The weather is getting colder and colder, long past the harvesting season, in the past the wheat field all over the grain has long been gone, earlier in the fall stored in the hole in the ground in the winter of a bit of grain is also unintentionally a hoe of the farmer's complete destruction.
This day how to live again ah ......
I sadly looked at the sleeping stomach of his wife is getting obviously bigger and bigger ...... Yes oh, I will soon be a father, to really do a man's responsibility. However, there is no food left at home at all. I can nibble some grass roots to deal with the past, but I can not let my wife hungry, can not let her stomach our son hungry ......
Then, I want to marry her, her mother smacked our family poor, I swore to her mother: I live a day on the day will definitely not let your daughter starve a day. Her mom promised her daughter to me. From that day on, I am the happiest mouse in the world, I quietly do everything for her, not let her suffer half a bit of aggression, let her do the world's second happiest mouse ...... I love her more than love myself, I can gently bite off the dirt in her nails for her with my teeth; I can follow her in the village head of the two girls behind her one day to pick up enough melons she loves to eat. Pick up enough melon seeds that she loves to eat; I can stay up all night for her humming a serenade and watching her fall asleep ......
How I love her, her bright eyes, her sharp mouth, her moist nose, her skin with a bit of brown... ...But, but, but, now I can't even prepare tomorrow's breakfast for her...I love her, but I don't even know where tomorrow's breakfast is.........
I'll go and look for it again...I might be able to dig deeper into the mud and find the little grains of rice that fall from the fall harvest...I've done this a couple of times, though... Ten times, although each time the nails are dug out of the blood and also returned empty-handed ...... I tried to go to my first cousin's house to borrow it, perhaps my cousin's wife sympathized with me, and no longer so acerbic scolded me, although I've been to the seven times, and each time she pointed out the scolding of the locusts, in order to her I may even be able to do without the pride of the right! ...... I tried again into the village those houses to beg those house mice to share a little to me it, although I have been beaten by them four times, each time I scolded me voles shameless to go to the house of house mice as a beggar, but in order to her this pain is what this abuse and what ......
I came back again, or nothing ......
Looking at her sleeping peacefully, I know that she has not entered a grain of rice all day, my heart is like a knife, although I have not eaten a little bit of food for three days, but I am a man ah, I can not let her suffer a little bit of hunger a little bit of aggression. However, I really have no way out, I want to cry, but no tears, I promised her, I will always be the head of the family man, I will never let her feel a little danger, so I have long forgotten the taste of crying. Hey~ It's better to go outside and blow off some cold air, maybe the cold will make me a little less hungry ......
"Little mouse, little mouse, I've been watching you all day, what's wrong? Look at you shivering with hunger." I have long been used to the taste of being forgotten, I can't imagine that there are still people who remember me, I feel a little excited. I looked up, oh, it was the big sister pigeon that flew around every day.
"Um, I couldn't find anything to eat."
"Go to the city, there's plenty of good food in the city. " :)
And she smiled at me. After she said that she flew away, she said, "Just keep going south to the city."
............
The city? In this village, only grandpa has been to the city, when I was a child, grandpa was alive and I told him that the city is full of good food and fun, the white clouds in the sky are all marshmallows, and the stones on the ground are all chocolates.
En! Going to the city, my stomach is not hungry at once. I'm taking my favorite person with me to town.
I woke her up, and I took her with me and begged Uncle Cow, who was going to the city tomorrow with his goods, to give us a ride as a couple, and Uncle Cow took pity on us, and so he gave us his permission, but he told us to hide inside his ears, and not to make a sound, so that his master would not see us.
Hey, I'm so happy, I can go to the city tomorrow, and I won't let my love starve anymore.
The next day early we were in the ears of the cattle uncle, his master a whip, the car set off ......
My wife and I held tightly to the ears of the cattle uncle on the bumps along the way, I do not know how long it was, heard the cattle uncle called us: "Down it, the two little things, the city is here. Two little things, the city is here." I and she together excitedly jumped to the ground, I assisted her bladder, together with the cattle uncle bowed, close to the city to go, far away from hear the cattle uncle rough gasping or sighed ......
