Once upon a time, there was an old man who lived with his son, son and grandson. The old man is too old to walk. His eyes are blurred, his ears are hard to hear and his knees are shaking all the time. The old man can't take care of himself. Whenever he sits at the table to eat, he can't hold the spoon steadily and often spills vegetable soup on the tablecloth or on the ground. Neither the son nor the daughter-in-law likes him.
Once, when the old man was eating, he spilled soup all over the floor and broke the bowl. The daughter-in-law pointed at the old man's nose angrily and shouted, how do you eat? Spill soup and other things all over the floor every day and break the bowls! Everything is out of order for me. Do you know how busy I am in a day? You want to kill me! "So, they forbid old people to eat at the dinner table. When eating, they drove him to the corner behind the stove and gave him a pottery bowl with only a little food in it. Old people don't have enough to eat every meal and are often scolded. The old man was so sad that he often hid in the corner behind the stove and secretly shed tears.
One day, the old man's hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the pottery bowl. The pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The daughter-in-law kept scolding, but the old man kept sighing without saying a word. The couple discussed: My dad, he can break everything. At this rate, how much shall we spend to buy him a bowl and a basin? We must find a way. What is not perishable? By the way, make him a bowl out of wood. So, the son found a fast log and began to make wooden bowls. In a few minutes, the wooden bowl will be ready. When the old man's four-year-old grandson came running, his daughter-in-law was trying to remove the sawdust. He picked up the chips on the ground. "What are you doing? What do you want with all this useless wood? " The old man's son asked. "I'm going to make this wood into a wooden bowl and keep it. When I grow up, I will take it out for my parents to eat. " Hearing this, the son and daughter-in-law looked at each other for a while, first with a wry smile, and finally began to cry. It seems that they finally understand that what they do is in their eyes and in their hearts.
From then on, they stopped forcing the old man to eat in the corner, and even if the old man spilled something, they stopped saying anything. Slowly, they are getting better and better to the old people.
2. A 30-word story about filial piety to the elderly
1, nurses are not lazy.
Cui Shannan, whose real name is Yan and the word is Shun Zhi, was born in Boling (now Hebei) in the Tang Dynasty and served as the official of Shannan West Road, so he was called "Shannan". At that time, Cui Shannan's great-grandmother, Mrs. Sun, was old and lost her teeth. Her grandmother, Mrs. Tang, is very filial. After washing her hands every day, she goes to class to feed her mother-in-law. A few years later, Mrs. Sun stopped eating other meals and kept healthy.
When Mrs. Sun was seriously ill, she called the whole family together and said, "I can't repay the kindness of the bride. I hope the bride's children and daughter-in-law will respect her as much as she respects me. " Later, Cui Shannan became a big official, and as expected, he addressed his grandmother, Mrs. Tang, as instructed by his grandson.
2. Worried about tasting feces
Yu, Gao Shi of Nanqi, was appointed as the magistrate of Yiling County. Less than ten days after taking office, I suddenly felt scared and sweaty. I had a premonition that something had happened at home, so I immediately resigned and returned to China. When I got home, I realized that my father had been seriously ill for two days.
The doctor said, "To know the condition, just taste the patient's feces. It is bitter." Qian Lou went to taste his father's excrement and found it very sweet. He is very worried. At night, he bowed down to the Big Dipper and begged to die for his father. A few days later, his father died, and Qian Lou buried his father and raised him there for three years.
3. Mosquitoes are covered with blood
Wu Meng, a native of Puyang in Jin Dynasty, knew how to honor his parents at the age of eight. The family is poor, there is no mosquito net, and mosquito bites keep my father awake. Every summer night, Martin always sits naked in front of his father's bed and lets mosquitoes bite him, instead of driving him away, for fear that mosquitoes will leave him to bite his father.
4, crying bamboo shoots
Meng zong (? -27 1), the word, was born in Jiangxia, Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period. My father died when I was a teenager, and my mother was very old and seriously ill. The doctor told me to make soup with fresh bamboo shoots. It was winter and there were no fresh bamboo shoots. Meng Zong had nothing to do, so he ran to the bamboo forest alone and held the bamboo to cry.
After a while, he suddenly heard a crack on the ground and saw some tender bamboo shoots growing on the ground. Meng Zong was overjoyed and picked it back to make soup. After drinking it, his mother really recovered. Later, he became an official.
