not only in youth but also as a child.. xu teacher, a high school student who has a deep influence on me, has two men and four women, but every time he comes home from the classroom, only one daughter knows to move a stool for her. This is her third daughter, Xu Zhongyu. xu teacher said that when he was teaching at Luzhai Middle School, Zhongyu was only four or five years old and was just a toddler. Every time she saw me coming from the classroom, she moved a low stool for me and gave me a sweet shout, Dad – you sit down. Every time my heart was as sweet as honey, and the tiredness of telling a lesson was like being swept away, I thought at that time, how could the child be so sensible and lovely – and then her four sisters became national teachers on her own. Now retired, he is still growing in my mind like a lush poplar tree whose leaves are green and its branches are tender like the waist and arms of a beautiful woman.. That was in the seventies. At that time, the two rows of earth classrooms in the brigade primary school were washed down by the heavy rain, and our six teachers had to fight their own battles underground like the guerrillas who fought against Japan when the enemy was strong and the enemy was weak – each returned to the villages to run schools separately, fighting against ignorance and ignorance, which were even more tenacious and ruthless enemies than the Japanese devils.. I taught the first, second and fourth grade compound classes in the village’s two adobe houses. Because nearly toddlers came to school like gyroscopes twirling their wines.. His name is Liu Shichuang, a child of his cousin’s nephew, and he is only five years old and has also come. Once class was over, the humble classroom did not even have a bench. I was standing at the door of the classroom. Liu shichuang moved his small stool to my front and cried with milk and milk. big ye, sit down. I pushed him away and he shoved the bench under my leg’s rear butt, still calling sweetly, big ye, you sit down. I picked him up and sat down. I held him in my arms and kissed him with his plump, round, angelic face. It was lovely.! At that time, there were more than 40 students in the class. Among the boys and girls studying at night, there were already 15 or 16 years old. He was the only one who knew how to respect the teacher and give convenience to others.. The child will grow up to be intelligent, clever and good at communication and will handle affairs. I only passed by in my heart, but I didn’t know it was a precursor to his success. Now the grandson has changed his name to Liu Jie, and he has come out of our abandoned village and lived in the provincial capital Hefei.. After more than 30 years of teaching, I did not realize until I retired now that talents, especially those who can achieve great success, will have a premonition as if they were dizzy from the sun and dizzy from the rain and the moon in their childhood.. In 2012. 8. 24
Attend the bamboo pavilion regulations Wang Wei leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Wen / light ink world of mortals is still at night and the wind is clear. A wisp of moonlight came, a note of vegetarian warmth was held, a cup of inky incense was poured, and a Qinghuan was found.. I like the cool and refreshing place in my heart most, laying quietly elegant poetry. Low brow, suddenly heard the sound of a great zither, from between the lines, reaching deep into the soul, trying to find out through the fog, only to fall into the wonderful realm of Tao Ran’s ethereal spirit without knowing the way home.. On the bank of the water mae, I saw a bright and long man with a happy face in the depths of the cloud forest, waving five strings, singing and singing, his eyes slightly closed and his heart wandering in taixuan. The gentle moonlight, like gauze, gently sprinkled on him and looked far away, giving people a sacred and inviolable purity.. I, who strayed into the water bank, listened quietly and looked silently as if even breathing was unnecessary.. This is a leisurely meeting with the moon and bamboo forest, a romantic love with nature and music, a dance with soul, and a unique joy in life.. A Mohist once said that happiness alone is the Buddha nature of life, like the wind blowing from the bottom of the lotus.. It is not a hysterical carnival, nor is it a solitary solitude, but an indulgence beyond life, a dialogue with one’s own heart on the way of pilgrimage.. Indeed, all living beings are in uproar, only the flowers are still. Poet leaning alone in the close bamboos, the world forgets its opportunities, and there is no obstacle from common dust, nor is there any other person’s asking for help. He is full of forgiveness from heaven and earth and forgets everything from me to me.. The most beautiful flowers in the world are in the unknown. The clearest water flows in the mountains and forests. The ideal Taoyuan is in everyone’s heart. The flashy world will only dye a heart in color and lose its former pure posture.. However, a quiet plain heart can shed all the magnificent colors in the world and enjoy simple happiness in a tune.. Because it is simple, it is clean. Because of light, so compassion; Because Ann tien, so precious. Deep in the forest of clouds, many fame and fortune have been played as white paper, and many past events have been divided into autumn red and autumn red.. As if one flower, one wood, one mountain and one water have Zen meaning, and all this is only for those who look at the scenery. Suddenly, only the sound of the piano on the other side is