Time flies and time waits for no one. Yes, time never mistreats anyone, but it never treats anyone well. Time is like a sharp sword. No, it is really a double-edged sword. Time makes our babbling babies who can never walk or eat old, but it also makes our parents old. ...
Years have left traces of vicissitudes on their cheeks and foreheads. Time flies, more than ten years, I have become a slim girl, and my parents already have silver silk. I still remember having hot meals when I came home from school every day. Four dishes and one soup, simple but harmonious. I think as long as I can see my parents' smiling faces every day, it is the greatest happiness. Another afternoon as usual, I came home from school happily and wanted to tell my parents that my grades today have been greatly improved, with more than 90 points. I'm really happy. I wanted to tell my parents the good news, but I knocked on the door and there was no sound inside. At this time, the neighbor came out with a bad expression. He said faintly, "Little girl, your father is ill." Looking at my neighbor's unhappy eyebrows, I began to bang drums in my heart, and suddenly I had a bad feeling. I don't know how I got the key from my neighbor. The whole person was shocked.
When I entered the room, it was obviously the same room and the same decoration, but it was not hot at all, and there was no one. There are only a few dishes on the table, which are empty, leaving me alone. After finishing my homework, I ate some rice and lay in bed, but I couldn't sleep. Finally, when my mother came back after nine o'clock, her eyebrows were cold, as if her whole body was shrouded in a sad atmosphere, as if she had lost a lot of weight in one day. I don't feel sleepy at all I suddenly woke up and asked, "Mom, what happened to Dad?" Mom wriggled a few times at the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Your dad, his blood sugar and blood pressure are a little high. He is in a coma and is in hospital today. He just woke up, but he is much better. Don't worry, I'm just a little tired. " I suddenly felt sad and asked, "Then why don't you go to the hospital to take care of dad for a while?" Mom smiled: "Your dad woke up and let me see if you ate. I'm afraid you're worried ..." Suddenly my tears fell uncontrollably. I always know that although my parents look ordinary, our family is not particularly rich, just well-off, but I am very happy. My parents care about me and love me wholeheartedly. How many people long for family harmony and happiness? Originally, I wouldn't cry easily, but suddenly I thought of my father's physical condition. A few years later, he also quickly entered his fifties, and his health became worse and worse. Sangao is getting closer and closer to him. I didn't expect him to be old one day. He used to be an athlete, but now he is lying in a hospital bed. ...
Yes, our parents will be old, too Time will never be kind to them. Time will always be kind to us. By the time we can grow up and protect them, they will be old. If we don't know filial piety and gratitude now, then we really don't deserve to be children. Since time is not kind to our parents, please be kind to our parents. ...
If I can go back in time, I want to go back to my childhood. At that time, my parents had not been polished by the years, and my body was as healthy and tough as ever. But I am still the child who knows nothing, but I am inexplicably happy because of their existence.
I know, no matter how much I want it, how fantasy it is. Parents can't go back to that time. Time will not sympathize with anyone. It is the most ruthless existence, but it is also the longest existence. Time can take away the most important relatives around you, but it can't take away the eternal mourning of the living for the relatives around you. Looking back now, my parents not only gave birth to me, raised me and raised me, but also placed high hopes on me. Although their cultural level is low, they didn't put too much pressure on my study.
Today, I didn't get into a good university. I work outside very early and seldom go back on holidays. I often talk to my mother on the phone, sometimes for more than an hour. I know that my mother is alone in an empty house now, and it is inevitable that she will feel lonely. When the children grow up, they all work outside, and the mother is worried about the children except loneliness, worrying about this and that.
Now, my father still hasn't stopped his work, working day and night at the construction site until dark. I know that my father usually scrimps and saves, and his clothes are rarely changed all the year round. I remember that my father wore clothes with many sweat stains. Over time, if it can't be washed out, it will leave a stain and still refuse to change it. In my childhood memory, my father's memory is not much, because my father worked outside for many years, and I can only see him on holidays. I once dreamed that my father came home with a candy that children like to eat. I threw myself into my father's arms with joy, but when I woke up, I looked around and realized that it was just a dream.
My parents are old now. Time has scratched a knife mark on their faces, and they can't afford to waste time any more. I can only watch them grow old and spend more time with them in a limited time. Don't wait until the tragedy that children want to support their loved ones is staged before they regret themselves. Why not spend more time with them?
My parents are old now. When I was young, my parents grew up with me. Now, it's my turn to hold your hand and accompany you to the last moment of my life.
My brother works in other places and hasn't called home for several weeks. My 60-year-old mother is worried that she can't sleep well.
