Turning around is a lifetime, what are you waiting for? Daping sang a song "filial piety to father and mother" and cried you and me --
Do you often remember
Who raised you
Turning around is a lifetime, what are you waiting for? Daping sang a song "filial piety to father and mother" and cried you and me --
Do you often remember
Who raised you
Do you remember
Who wiped your tears for you ......
You sing You are the one who has been poking and prodding the tears in the hearts of all the children of the world!
Filial Piety to Father and Mother Da Ping - Filial Piety to Father and Mother
My old man -
I remember that at the age of fifty-eight, on your thighs, which were bursting with countless earthworm-like tendons, there was a picture of a hunched upper body, bending down to a height of only one meter and three quarters. The height is only one meter three four. From the front to see you, can only see you that completely bald head door heart.
However, when my father was in his prime, he was originally a tall and powerful man who was seven feet tall.
It turned out that my old man "a straw raincoat rain Renpingping life". He and my frail mother, first of all, must be one hundred and twenty times the hard work, in order to feed their seven children grew up. The most overloaded and extreme is the Great Leap Forward, twice to participate in the hard to describe Kaotian Reservoir and Yangxin Reservoir two years of war, almost to the life of these two reservoirs. When the people's commune and agriculture learn from Dazhai, the heaviest and most exhausting hard work on the team was almost wrapped up by him. Three years of natural disasters, that "a blow three waves" gruel, their generation of people starved to the front stomach skin close to the backbone, but also to support the collapse of the body of the top of the sky to Yugong Yishan and release "satellite". When he was fighting for his life against the sky, he also had to accept the criticisms of the poor and lower-middle peasants against him, the son of his father, who had been a bailiff in the old society, as well as the bad ideas of the rich middle peasants in the red wave of "fighting against people". Therefore, I want to emphasize again and again that even though my father, like the "Dou Er Mo" style Wu Xun, begged for his life, resigned himself to his fate, pretended to be a goat and ate grass, and tried to save his own life, although he survived the era that made him tremble with fear and trembling, he was finally bent by the overloaded two mountains of the change of heaven and earth and the class struggle, and he was able to bend his straight and upright spine. spine.
"The nine states are angry with the wind and thunder, and the ten thousand horses are sad." The years of the stampede have come!
Finally, the spring breeze has blown red stamens. Over the age of armor waist hunchback arch of the old man, joyful gait steady, bright to the reform and opening up of the times, meandering towards the ......
From then on, the square dancing, drums and flowers, enjoy the moon and drink, the poolside fishing, has been the old man to enjoy the most cozy well-off life.
Later, I also took the state salary, family life like falling into the honey pot as sweet. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way. But he was accustomed to a lifetime of labor, still with the will and strength of the life of endless labor, practiced not to fall down the magnificent promise of life: "This man, can not run to walk, can not walk to climb ......."
"The Red Army is not afraid of the difficult expedition, ten thousand waters and thousands of mountains just waiting for leisure." This Red Army is not to climb the snowy mountains across the grassland, climbed 25,000 miles, climbed out of the rich and powerful new China? My old man is not also from his straight spine has been climbing to his waist hump back arch, climbed out of our family's happy life?
After the reform and opening up, my old man is still crawling for his children and grandchildren to play out the sunset red residual heat, divided into farmland when the partnership to share the plowing ox, whenever it is my turn to stock up on him. When my old man wearing a pair of placket shirt holding cattle idle put, hale and hearty him, like the Song Dynasty Zhao Mengjian "three friends of the year" in the famous painting of the frost and snow of the pine, bamboo, plum, maverick in the wilderness of the sky low tree above the wilderness, so that the tall and straight poplars are also for the standing homage!
Later, he really can't walk, do some sun grain watch chickens, picking vegetables, pinching vegetables and planing yams and other things within their reach. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all at the same time.
At the age of seventy-three, my father was admitted to the hospital. At the moment of his life is about to really want to go away, he returned to the light, but also really, is the last time from the hospital couch climbed down to the ground, staggering around in circles, stiff hands all over the place to touch, the mouth kept mumbling: "my fire poker, fire poker where ......
I remember the first month of that year, my six pairs of sisters, brothers-in-law and grandchildren, how much I would like to accompany my old man to make a feast of the Lantern Festival of the Chinese New Year, but -
Wind sadness day twilight. I mourned the destruction of bones standing in the middle of that first nine days of the first month of the wind whistling long night clouds long despair, long kneeling on the ground, woefully bawling -
I no longer have my old dad!
"That night shook all the warp beams, not for the superlative only to touch your fingertips ......"
Time is fixed in 1918 - 1991! "The spring silkworm is not finished until it dies, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry." Isn't it exactly the portrayal of my old man's glorious image of that old generation of Chinese farmers who bowed and died?
My mother--
I remember, after my father died, you endured great grief, at the age of sixty-seven years old, you are still working.
At that time, my three sons and daughters were in elementary school, junior high school and high school. The first time I saw this was when the school fees were the most expensive. You know, just rely on my meager salary for three children to study that is just a drop in the bucket. So, in addition to doing a few acres of responsible farming, my wife also opened a small store to earn a little money for the children to study. As you can imagine, my wife simply did not have the time to take care of the household chores. During holidays, I have to help the store to make goods, do the heavy work in the fields such as farming and harvesting, and also have no time to take care of household chores. The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Whenever the farmland is divided into households and the plowing oxen are put into my house for a week, my mother is very busy. She is always up before dawn, rush to finish the chores after going out to herd cattle, every day hard to put the cattle full. The first time I saw her was when she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl.
