We are all here in this world for people, not to be God's, their own things can see clearly still two say it, not to mention other people's home things. If people really have a good story, you might as well take up the pen and write a very artistic novel and publish it, how good would that be? Why make such a problem out of it? [
Personal opinion!
The money society, the human feelings are as thin as paper!
This year, I went through a few red and white things, and I was y touched.
My brother-in-law's old father died, he left the village into the city only ten years. The first time I saw him, he was a good man, and he often went back to the village to do what he did. And long years as the village elementary school principal, personally cultivated and educated many villagers children. After dying in the hospital, my brother-in-law hired a funeral processor. Carrying the coffin into the village buried in the ancestral tomb, the whole village only one family went up the mountain to send a piece of soil paper. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley!
My two aunts died this year, busy with the funeral are their children and both immediate family. The coffin, Xieng Khouang are hired funeral a dragon. The two of them have been in the same place for a long time, but they have not been in the same place for a long time.
Economic development, living standards have improved. But family, friendship, and township are getting fainter and fainter. In addition to interests, money, nothing else.
Before answering this question, let's tell a true story, which happened in my hometown village.
We are a village, all with one surname, Li. When I was in junior high school to high school, there was a big brother in our village, working as a cadre in the commune, this big brother is especially petty, according to the rural people, that is, will not come to things. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, so I'm going to try to be a part of it," he said.
One summer, we all went to the street to pay grain. Our village, an uncle drove an oxcart from the direction of the grain depot over, through the gate of the commune compound, the payment of rations are the summer heat, the weather is hot, plus back and forth to carry wheat a lot of sweat, thirsty. Into the courtyard of the commune, to the well, bring a bucket of cool water to drink water. Before drinking the water, uncle saw when the cadre brother, the brother also saw uncle, quickly turned his back on the face. The uncle also saw him at that time. After the uncle had drunk the cool water, this brother stepped over his face and said, "Uncle, you have come to pay the rations, and I have something for me to take home."
Afterwards, I heard people say, the uncle is angry, I drink cold water before you call me to your office to drink boiled water, I will not go. Because it is hot to drink cool water to quench your thirst. Big brother should not turn his back and pretend not to see.
This big brother's family, no matter what the matter, red and white, or other things, a blanket village no one to go, even his closest are not on the front. On the contrary, the other family, is the village of the ordinary people, home if there is a red and white wedding, overcrowded. If there are other things, everyone is happy to help.
The subject said driving a Bentley, back to the village mourning their mother, no one to help, the village people in the square dance, so that the old mother from the coffin turned out. The Bentley is a great example of the kind of car that can be used to show off a family of people who have the money to show off, and the people in the countryside are the most annoyed by it. Either like our village big brother petty, will not come to things. I was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside, know that farmers have a stubborn temper, you show off, you petty, you will not come to things, when you have something to do, take the money to hire people, the village will not do. Return over, no need to spend money, uninvited.