On the phone, my mother's endless complaints made me very sad. My brother's cell phone has been turned off, so I have to call anxiously. There is no better way than comfort. Considering that my brother has been away for many years, he should be fine. But my mother stayed up all night because she was too worried. At this time, she was so pale and powerless. Being in a foreign land, you can only comfort and persuade over and over again through a long telephone line. I'm really afraid that she will hurt her health because she thinks too much.
Being in a foreign land, no matter how hard you work and how tired your life is, you should also remember your distant relatives. Even if you are disappointed, or occasionally have a little trouble, you can't forget to wait for your lamp in the distance. Recalling my mother's hard life, my eyes are often filled with tears. The early death of my father made my mother raise young us alone for decades and suffered many hardships unimaginable to ordinary people. When all the children grow up, they have to worry about their stubborn son. It is said that the daughter is the mother's "intimate little cotton-padded jacket". When the biting wind and rain hit, my former "little cotton-padded jacket" was often busy with my small family. Leaving my mother alone to look at that lonely old house, I am eager to see it.
In a trance, it seems to be back to childhood. I fell down again and again in the rough, and cried several times in the wind and rain. It is mother who gives us endless care and invisible strength with her warm arms. It is also my mother, who propped up a bright sunny day for us with her strength and self-confidence. When we hurried by, in the fleeting time, we grew up day by day, while our mother was getting old. Stumbling steps and no longer bright eyes have become unspeakable pains in my heart. Every time I go home, I see her hair getting whiter and whiter, and her waist is no longer straight. In addition to the pain, the heart is also deeply guilty. I really don't know what else I can do to stretch my mother's locked brow and brush away the deep depression in her eyes. Mother's fatigue, like a stone, weighs on my heart.
I pray that the wind in the world will get lighter and lighter when passing my mother. I also wish that when the dusty rain passes by my mother, it will get smaller and smaller. I really want to give my hard-working mother a rest. It's just that my mother is really tired. Decades of time, wind and rain. Faced with an ill-fated fate, she exhausted everything for a broken family and several young children. Now, sitting on the threshold of old age, bearing my own loneliness and listening to my inner emptiness. In the autumn leaves, I picked up the lingering temperature memory.
Mom always said: When I was a child, I always looked forward to your growth. When I grow up, I always have an endless heart. Yeah, I didn't expect much when I was a child. Grow up like a kite flying in the sky, you can't even drag it. Only infinite care is left to the mother. That boundless concern made her lost in it and she could never find herself again. The elderly mother is still concerned about her son's safety and her daughter's health. Her heart is full of things, except her daughter's parents, which are her son's daily necessities.
I often recall my unprovoked rebellion when I was a child, which often made my mother angry and shed tears. In retrospect, I really regret it. When I grew up, every time I traveled, my mother waved goodbye and became the warmest scenery in my eyes. Every short meeting, I can't get enough of my mother's humble meals, listen to my mother's ancient songs and watch my mother's charitable face. That wisp of white hair, that road in Zou Wen, accompanied by a sigh and a melancholy word, will make me burst into tears. How I want to hold my mother's calloused hand, smell the flowers on the branches in spring with her, listen to the cicadas in the shade in summer, look at the fiery maple leaves in the forest in late autumn, and look at the wonderful snow in the winter sky. But the cycle of the four seasons can't replace the mother's hard work. I just mowed the field, so I have to fertilize it. Her thin figure often stands side by side with crops and seedlings. Her torn hands are always connected with the heart of the hoe and sickle. I really want to stop her busy steps, put down the burden on her shoulders and stretch her sore waist. I really want my tired mother to have a rest and have a rest again. But she always smiles: I'm not tired, son. Actually, it's not tiring. Rough deformed hands and painful cervical and lumbar vertebrae are all merciless "gifts" of the years. Mom, mom, I think of your hard work and perseverance. My daughter's tears are always raining.
I clearly remember that when I was eleven years old, my 86-year-old grandmother with little feet accidentally fell down and couldn't stand up again. My simple and kind parents stood in front of the bed, served rice and tea, lifted them up and put them down, and waited day and night in turn. I haven't heard a single complaint for months. Every morning, instead of my father whose eyes were bloodshot and stayed up all night, my mother continued to scrub and turn over for my grandmother. So that grandma is still thinking about the filial piety of her son and daughter-in-law when she is dying. My parents' filial piety to my grandmother has been deeply implanted in my heart. In the staggered cycle of time, my mother is also old. I will treat her as well as she treats her grandmother.