The daughter-in-law was busy with her business and didn't have time to plant a vegetable garden. She always swung a shovel and turned the soil to make the beds, planting vegetables, planting miscellaneous food, picking manure and watering vegetables. My wife and I never wanted her to do this heavy physical labor. She laughed and said, "The cart is not down, just push, move a hand to help you a hand!"
At the age of seventy-two in 1996, in order to earn money to better let the three children go to college, his wife went to Jiujiang for business, and then bought a house in the city settled down. I was surprised to see my elderly mom standing all alone, hanging by a thread. In addition to a few big holidays a year to get her to Jiujiang to live for three months, the rest of the time, because she is not used to the city life on the fixed in the old home, actually also become an empty nest old man. Although I go home every week to visit her, but because of the busy schedule, sometimes also two or three weeks did not go home to see her. But my mom took the bus to visit me at school, despite her old age and frail health. I blamed her, guess what she said: "son ah, you did not come home for two or three weeks, I miss you ah!"
Sometimes, old family members run into me on the street, saying that my mom is sick again. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, but I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her. I was always surprised when I asked her, "Mom, aren't you sick? How come you got better as soon as I got home?" Mom smiled and said slyly, "That's a heart disease. The first time I saw my son, I was not sick anymore."
Mom's happy confession made me giggle. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
My mom's six daughters always gave her money to buy some food when they came to visit her. Mom's savings alone amounted to one or two thousand dollars a year. But she never want to spend, save it in a small red cloth sewn money bag. Every year, when she came to Jiujiang to celebrate the New Year in the month of Lunar New Year, she gave this money to me. Since settling down in Jiujiang for more than ten years, this has been the case every year. I always blamed her for being so economical. Guess what she said: "son ah, you gateway, three children in high school and college, high tuition and living costs, mortgage more than 100,000, live on the street everywhere to spend money, annual expenditure of 50,000 to 60,000, I really anxious for you to sleep, I can help a little less anxious. If I can help a little, I'll be less anxious. I've got food and drink to enjoy with you, what else do I need money for? I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it work for you.
This is really the water in the nostrils to the bottom of the flow! The mother's words of love, said my heart surging, tears stained the lapel. When my mom saw me shed tears of gratitude, her face also bloomed a happy sweet and beautiful clouds.
There is such a mother in the world, in her eighties and nineties, but also to save money to her son to send the New Year's red packet. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Mom stayed at home for more than a decade, my three sons and daughters study holiday living and household chores, completely by mom to carry the burden. The sweat of exertion flows on the forehead of the mother full of grooves; calloused fingers, leaving the old mother in the burnt cream in the sundial, washing and mending was that a steel needle poked the hole marks. She wore presbyopia glasses, with dexterous hands, a pair of thousand layer bottom shoes, so that her children and grandchildren wearing this thick shoes, to go to the world of practical. The thimble on her finger is the most precious evidence of her life's hard labor.
My mom!
Mom is so life, labor, until she was eighty-seven years old when the stroke only stopped. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. I know, that is "old mother one hundred years old, often read the eighty children" the sound and smile of the return of the light, but also the natural flow of the great mother's love will never dry up. The last moment to look at the mother is still so much love for the child's haggard appearance, how do not call the child steep up scratching the heart of the grief it?
Mother's illness in three years, although the major hospitals carefully treatment, but finally dry lights out.
I ah, and mourn the destruction of bone standing in the wind sad day twilight dashing autumn in despair, long kneeling on the ground, wailing -
I no longer have a mother ah!
"That night shook all the scripture tube, not for superdegree only to touch your fingertips ......"
Old father and mother ah! My deep memories and nostalgia for you, not the rapids, not the waterfalls, it is the flowers and trees under the cover of the song of the dry well, at this time no sound is better than sound ah!
Some years ago, CCTV broadcast news, the insertion of the familiar public service announcements are still fresh in our minds -
"When you go to college, mom will enjoy the blessing; when you get married, have a child, mom will enjoy the blessing.
"Grandma, when I grow up, I'll let you enjoy your happiness!"
"Don't let the wait, become regret ......"
This PSA makes people weep and wipe their chests with a long sigh. I thought, those wonderful flower singing the praises of fatherhood and motherhood the most beautiful poem, at best, but is also considered to be "don't let regrets become wait" a little redemption. Enjoying the blessings and enjoying the blessings again, may I ask, the world's parents in the end to enjoy how many blessings? My father and mother, is in we always want to let them enjoy a few more years in the waiting, day by day old. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it!
My father and mother, you -
hard-working and thrifty,
six women and a man breeding people.
We've been working hard all our lives,
and we've put our hearts and souls into it.
Father's grace is heavy, mother's love is deep.
The spring sunshine feeds the baby with love,
The lamb kneels down to breastfeed the grass heart.
A father's love is a pair of hands that create the world for his son, but seeks courage and strength;
A mother's love is a pair of shoes that walk the world for her son, and seeks silence and dedication.
In the face of a thousand kindnesses from my father and mother, I can only repay them in my next life.......
December 15, 2020 in Jiujiang
Author's introduction: Zhang Guanrong, pen name Xianglaojiu, retired teacher of Huangmei County Branch Road High School