getting further and further away from me, and all the wonderful interests in front of me are gradually becoming hazy.. Quiet corner of me, sudden feeling inner panic, unprepared, so beautiful and beautiful, it is sentimentally attached, let a person not give up leaving. Lift your eyes, it is already late at night, the scene in front of you has already changed into a poem volume in your hand. However, is the wet handwriting my clear tears? It turned out that it was only a dream encounter, so the world forgot the machine is always too far away from me, across the shore of the distance. In this world, after all, I have too many worries, too many responsibilities, and the fetters of fate do not allow me to run away decisively. The author of this poem is Wang Wei, who is called Shi Fo. Buddhism has a bill to participate in the Vimalakirt Sutra, which implies cleanness and freedom from pollution. Wang Wei, knowing that the Buddha is deeply related to him, took the word Vimalakirt.. He spent his life seeking sustenance in Buddhism and landscape, calling himself’ one enlightenment and silence is joy, and this life has nothing to spare’. Whenever he is bound by the floating world, he will think of a poem by Wang Wei’ I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds’. There were numerous poets and monks in the Tang Dynasty, but only Wang Mojie was in Shi Fo. His poetry is cold and deep, far away from the world, free from earthly fireworks and full of Zen. The landscape in his works has surpassed the natural interest and immersed itself in a Zen realm, which is the difference between Wang and other poets.. Many people’s love for him is due to his poetic environment, which can take you away from the distracting worldly life in an instant and give the poor and needy a chance to change their fortunes.. It is often said that all encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. Perhaps, oneself and Wang Shi have some kind of inseparable predestination. Under the same time, everyone lives a life of his own. Some people, thousands of years apart, can confide in themselves. Some people, close at hand, are strangers. The same Tang poem, different people, was moved by different words. Emotion is the fatal weakness of human nature. The person you like may be ordinary, but you can’t forget it. The sentence you like may be unusual, but it makes you fondle admiringly.. Every time I read Wang Wei’s poems, I feel that although the journey under my feet is like the wind, there is a beautiful and picturesque rhyme that will never float away with time.. His poem, like a pot of tea cooked in the moonlight, lets you melt in without knowing it. If you grind in inkstone, your soul is dyed on rice paper by painter bo, and you think it is in the world. In his poems, there is a kind of silent beauty in the emptiness, which enables readers to withstand the numerous temptations and endure the boundless loneliness. Indifferent feelings, flowing leisurely Zen. At the moment, you are still worrying about common things. All you need is a wisp of music, a cut of rhyme and a little ink and wash to resolve all the suffering there.. In the regulations on a dream of red mansions, Dai Yu taught Xiangling to write poetry, which was the first of Wang Mochai’s poems, again from Du Gongbu and Li Qinglian.. She lent Xiangling her regulations on participating in the complete works of Wang Mojie to read, which shows how much the talented woman of Zhong Ling Yuxiu likes Mojie’s poetry scene.. The bustling city with neon flashing and materialistic desire is indeed a temptation, but it seems to be less natural and simple than the clean mountain forest.. The reason why Wang Wei’s poems can be as light as floating dust is that his heart realizes that only nature is real and eternal. Although everyone can touch the cool breeze with his hand, white clouds can be seen with his eyes lifted, and water can be heard while sitting still, if you do not have a quiet heart, you cannot have a profound conversation with all things in nature.. We should believe that everyone lives with his or her heart resting on him or her, or life will be dull.. leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song, too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Some people, some things, are destined to meet only in dreams. But I know that the strings of life will play brighter and brighter and shine clean in the cold moonlight.. QQ : 786835068
The goblin has no age. Being a goblin – like woman has its unique charm at any age! A woman is about to be a’ goblin’ like a woman and a’ gourmet goblin woman’, which is my greatest wish and goal in this life.! If not in this life, then, in the next life, I must also become a’ goblin woman’! – Wen: Women who have fallen behind the fence must practice themselves first. Don’t be afraid of not being loved by men. Women should love themselves. When it comes to’ goblins’, there may be a lot of people who have the same picture in their mind: make – up, posing, flirting and twirling.. In fact, this kind of woman is not a’ goblin’, but can only be called a monster! Demons can become refined, indicating that they have learned to practice. The demon became a monster, but it was the kind of monster that was neither fish nor fowl and was harmful to the human world.. It’s like taking part in the goblins in the regulations on journey to the west. Those goblins are too turbid and can’t be said. So, at best, they are just monsters. The goblin I want to say is a perfect goblin, the ultimate’ goblin woman’. This kind of woman is