When parents are old, can their stumbling steps and aging figures still touch the tenderness in our hearts? When loneliness rushes to them like a flood, will our hearts still hurt? What parents care about is our safety. Will parents' health also become our concern? I always remember that when I was a child, if someone in the village was unfilial to their parents, there would always be people pointing fingers behind their backs. There will always be respected elders lamenting that parents' hearts are in their children and children's hearts are in stones. In this discourse, there are accusations and exhortations. Accusing those unfilial offspring, lambs know how to kneel and eat milk, but they are born as human beings, but they don't know the gratitude of their parents. Advise everyone that crows know how to feed back. As a person, you should know where you come from and be kind to your parents.
When parents are old, their world is full of loneliness. Where have our hearts gone? Can we understand those sighs and sorrows in their pure and clear eyes like children? Who is encouraging us when we stumble on the gentle steps of life? Who gave us the strength to stand up again when we fell to the bottom of our lives and were at a loss? In our growing wings, in our spreading wings, how can we forget them? Now, when nearly 30 parents were struggling with loneliness, aging and illness, what did we give them as children?
Parents are old, do we remember what they looked like when they were young? The yellow lens fixed their former appearance, but could not erase their gurgling love. When their hazy eyes mistake the bright morning glow in the sky for our smiling faces. When their deaf ears mistook the singing of birds in front of the window for our past frolicking, we found that our parents were old. Gradually, their eyes always have time to stare at one place. Their chatter is also covered by more and more silence. They no longer love words and often swallow what is close to their mouths. So many words, who else can you tell? Gone with the wind For rain? To wormwood on the corrugated wall of the old house? For this mountain? Listen to the water? Or at the drifting clouds and the moon? The children are gone, think of them quietly! Only in missing can children get closer to themselves.
When parents are old, they are lonely. Their loneliness reflects our loneliness. Parents are old, they are sad, and our sadness floats in their sadness. In the shadow of parents, we see not only our parents, but also ourselves tomorrow. Is our happiness still rampant in the safety of our parents? Does our parents' happiness still plant our stability? Parents used to be the sunshine in our hearts. Parents used to be the warm sun in our eyes. Their happiness and safety have always been closely related to us. Filial piety is actually being kind to yourself tomorrow.
When we are old, will we still think of our parents in our twilight years? Perhaps only then, when we begin to warm ourselves with memories in loneliness and live with thoughts in the cold, will we truly appreciate the vastness and broadness of our father's kindness. Whether senior officials or civilians, if we can all know, will our elderly parents have a stable old age?
When my parents are old, I can turn cherries into red and bananas into green, which also makes me grow up.
Open the photo album and watch the growth process. It is not difficult to find that I have grown taller, but it does not mean that I have grown up. I always think that time is a tool for me to grow. So I always hope that time will pass quickly and I will become taller and stronger.
That day, I went home as usual after school. I cried when I saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. "Why are you so slow? Why haven't you finished writing? I'm starving. " My mother said, "Soon! Wait a little longer. " So I went to the living room to watch TV.
When the meal is ready, I'll serve it ready-made. Suddenly, I found wrinkles on my mother's face, one, two, three ... when I was serving my mother rice, I found several silver lines on her head. Oh, no! That's not a few, but dozens, hundreds ... Suddenly, my eyes were wet, and the feelings at that time could not be expressed in words!
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable impulse pulling me. I hurried forward, picked up my mother's bowl and filled it with porridge with a spoon. I glanced at my mother out of the corner of my eye and found that my mother looked at me with the same eyes. Don't! It's different! Those are the eyes of love, the crystallization of love! There are also surprises and some happiness! Because, this is the first time that her son has brought her a meal. Suddenly, tears welled up in my mother's eyes.
These tears are the product of love. People say that bodhisattva's tears turn into pearls when they fall to the ground. But mother's tears are thousands of times more precious than pearls, ten thousand times more precious ... These tears, like a magic ball, reflect inner thoughts and overflow inner satisfaction. Parents have worked hard to raise their children and have no other plans. Maybe just give them a bowl of rice, call them "Mom and Dad" and talk with them … such a simple thing!
..... In a flash, I understood.
Unconsciously, the years slip away quietly, my parents are old, and I have grown up!
The new year has come again. I am one year older than my parents. I have grown a centimeter, but my parents have a wrinkle on their foreheads. I have more responsibilities, but my parents have more worries.