I look up at the sky, I can not see the sky, a building covers my vision; I look down to see the ground, I can't see the ground, a block of concrete covered the earth long ago.
My wife and I stood timidly in the corner of the wall, in front of the road in front of the endless stream of people and that a whizzing monster let us dizzy, the noise makes us a headache ...... Here I really feel that I am a foreigner, I can not find a little sense of belonging, I began to miss my hometown to ......
Perhaps there is still some food in the field, perhaps my cousin's wife has changed her mind, perhaps the mice are thinking of their distant relatives ......
But here, I have no courage, I can't do anything. ...... I began to feel a little like crying again.
My wife's eyes were sharp, and she called out shrilly, "Honey, there's a window across the road with lots of cake in it!"
I also saw, I am also excited, the last time to eat cake or her birthday, I desperately from the village head of the family's baby son to snatch a small piece of the hands of the village head of the village head of the baby son, when I was still chasing her ...... heh, so sweet memories, she so like to eat cake. My spirit came at once. I patted my chest, "Let's go over there, I'll help you get that cake!"
I took her hand and began to bravely jump through the people. There were so many people that we jumped around so much that my wife accidentally jumped on a fat woman's shoe, and the fat woman screamed shrilly. Immediately after the whole street people are on our attention over, many people began to use their feet to step on us, with the hands of the magazine to slap us ...... I dead tugged at my wife desperately dodging ...... At this time, I realized that "rats across the street, everyone shouted. I realized that "rats run through the streets and everyone shouts at them." What a terrible thing for us rats.
Fortunately, I saw a sewer in front of me, I pulled my wife jumped in, finally we passed the street. However, I twisted my foot when I jumped into the sewer, I pretended not to care, it did not hurt at all, I did not want her to know the heartache ......
After a while, I looked at the people on the street have forgotten about our two tiny rats, I let her hide in the sewer, I quietly drilled out, I followed the wall root I slithered down the wall and felt my way to the cake store ...... One step, two steps, three steps, I saw the cake, I lunged headlong at the cake ...... "Dang ...... "I obviously hit on what above, but I seem to have nothing in front of me, only the cake, but the head of the big bag is obvious, I used my fingers against the cake and I do have something between, I can not rush through, I do not know what it is, just seems to be transparent but blocked me. Maybe, it was some kind of trick that city people play to deal with us rats. I peeked at the store, it was full of people, the white clothes look so fierce, just now in the street in the danger of the city people filled me with fear, I really do not have the courage to go in broad daylight to go under their noses to coax them to loot their cake. There is no way, I only wait for the dark ......
Back to the sewers, I hugged my wife tightly, I use my ear on her belly, I can't hear my son's voice, I only hear her stomach gurgling ...... Finally, my tears do not Consciously along the corner of the eye hanging down, I choked and said to her: "I'm sorry, let you follow me suffer ......" She just used her hand to touch the large bag on my forehead: "Do you still hurt? Just being with you is the happiest thing ever."
Finally at night, I slipped to the door of the store with her, there is no one in the store, I snuck in through the door with her, I looked around the store everywhere is a cake, I was happy crazy, I hugged her, dead kissed her: "Wife, wife, I finally let you have a full meal." However, soon the cruelty of reality broke my excitement. And the daytime the same, those cakes seem to be what transparent things in into what box, really can't get out, just can see, but can't touch ...... I was so anxious, I'm so anxious ......
" Hubby, there is a piece of cake on the ground." My wife called me.
I looked and there it was. However, I also saw at the same time that next to that cake was a mouse trap, and I knew it was the cake that the townspeople were using as bait to catch us. Unfortunately, it's something we have in that nook of the countryside, and I've seen it before. I thought to myself: I must use a method to help my wife get that cake for her to eat. In fact, this is not difficult to me, in the countryside, I often use my tail in the rat trap under the hook out what I want, and that broken clip can not hurt me in the slightest. But this is the city, and city people are so cunning, their mouse traps might be cunning too. I'd give it up for her!