5. The maid is the mother
Jiangge, a native of Linzi, Qi State in the Eastern Han Dynasty, lost his father and was filial to his mother. During the war, Jiangge fled behind his mother's back and met bandits several times. The thief tried to kill him. Jiangge cried: My mother is old and has no one to raise her. The thief saw her filial piety and couldn't bear to kill her.
Later, he moved to Xiapi, Jiangsu, and worked as an employee to support his mother. He is poor and barefoot, and his mother needs a lot. When Ming Di was elected as Lian Xiao, Johnny was elected as the founder of Xianneng and served as the commander of the five senses.
3. An old man's story composition
An old man who manages bicycles.
The old lady in charge of bicycles in our alley is always sixty or seventy years old. She has silver hair, a bag on her shoulder every day, and faded blue overalls, charging parking people again and again. Whenever I see her do this, I always think: Hum, at such a big age, she still "steals points". She really loves money! However, one thing changed my view of her.
It was a summer vacation this year. I went to the park to play. It is really "unpredictable". Just came out of the alley, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a downpour. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to go down to the alley to take shelter from the rain. No sooner had I rushed downstairs than I saw a figure with a plastic poncho in his hand. Strangely, however, the poncho was not covered on himself, but on a bicycle. I saw her facing the wind and braving the rain, taking care of nothing and trying her best to cover the car with a poncho. The poncho covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved by what I witnessed, and at the same time I thought anxiously: Grandma is so old, covering the car in the rain, and I was thinking, there is a gust of wind, so cold! I can't help shivering. Oh, no, the poncho that grandma just covered was suddenly blown away by the wind. Grandma quickly went to cover it again, but the wind seemed to be deliberately against her, and just now the good poncho was blown away again! Grandma came up with a good idea. She limped to the corner of a garbage dump, laboriously lifted several big bricks and pressed the four corners of the plastic sheet one by one. No matter how strong the wind is, she can't lift the poncho!
The wind roared and the rain poured down. At this time, grandma was soaked to the skin, like a "soaked chicken" fished out of the water, but she just brushed her wet hair with her hand, dumped a handful of rain and smiled slightly.
Soon, someone came to pick up the car. When they saw the dry cushion, their mouths were wide open and their eyes were round. When they saw the old woman's wet body, everything understood. ...
Watching, watching, suddenly a feeling of being respected rose in my chest, and I finally understood that grandma didn't want to "pick points", but to give full play to the residual heat, serve everyone and make more contributions to the masses!
Now, whenever I meet this old woman, I always shout with respect: "Hello grandma"!
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I think the next one is better.
I often listen to my uncle and aunt. Individual traders love to cheat. They wrapped potatoes in earth as preserved eggs and filled the chicken belly with water to sell them to people. I only sell bananas for seven taels a catty. I don't like self-employed, and I never buy their things. However, one thing changed my impression of them, and I will never forget it.
It was a cold winter afternoon, and when I went to physical education class, I suddenly felt the air leakage under my feet. Looking down, I found my cotton shoes open and I went home. I told my father about it. Father said, "Winter is going to pass, so buying new shoes is not counted. Let's make it up! " But there is no shoe repair shop near my home, so I have to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find the old man who repairs shoes near our school.
At this time, the sun is about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blows up the sand on the ground. People walked in a hurry against the cold wind. The old man who repaired shoes has packed the shoe box and is ready to go home. Seeing this, my father hurried forward and said, "Grandpa, can you mend this child's shoes?" When he went to physical education class, his shoe line fell off. The old man looked at the whistling wind and hesitated, but he saw me wearing worn-out sneakers and said, "All right! "
The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them and mended them. I studied the old man carefully. He had gray hair, a bronzed face, bright eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. Due to years of repairing shoes, his hands are covered with thick cocoons. He held a shoe cone in one hand and a thread in the other, sewing one by one. The crack was plugged, but he didn't stop. He pulled out the places where the thread was about to open one by one and sewed it again. He said to himself, "Children's shoes are not strong." He sewed it carefully again, but I was thinking, "Well, don't you want to overcharge me?"
When mending shoes, the old man's hands were frozen stiff. Dad asked him softly, "How much is it?" He held out two fingers of his right hand and said without looking up, "Twenty cents." I was shocked. Dad asked him how much money he could earn a day while paying. He said: "hey, what money is not money, it is convenient for everyone!" " The old man's words struck my heart like a small hammer. ...