When I was a child, I always thought that my parents were the most powerful people in the world, and I could rely on them all my life. But my parents are old, and their wisdom and strength will always stay in the 1970s, but not in the 1990s. When I was a child, I thought my parents could be my backer, but now I find my parents want to use me as a crutch. My parents used to help me with my primary school homework. I think my parents are very good, but now they can't help me because my parents are old.
My parents are a leaf that blocks my head and shields me from the sun and sand. My parents' big leaves won't grow any more, won't stop more sandstorms for me, and will bring me more and more green leaves. There are more and more yellow spots on that leaf, and my leaf is no longer tender green. Sooner or later, the big leaves on my head will turn yellow completely and eventually fall into the soil. I will face the poison alone.
When parents are old, they will be completely old in the future. Black hair is no longer the main character of their parents. The wrinkles on the face are beautiful things that parents can never erase. Walking upright will be their dream. Mother is whitewashing, trying to make up for her youth, and father is trying to lift heavier things, shoulder heavier burdens, take on greater responsibilities and comfort her youthful vitality. But parents are really old.
I should take on greater responsibility and honor my parents in the years to come, because my parents lost their youth and gained mine.
You have been with me for fourteen years, crying and laughing with me, watching me grow up and watching you grow old. When I am sad, you encourage me; Share happiness when you are happy; Give me advice when I am confused. I want to say sorry and thank you.
When we were young, it was because of our ignorance that we felt that our parents were our own immortals. We want what we want, give it whenever we want, and cry when we are a little unhappy. However, at that time, I never knew that when I cried because of a minor injury, my parents' heart was several times more painful than my own minor injury. When we are happy, our parents' faces are also filled with happiness. Our every move and our smiles are closely related to our parents' mood.
Now we are far from growing up. But there will be no more childish and naive thoughts as a child. On the contrary, in many things, we feel that we are no longer dependent on our parents and that our parents are a bit redundant. On weekends, when we go out to play with friends, do you think parents are also looking forward to this weekend? Let's spend more time with them, talk to them about people and things at school, listen to our voices and communicate with each other.
When we regard our parents' concern as nagging, do we consider their feelings? Parents love us in their own way and want to know more about our thoughts. When we have emotions, we regard this love as boring and unnecessary. There is a good saying: parents' hearts are in their children, and children's hearts are in stones. Think about it, it really is.
Now in the rebellious period of adolescence, I often lose my temper with my parents. Sometimes we blame our parents for meddling and not understanding us, but we never realize how much care and pain our parents have paid for us! Let alone repay parents, and take everything for granted. What a sad idea!
When parents are more and more worried about us, what is our reaction? Is it dismissive? Do we realize when parents are getting harder and harder? Take everything for granted? Where are we when our parents are getting lonely? Do you think your parents miss us? When our parents get old, we grow up.
Don't blame the ruthlessness of time. When parents really leave us one day, it's because they haven't had time to understand. Maybe I will regret not listening to my parents, and I will learn to regret not spending more time with my parents. Maybe I will regret treating my parents' concern as nagging, and I will learn … There are too many possibilities, but I can't make up for the lost regret.
So, love is now! While our parents are still around, we should help them do more things that we can, help mom wash chopsticks and help dad pour a glass of water. Even with a little effort, they will feel happy and warm from the heart. Being an excellent student in school and growing up healthily and happily is the best comfort for parents.
When parents are not old, say to them, "Mom and Dad, I love you!" "
Parents are the people who pay the most for us in the world. No matter what they did, they didn't complain, and their concern for us never diminished. But it can be seen from the slowly turning white hair that our parents are really old. When I was one year old, my parents left work and took care of us wholeheartedly; At the age of two, our parents taught us how to use chopsticks and hold spoons. When we were three years old, our parents taught us to wipe our bottoms and noses. At the age of four, our parents taught us to recite Tang poems and learn roller skating. Whether we have gradually forgotten our parents' exhortation; Whether our parents have taken care of us and whether we are used to it; Do we take what our parents do for us for granted?
So when parents can't answer what we say right away, please wait for them; Please don't complain about parents when they start to dirty their clothes; When parents start talking about us, please don't get tired of them; Please help them when they can't hold things; When they can't walk or stand still, please hold their hands tightly and smile at the sun together. Just like they took care of you when you were a child.
In fact, parents are old, as long as you are around them, parents will feel warm and gratified. Let's be grateful to our parents. Let's respect our parents and all the old people in the world.