I got down on the ground and carefully used my tail to gently hook the cake, one inch, two inches, three inches ...... I finally got it out.
I ordered my wife, "You must eat it for the sake of our son."
"No, half for me and half for you."
I couldn't help myself, I forced the cake into her mouth. "Eat it!" I told her viciously. It was the first time since we got married that I had spoken to her in a loud voice.
Not much time passed, my wife suddenly rolled all over the ground and screamed loudly, "It hurts me, it hurts me ......"
My heart thumped. Finished, the city people are too bad, not only used a mouse trap, even do the bait in the cake also put the rat poison ...... country people never under this chain of traps ...... city people are too cunning ... ...
"I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty ......" the wife called out with a loud cry.
I looked everywhere for water like crazy, but there wasn't a single drop of water in the whole house, not even a single drop ......
Oh yes, I still have saliva ......I turned to her mouth and secreted saliva in large quantities from my own throat, and I spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat and spat. ......
I have never felt that death comes and I am so close, I dead hold her, crazy to help her wipe off the corners of the mouth of the blood foam, but over and over and over again, I wipe the speed is far from keeping up with the speed of it gushing out. A lifetime, a lifetime has never been so awake, I realized: she will leave me forever, I will lose her forever ......
I do not cry, I do not cry, I do not cry, I do not cry ...... I do not want to cry at all! ......
Holding her in my arms, I gently jumped onto the side of the mouse trap, "Kapa-" I clearly heard the sound of my backbone being snapped.
But, I don't hurt, I don't hurt, I don't hurt, I don't hurt ...... I don't hurt at all ......
I kissed her face, silently thinking of the last words I wanted to say to her: "If there is a afterlife, let's still be a pair of tiny mice, stupidly in love with each other, dumbly living our lives, clumsily falling in love, foolishly together, even if the snow closes the mountains, we can still nestle in the warm grass, hold you tightly, gently biting your ear ......"
And then I'll give you 6 more touching little Stories
1:A rose
A gentleman stopped his car in front of a florist's store, he was going to order a bouquet of flowers from the florist's store and ask them to send it to his mother, who was far away from his hometown.
As the gentleman was about to walk into the store, he noticed a little girl sitting on the road crying. The gentleman walked up to the little girl and asked her,
"Child, why are you sitting here crying?"
"I want to buy a rose for my mom, but I don't have enough money." The child said. The gentleman felt heartbroken to hear this.
"So?" So the gentleman took the little girl by the hand and went into the flower store, ordered a bouquet of flowers for her mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl. As he walked out of the flower store, the gentleman offered the little girl a ride home.
"Do you really want to drive me home?"
"Of course!"
"Then you can take me to my mom's place. But uncle, where my mom lives, it's far from here."
"I should have known better than to drive you." The gentleman said jokingly.
The gentleman drove on as the little girl told him, but he didn't expect to come to a cemetery after walking out of the city, following the winding mountain road. The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave, having traveled a long way to present a rose to her mother, who had passed away a month earlier. The gentleman dropped the girl off at home and then returned to the florist again. He canceled the bouquet he was sending to her and instead bought a large bouquet of flowers and headed straight to her home, a five-hour drive away, to present them to her in person.
A rose
It is better to have a grand funeral for the deceased
than to do a good job of honoring him while he is still alive
.
2:The Unlocked Door
A mother and daughter live in a remote cottage in a small village in the countryside. The mother is afraid of burglary and always chains three locks on the doorknob at night, while the daughter is tired of the boring and unchanging country life that resembles a painting in the landscape, and longs for the city, wanting to go to see the gorgeous world that she has imagined through the radio. Early one morning, the daughter leaves her mother's side in pursuit of her illusory dream. She sneaks away from home while her mother sleeps.
"Mom, please pretend you don't have a daughter. Unfortunately, the world was not as beautiful as she had imagined it to be. Without realizing it, she was on a path of degradation, sinking deeper into the muck from which she could not extricate herself, and it was then that she realized her own faults.