rare among women. The goblin woman is not necessarily a’ bad woman’; Don’t have to make up, scratch your head and pose; You don’t have to release the depravity to your heart’s content. Such a woman is not a goblin, but a monster! Between’ goblins’ and’ monsters’, there is a big difference, even a big difference, although only one word is different.. The goblin woman I want to be is a kind of demon in cultivation and connotation, and none of these can be changed or accomplished overnight. The real’ goblins’ are a kind of realm. Not to say how many charms you have and how many devils you have. But a kind of taste, a kind of amorous feelings, a kind of temperament, a kind of accomplishment! Why is it that as a woman, she can always feel happy and share happiness? But she is full of complaints, complaining all day long? This is the difference between’ goblin woman’ and ordinary ordinary woman. She is happy, because she can let go, she understands tolerance and the way of doing things for others.. The biggest reason for this is that she is a ” goblin woman” who has cultivated her talents.! She doesn’t need to look beautiful, but she certainly knows how to play the woman.. Being a coquetry woman is always more feminine than not being coquetry. Between raising your hands and throwing your feet, men will always be tempted by it. ‘ gourmet goblin woman” certainly won’t run wild, more won’t have nothing to do, because she knows that men are tired. However, she must be gentle. She is not only a good wife and mother, but also a working girl. She got up in the hall and down in the kitchen. No matter where she goes, she can be calm, calm and comfortable. ‘ Acura Woman” Her maturity, her temperament, such as a cup of tea, is fragrant and refreshing after being brewed.. She can make impulsive men rational and violent men quiet. And’ goblin woman’ her coquettish and intelligent heart is like a good book, so you can read it again and not get tired of it thousands of times . Ah, she will make tired men relaxed and relaxed. She can make a man the happiest man in the world. ‘ goblin woman” she has amorous feelings, but not coquettish; She is very gentle, but not weak; She is intelligent, but does not make public. She depends on you, but she won’t embarrass you. Because she knows how to advance and retreat and prioritize. She knows how to control her emotions and knows the most important meaning of respect, sacrifice and giving. With such a goblin woman, you will feel like a real man, a loved man, a respected and valued man.. This kind of woman will give men a complete sense of security and belonging. There is a more important point: goblin women know how to love themselves! They know that no man is worth his life to please. Again crazy thing, experience once is enough, if experience the second time, then not crazy woman is silly treasure. If a man starts snubbing you, he must know how to leave. I don’t know the man who cherishes you, what else is worth your doing? You know, even if you pay more tender feelings for such a man, it’s no use crying over spilt milk. It’s only you who are sad.. Those immature young women may bring a thrilling love to men. However, when you run out of energy, you will find that everything around you has been messed up. But’ the best goblin woman’ is a meaningful scenery and a sincere and peaceful scenery in the heart of this noisy world.. Is also ignored by people, but also precisely the lack of a landscape.
I smile in the dust, enjoy the warm, forget the fleeting Jinxi is what year.A decision moment, was actually a different outcome.As time rushing water, like the drip away, absently walking in muddy dirt road, people around come and go, they appeared, they hurried away, as if I was a truth in the church, who will not accompany you to the end – they are passing. After all, it is to leave. Watching the street tough grass, perhaps no one concerned about their existence, even trample the dignity of the human being.And finally immersed in the dust, if I can, I look back to you again and again, back to the frivolous rain tenderness you like the wind, and quietly to see through time. I held a trace of rain, irrigation will you, will you raise narcissistic every day, either you soaring on the dirt roads.Frost sleeping, with your language fragrant, with the all my love to suck away all worldly point of view, by the sun to you every inch of nutritional supplements, left behind a heart of gold, I saw you kneeling lying.I exhausting, for you I, horizon, suddenly see your tears, as if Buddha-like instant solidification, like a poetic picture branded in my heart.I used to imprison all and vision, willing engraved blood pool for your Liuchang, I can not promise under oath, only under a pen with a bleeding heart seal your forced smile, I shuttle in space, the displaced season , did not dare to forget you wait for me at the other end of time. Stack can not afford to miss the shutter doors, hand-held pole moral, after years of profligacy crazy Britain, love long road, mixed with you I take the wrong chord Flanagan.You to fill with tears met, I already forget that you are my heart that blades of grass, but also how to pull pull can not afford to own the whole world in the rain, just to be able to grow on me after you piece of dirt along the roadsides.My mind with the greatest in the decibel cry, but you turn a blind eye.Too noisy world, reality is so little, express delivery time is always so far away off his legs, but also not to miss the end of.Bowl, not so much crazy ruthless pier residual soul sigh.