I like to watch mommy wear long hair on the balcony arm in arm to wash clothes. Close-fitting household clothes, low hair tail, slight bending, rhythmic cleaning, no ability in the workplace but elegant, whether it is the early morning sunshine or the afternoon setting sun, rich light hits her face, faint tenderness, melting the rings of the years, loving and warm. I like watching my mother wash her hands and cook soup in the kitchen. Half-closed the door curtain, saying that the lampblack wouldn't let me in, so I had to look outside, not in a hurry to eat food, just because I was busy looking at the figure outside and didn't know what home was. Whether cooking or tidying the stove, she never feels greasy with a rag, which always gives people a clear and dust-free feeling. I like the way my mother takes care of me when I am sick. Carefully tuck me in, take water and medicine, give me orange juice and herbal tea to drink, and coax me to eat more porridge. However, when she was sick, she always refused to go to the hospital until she had a high fever. If she can solve it by herself and doesn't tell me anything troublesome, it worries me. Only when she is really uncomfortable will she lose her temper a little. I like the ever-burning lamp at home, and I like my mother who has been waiting for me, whether watching TV in the living room or room. Don't forget to urge me to come back early before going to bed. After turning off the lights, I will sneak a look to see if my lights are still on. If it is too late, I will turn off the lights impatiently and have a rest. I like that you will always hold my hand until I grow up, and look at my eyes with a little approval but pride, so that I can watch your back grow up with peace of mind, slowly over your head and wider than your shoulders, and I can help you share some heavy things when you go to the supermarket at first, and I can help you share some housework when you rest at home. I like my father's tall figure always walking in front of me, holding heavy things in his hands and carrying them on his shoulders, opening the way for me and not forgetting to look back to see if I can keep up. I am used to him being my solid backing and encouraging me to take risks without any worries. I like that you are always with me, guiding my way and willing to let me fly. I saw the white hair on your head, loose skin and fine lines around your eyes in a trance, but I still kept my figure and greeted you. They don't grow old overnight, but we always grow up overnight, and then we are glad to remember their youth.
They are getting older faster than we expected, and they can't stand the beating of years more than we expected, but they never told us that they needed us. They are used to doing nothing, giving and being tolerant, but they always learn not to be better to themselves, care more about themselves and take care of themselves. For this, I can't be more anxious. I urge myself to grow up for fear that I can't keep up with their aging pace, I force myself to be sensible for fear that I can't keep up with their rickety backs, I control my playfulness and willfulness, and I just want to give them more reliable companionship. I'm afraid that no body can cure and restore their overworked bodies. I'm afraid that I can't take over the burden on them and lead them. I'm afraid that I can't give them a more stable and beautiful life for the rest of my life. But these, they didn't ask me, they were too indifferent, and the gains and losses came naturally.
I once asked my mother in distress, "Do people want to spend time and energy with people around them because they really want to be with them, or because they are too afraid to face the guilt of their loss?" She said I shouldn't think so. Maybe I made a mistake to complicate the purest feelings in my family. The love and dedication of family members can't be compared with secular eyes. There is no need to explain the cause and effect. It's something you're used to. You can't throw it away. But I can't bear to part with them. They worked hard all their lives and broke their hearts for the details of our lives. I try my best to give them the best because they deserve the best in my life, but they always say nothing. They are afraid that there is nothing to give us, but they don't know that they have given everything they can.
Grow up, any moment you can realize may be too late. You think you still have a lot of capital to be crazy, noisy, aggressive and willful. You want to have a good time before you get married, but your parents can't afford to wait. Growing up with you consumed their best time. Because they have been people for so long, you can receive so much rain and dew to nourish your growth. They are such lonely people who are willing to give up. No one wants to see you grow up and live a happy life more than children, to raise you more and to be with you more.
From birth to growth, you were accompanied by your parents. But time has made us grow up, but it has taken away our parents' youthful looks, leaving them with white hair and wrinkles, and even their legs and feet are no longer flexible. At this time, we need to care and love our parents as much as they do us.
If my parents are old, I want to be their eyes. If my parents want to read the newspaper but can't read it clearly, I will read it, just like my parents put me to sleep by reading my favorite stories when I was a child. If they are old and insomnia, I will accompany them carefully.
If my parents are old, I want to be their assistant. Sometimes they forget things, but I can help them remember. Maybe they don't remember their birthdays, but I will, when they are Japanese, I will surprise them, just as my parents brought me endless joy when I was a child, and I was often too excited to sleep.
If my parents are old, I want to be their crutches. I will take them to travel, play in the park and go for a walk, just like my parents took me to play when I was a child. As a family, I am very happy and happy.
Time is like this, parents will really become like this in the end. Of course I will take good care of them, but I really don't want my parents to get old. I just hope they can stay with me for a long time. ...