4. A short story about filial piety to the elderly
In the magnificent hall of heroes, a teenager is praying to the Buddha. He inserted all three incense sticks into the incense burner and prayed in a low voice: "May the Buddha bless me to enter the imperial examination, increase my official rank, serve my country and return home dressed in gold." Say that finish and bow down a few times, this just got up and left.
The Buddha looked at the boy below and smiled without a word. The venerable Ananda beside him asked, "Buddha, this child is very pious and has good wishes. Why not? " The Buddha smiled and said slowly, "There is still one foot left."
"What's the difference?" The venerable Ananda looked at the three sticks of sandalwood in the incense burner and was puzzled.
two
Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the little boy of that year has grown into a handsome young man, full of heroic spirit. Although he didn't win the imperial examination, he turned to the army and became a military commander, making great achievements in the army. Go back to my hometown for the wedding this time.
As usual, the young man lit three sandalwood sticks and bowed down respectfully, saying, "May the Buddha bless Xiaguan's happy marriage, virtuous wife and harmonious husband and wife." He bumped his head several times when he spoke.
The venerable Ananda felt a lot when he saw this scene, but when he turned his head, he saw the Buddha still smiling without saying a word and couldn't help saying, "Buddha, why don't you respond to him?" The Buddha smiled and said, "It's a little less fragrant."
three
In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed and the young man has entered middle age. When he walked into the Hall of Ursa Major again, several wrinkles were faintly visible on his forehead. Because of the intervention of his wife and family, the former commander-in-chief has been demoted to local lieutenant, depressed.
When a man reaches middle age, he kowtows to incense and whispers that his children can study hard and finish their unfinished business. The venerable Lord looked at him uglily, then at the smiling Buddha, and sighed in his heart, "It still stinks after all."
four
Ten years have passed, and once middle-aged people have gradually entered old age. At this time, he has already returned to the fields and settled in the countryside, and there is no ambition in the past.
The old man lit three sandalwood as before, and bowed down and said, "Buddha, you have never satisfied me before, but please be sure to fulfill my filial piety this time." I think my father died early that year, and my mother raised me with great pains. Now that Gao Tang is old, I just want her to be safe and have nothing else to ask for. "
Ananda is the kindest and happiest. I can't bear to hear this. I turned my head to see the Buddha, only to find him smiling and nodding slightly. "That's as you wish."
five
The old man walked out of the temple and hasn't arrived home yet. The good news comes from far away. His two sons were also top civil and military scholars in the high school court, and the court also issued a letter, washed away his grievances, restored his official position, and rose to the third level.
This time, however, the old man was finally not called. He decided to stay at home and take care of his elderly mother from now on. As for the wick incense that prayed for the mother in the Ursa Major Hall, of course, it never stopped.
5. What does the story of three old people tell us?
Three white-haired old men came to a woman's door. This woman doesn't know them. She greeted them and said, "You must be hungry. Why don't you go inside and get something to eat? "
The old people asked, "Is your master there?"
"He is not at home."
"We won't go in without him." The old people answered.
In the evening, the husband came back and the woman told him what had happened.
"How can you let people stand outside? Go and tell them I'm back and invite them all in! "
So the woman went out and invited the old man into the house.
"We can't go into the house together." The old people said.
The woman felt very strange and couldn't help asking, "Why is that?"
One of the old men took a step forward and said, "Do you know their names?" He pointed to his companion. "The one standing on the left is called wealth, and the one standing on the right is called success. I am love. "
After a pause, he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband and see which one of us you want to invite in."
The woman told her husband what the old man said.
"In that case, I think I'd better invite the old man named Wealth in and let him fill our family's wealth!" The husband said excitedly.
"Dear, why not invite success?" The wife said.
"Wouldn't it be better to invite love in? Our family will be full of love. " The son interjected.
The husband thought about it and thought his son's proposal was good, so he said to his wife, "Then let's listen to our son!" " "
The woman went out and asked three old people, "Which one of you is love?" Please come in and be a guest! "
Tell the loving old man to get up and walk into the house, and the other two will follow.
Women are puzzled by their behavior and ask wealth and success: "I invited love." How did you two get in? "
"Where there is love, there is wealth and success!" The old people answered with one voice.
