In life, if we only think of ourselves, we may leave the trouble to ourselves; when there are others in your heart, others also give you convenience without realizing it.
Having others in mind
On Saturday, my mother and I and a few aunts and uncles were ready to take the elevator downstairs on the sixth floor.
We had already entered the elevator and pressed the 1st floor, and the door was just about to close when we heard someone outside shouting, "Wait!" So an uncle blocked the elevator door, outside pushing a motorized bicycle aunt to enter the elevator, but the inside has been 5, 6 people, certainly can not hold. The aunt said, "That elevator isn't open, and I'm in a hurry!" He went in without saying a word. He had one hand on the handlebar and the other on the car seat, and both the car and the person were coming in, when the elevator door closed, pinching her hand on the car seat. Auntie ah ah ah, hastily push open the elevator door with his hand, and then he finally squeezed in. But 5, 6 people plus a bike, everyone body each other crowded in a space of less than two square meters, it is really difficult.
The elevator door finally opened, everyone at once crowded out, just out, began to complain up that aunt. "God, today how so unlucky!" And the aunty kept blowing her "wounded" hand.
This is, I think: the aunt why bitter? I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm not sure what I'm doing, and I'm not sure what I'm doing.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house.
In life, if we only think of ourselves, we may leave the trouble to ourselves; when there are others in the heart, others are also unknowingly give you convenience
There are always others in the heart Maybe God created mankind, the tenderness and consideration to the mother, the cold and clumsy to the father! But when God created my parents, a strange idea appeared in his mind: to give my father the tenderness that my mother had, and to give my mother the severity that my father had. Mother's love and father's love coalesced together like the light from the sun, right? No! Much softer than the sun's rays, it can make the muddy heart in a moment, become crystal clear ...... mention of "father", I feel both rusty and intimate, I can not use words to express my feelings at this time. I can't express in words what I feel at this moment in my heart! What does a father look like? I closed my tired eyes, my brain hard to turn ...... Oh! Father has a tall back and square shoulders. Last summer I saw that his back was already slightly hunched, and I knew that it was humped by the burden of this family. My eyes have shed many tears, but the liquid at this time, is so sincere. I have never shed tears for my father, and I have only complained to him, I am an unfilial daughter! I saw my black hair in the mirror, remembered my father's fluffy hair, my father's hair is too much, like a hornet's nest, my mother always affectionately called him this "hornet's nest" nickname! I've often heard old people say that people with a lot of hair have a hard life. The old man was right, my father always left early and came home late, day and night for the family busy, running around. My father was simple, honest and kind, he loved me and he loved the family. I remember my childhood, there is always a big and small figure of my father and me. When I was young, my father would pick me up when he was off work and tie my tender little face with his black beard, and I would always giggle. After eating a delicious meal made by my father, he would always take me for a walk and tell me some of his made-up stories. What about me? I was always his most faithful listener. My father had studied for three years and could read very little. My father didn't want his children to go to school like he did, so he always tried his hardest not to let us suffer even a little bit. Gradually, I grew up and had more so-called "important things" to care about. I don't know when, "father", was dumped in a lonely corner of my mind, slowly will be blurred, if not for that incident ...... It was a summer vacation, I went to my father's place. After only a few days, my father took me to my aunt's house to play. My aunt's place was fun! Two cousins, a cousin, and a cute little dog, they were all my playmates. There was a children's playground near my aunt's house, and I was obsessed with it. I stammered to my father, "Daddy, I-I want to play in-this-this place." I could barely hear myself at the time, and my father didn't answer me (I later realized he didn't even hear me). I was disappointed, yet I couldn't control the desire in my heart; it was like a hungry puppy seeing a meaty bone, how could you make it control itself not to pounce on it? That afternoon, I begged my cousin to take me to the square to hide and we would come out as soon as my father left. Just as my father was about to leave, my cousin happened to come home to "scout for information", and my father realized that I was not with my cousin, so he hurriedly asked my cousin: "Yiyi (my cousin's nickname), have you seen your cousin?" Yiyi wanted me to play here so badly that she lied, "No, no, cousin hasn't been with us!" When my father heard this, he panicked and rushed around my aunt's house looking for me. Later, my father thought I was lost outside, so he borrowed a bicycle from someone else and dustily traveled the streets and alleys looking for me like a madman. He crossed the busy highway, ran through the bustling market ...... I do not know how long I walked, I do not know how many places to find, he still did not find half a clue. He was about to give up the search, go home and aunt to discuss the police, just at this time, he passed by the playground to see me playing teeter-totter. My father approached me and pulled me off the teeter-totter. I didn't dare to look at him, but I stole a glance at him, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes looked like they were about to come out of their sockets. My father raised his big, sinewy hands high in the air, and I closed my eyes in fear, thinking he was going to hit me. After waiting for a long time, the expected slap did not fall, I squinted my eyes and saw my father's hand raised in front of his head dropped weakly. He wrapped his arms around me, so tightly that I could hardly breathe, and the tall man was shaking slightly! Later, I really do not know, I really can not remember, but "father" in my heart actually clear up. Perhaps there is an invisible rope in the netherworld, the father and my mind tied together, cut constantly, cut constantly, only more and more tight, more and more tight, forever and ever can not be separated......