"Mom!" After ten years, the daughter, who had grown up, returned to her hometown, dragging her broken heart and wretched body with her.
It was late at night when she returned home, and a faint light seeped through the doorway. She knocked gently on the door, but suddenly had a bad feeling. Her daughter startled her as she wrenched open the door. "How strange, mother never forgot to lock the door before." Her mother's thin body was curled up on the cold floor, asleep in a heartbreaking fashion.
"Mom? Mom?" Hearing her daughter's cries, the mother opened her eyes and without a word wrapped her arms around her daughter's tired shoulders. After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, the daughter suddenly asked curiously, "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today, what if someone breaks in?
The mother replied, "It's not just today, I'm afraid you won't be able to get in at night, so I haven't locked the door in ten years.
The mother waited for her daughter's return for ten years, and her daughter's room was decorated as it had been in the past. That night, the mother and daughter reverted to the way they were ten years ago, locked the door tightly and went to sleep.
The Unlocked Door
The love of family is the cradle of hope,
Thanks to the warmth of home,
giving the motivation to keep growing.
3:Hair in the lunchbox
In those poor days, many students could not even afford to bring a decent lunchbox to school, and that was the case with the student next to me. While his meals were always blackened edamame, mine often consisted of ham and poached eggs, which was a far cry from what I was used to.
And this one, he would always pick his hair out of his lunchbox before eating it as if nothing had happened. This uncomfortable discovery continued.
"I can see how slovenly **Mom** is, to have hair in her lunch every day." The classmates whispered privately. In order to take care of the self-esteem of the classmates and not to show it, they always felt dirty, so their impression of the classmates began to be greatly diminished. One day, after school was over, he called out to me, "If there's nothing else to do, why don't you come over to my house and play? Although I didn't want to, it was the first time since I was in the same class that he invited me to his home, so I was too embarrassed to turn him down.
With my friend, I went to a poor village located in the steepest terrain of Seoul.
"Mom, I brought my friend." After hearing the excited voice of his classmate, the door of the room opened. His aged mother appeared in the doorway.
"My son's friend is here, let me see." But his mother, who had stepped out of the room, only touched the beam outside the door. It turned out that she was blind in both eyes.
I felt a pang of sadness in my nose and couldn't say a word. Although my classmate's bento dish was made of edamame every day, it was packed by my mother, who was blind, and it was not just a lunch, but also my mother's love, and even the hair that was mixed in was my mother's love as well.
Hair in the lunchbox
Preconceived notions
often affect the pattern of a person's life,
More observation, more exploration,
will have more unexpected discoveries.
4:The Postman Who Grows Flowers
There was a middle-aged letter carrier in a small village who, from the age of twenty, began to travel fifty kilometers every day to deliver stories of joy and sorrow to the homes of the residents day after day. Twenty years have passed in a flash, people and things have changed several times, but the road from the post office to the village, from the past to the present, has never had a branch or a half leaf, and there is only dust as far as the eye can see.
"How long will we have to walk this desolate road?" he said.
He felt a sense of regret at the thought of having to spend his life pedaling along this flowerless, tree-less, dusty road.
One day when he had finished delivering the letter and was ready to go back with a heavy heart, he happened to pass a flower store. "Yes, this is it!" He went into the flower store, bought a handful of wildflower seeds, and from the next day onward, he took them with him and scattered them on the road. And so, for a day, two days, a month, two months? he continued to scatter wildflower seeds.
In no time at all, the desolate road, which had been traveled back and forth for twenty years, began to blossom with red and yellow flowers; summer flowers in summer, autumn flowers in autumn, and all seasons in full bloom, never stopping.
The seeds and the scent of the flowers were more delightful to the people of the village than any piece of mail the letter carrier had ever delivered in his life.
The letter carrier who whistles and pedals along roads filled not with dust but with petals is no longer a lonely letter carrier or a sad one.