As long as you have love, you will have wealth and you will succeed. Give your love and you will get more.
6. What are the stories of old people?
Every morning, groups of birds, magpies, sparrows, big birds and birds push branches in Taoranting Park, waiting for the arrival of an old man. Five spring and autumn, five years of hard work, cold coming and summer going, the two old people insisted on feeding hundreds of beneficial birds in Taoranting Park every day.
Liu Qingbo, who lives in Chunshu area, is 73 years old. By chance, Liu Qingbo made friends with the bird. It was an early morning in early spring of 1994. When Liu Qingbo and his wife were doing morning exercises in Taoranting Park, they saw a group of sparrows competing for the food dropped by tourists, and the birds that couldn't grab the food were chirping in haste. Looking at it, the old man was heartbroken. He had the idea of feeding birds and got the support of his wife. The next day, the old man took the leftovers from home to the park and sprinkled them on the birds. The old man was very happy to see hungry birds scrambling to land for food. From this day on, the old couple walked together on the way to and from Taoranting Park. Leftovers at home, neighbors' leftovers, and unit canteens are all scattered on birds after being processed by the elderly. Day after day, year after year, someone has done calculations. In five years, the old people traveled 1200 kilometers and carried 3800 kilograms of grain. Seeing more and more birds around the old man, the tourists were moved and consciously joined the team to feed the birds.
One winter morning, a grey magpie with a broken leg fluttered under a dead tree to stand up, but it failed after several struggles. As soon as the old couple saw it, they rushed over and took the magpie home with great distress. They carefully tied it to the broken leg with small pieces of wood cut down, fed it carefully every day, and fed it food that magpies like to eat every day. After nearly a month's careful care, the magpie's legs got better. The old man reluctantly opened the window and let the recovered magpie out. The magpie looked at the old man for a long time, and then chirped away.
When it snowed, the old couple came to the park, swept a clean land with a broom and sprinkled food. It's raining, and the old man is holding an umbrella to scatter bird food in places where it is not easy to get caught in the rain; One spouse is not feeling well, and the other spouse should go to the park to feed the birds on time. In order to support the "career" of the elderly, my son specially bought a refrigerator for the elderly to put the bird food provided by his neighbors. In the past five years, the old man has saved more than a dozen injured and sick birds and brought them back to nature.
7. Stories of the elderly.
It doesn't matter whether there is philosophy, such as masterpieces. Old people who have never been to school will want to listen to famous works, especially Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin and Robinson Crusoe. You can try it, or you can try childlike innocence novels.
8. Typical stories related to the elderly
1, Shun, one of the five emperors in ancient times, was the son of You and was very filial to his parents since childhood. His father is an honest and kind farmer. Shun's mother often speaks ill of his father because of her poor family. Shun has a younger brother named Xiang, who is often arrogant and disrespectful to his father. Only by being consistent, not complaining, obeying parents, paying more attention to my brother as always, and guiding him to turn over a new leaf. This extraordinary filial piety touched the sky. When Shun plowed the fields at the foot of the mountain, the gods helped him. There is also a god bird to help mow the grass. Hearing that Shun was filial, Emperor Yao sent nine waiters to serve Zhuo and his wife, and married his daughter to Shun as a sign of filial piety. Later, Yao also gave way to Shun. People praised Shun for changing from a commoner to an emperor because of his filial piety.
2. Worried about the story of eating dung. The story is: Yu, Gao Shi of Nanqi, was appointed as the magistrate of Yiling County. Less than ten days after taking office, I suddenly felt scared and sweaty. I had a premonition that something had happened at home, so I immediately resigned and returned to China. When I got home, I realized that my father had been seriously ill for two days. The doctor told him: "If you want to know whether the condition is good or bad, you just need to taste the patient's excrement, which is bitter." So Qian Lou went to taste his father's excrement, and found it very sweet. He was very worried. At night, he bowed down to the Big Dipper and begged to die for his father. A few days later, his father died, and Qian Lou buried his father and raised him there for three years.
There is also a story about mosquitoes covered in blood. The story is: Wu Meng, a native of Puyang in the Jin Dynasty, knew how to honor his parents at the age of eight. The family is poor, there is no mosquito net, and mosquito bites keep my father awake. Every summer night, Martin always sits naked in front of his father's bed and lets mosquitoes bite him, instead of driving him away, for fear that mosquitoes will leave him to bite his father.