The letter carrier who plants flowers
Life is like a white horse,
Time flies,
Why not leave behind a good deed,
To provide a cool ride for the future generations?
5:The Hundredth Customer
The noon rush hour had passed, and the customers had dispersed from the crowded snack bar, and the owner was about to take a breath and leaf through the newspaper when someone walked in. It was a grandmother and a little boy.
"How much does a bowl of beef soup and rice cost?" The grandmother sat down and took out her money pouch and counted the money and ordered a bowl of soup and rice, steaming hot soup and rice. Grandma pushed the bowl in front of her grandson, and the boy swallowed and looked at his grandmother and said,
"Grandma, did you really have lunch?" "Of course." The grandmother chewed slowly on a piece of radish pickle. In the blink of an eye, the boy had devoured his bowl of rice.
Seeing this sight, the owner walked up to the two men and said, "Congratulations, old lady, you're in luck today, you're our hundredth customer, so it's free." One day, a month or so later, the little boy squatted across the street from the snack bar, counting something, causing the owner, who had been looking out the window, to jump.
It turned out that every time the boy saw a customer come into the store, he would put a small stone into the circle he had drawn, but the lunch hour was almost over and there were not even 50 small stones.
Anxious, the owner called all his regular customers, "Are you busy? I want you to come and have a bowl of soup and rice, it's on me today." After calling many people like this, customers began to arrive one by one. "Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three?" The little boy counted faster and faster. Finally when the ninety-ninth small stone was put into the circle of ?
At that moment, the boy hurriedly took his grandmother's hand and went into the snack bar.
"Grandma, this time it's my treat." The little boy said with a bit of triumph. The grandmother, who had truly become the hundredth guest, had her grandson entertained with a steaming bowl of beef soup and rice. And the little boy took a piece of radish kimchi and chewed it in his mouth just like his grandmother did before.
"Send a bowl to the boy too." The boss's wife said intolerantly.
"That little boy is now learning that he will be full even if he doesn't eat!" The boss replied.
Hooray? The grandmother, who was eating heartily, asked her little grandson, "Should I save some for you?"
Unexpectedly, the little boy patted his little tummy and said to his grandmother, "No, I'm very full, grandma, you see?".
The Hundredth Guest
One thought of kindness helps to grow a seedling,
A seedling can become a forest,
Everyone has love, society has love.
6:The World's Best Noodles
He was a single father raising a seven-year-old boy. Whenever the child comes back from playing with his friends and getting hurt, he feels the lack of his deceased wife's legacy especially y, and his heart can't help but send out a sad whimper. This happened on the day he left his child behind on a business trip. Because he had to catch a train, he didn't have time to eat breakfast with his child, so he left the house in a hurry. Along the way, he worried about whether the child had eaten and whether he would cry. Even when he arrived at the place of business trip, he called home from time to time. But the child always told him not to worry. However, because of the anxiety in my heart, I hastily finished my business and set off for home. He was relieved when his child was already asleep when he got home. The fatigue of the journey had left him weak all over. When he was about to go to bed, he was suddenly surprised: under the quilt, there was a bowl of spilled noodles!
"That boy!" He was so angry that he hit his sleeping son's buttocks hard.
"Why are you so misbehaving and making dad angry? You've been so naughty, getting the quilt? Who are you going to wash it for?" It was the first time he had physically punished a child since his wife passed away.
"I didn't?" The child huffed in defense, "I haven't been naughty, this? It's for Daddy's dinner."
It turned out that the child had made two bowls of instant noodles, one for himself and the other for his father, to coincide with his father's return home. But because he was afraid that his bowl of noodles would get cold, he put it under a quilt to keep it warm.
Daddy listened and hugged his child tightly without saying a word. He looked at the remaining half of the bowl of noodles that had soaked up, "Ah ! The most delicious instant noodles in the world," he said, looking at the remaining half of the bowl. This is the most delicious instant noodles in the world.
The most delicious instant noodles in the world
Children, even if they are young,
have dignity,
If parents realize that they have wronged their children,
be brave and say,
"I'm sorry! .
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