On New Year's Eve, the stars twinkled...
At this time, it was the time for thousands of families to reunite, and the empty corridor of the hospital seemed even quieter.
In the dim light, a man is sitting on a bench,...
He is the doctor on duty, he is the patient, who is he?
God’s arrangement is that his child will come to the world. He is the guardian of this year’s thirties, and he is the father of the child who is about to come. A father of three daughters. The empty corridor is still empty. Under the illumination of the wall lamp, the walls become increasingly pale, like an old man - lonely.
He didn't feel warm despite the scorching heat; he was wrapped tightly in his cotton coat and his head was deeply buried in the raised collar.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When I looked up, my eyes were originally dull, but the wide banner broke into my eyes.
"It's better to have only one child!" "Excellent and superior parenting!"
Every time he saw these words, his heart would tremble nervously. The cool and unrestrained calligraphy failed to arouse his interest. At this moment, his mood was complicated and tasteless. His life and his ideals were all in this moment, all in his unborn child.
He looked away, his thoughts were confused, he couldn't even tell what he was and how he would live in the future.
He thought: His education level is not high, but in the countryside, he is someone who dares to walk from the house to the street.
He is smart, and in the eyes of rural people, he is a capable man; he has money, plenty of money; what he needs is a son.
His father is a single seedling, he is a single seedling, and the fireworks of his ancestors must not be ruined on him...
His name is Rebirth, and his name is the name of his dead child. Father's hope, where is his hope?
When he was thinking about this, his eyes were closed, his fingers were in his gray hair, and his face was buried in his collar.
In the dark midnight, who can understand his mood, no one.
The sound of firecrackers came from a distance, and he suddenly felt a little hungry. His stomach was rumbling in the middle of the night. He should deal with it!
He took his schoolbag from the bench, which was filled with candies, which were intended to be given to doctors and nurses.
He took out a piece, peeled it open and put it in his mouth, a hint of sweetness melting away.
Suddenly, the cry of the baby came from the delivery room. He jumped up and blocked the door of the delivery room...
Several forms of love
< p> There is a kind of love that is taciturnIts dedication may be arbitrary
Its tenderness may be persistent
There is a kind of love that is hazy< /p>
Its giving may be involuntary
Its tenderness may be confused
There is a kind of love that is invisible
Its giving up is Because of a hope
Hope that the person you love
will have a happier life than yourself
Its giving up is due to a kind of reluctance
Because the love is too deep
So I choose to let go of the other person's hand ------- Excerpted from "The Stars That Herd Sheep"
In "The Stars That Herd Sheep", This passage is my favorite and the most philosophical one. I excitedly copied it neatly into my exquisite notes, savoring and considering it carefully...
Love, Zi Yan
When I think of Zi Yan, I can't help but think of it. Father. People say that a father's love is like a mountain, tall and steady. He may not be good at words, but he always expresses his true love silently. I think taciturn love is deep but arbitrary, just like Zhong Tianqi’s father. His love is always incomprehensible and breathless. But when you think about how heavy this love is, human character is It is destined by nature and difficult to change. Even the worst-tempered and selfish people have their own way of love.
There is such an example around me: my uncle is taciturn about his love for my sister. He is in poor health and has a bad temper because he works all day for business. There is a big generation gap between his sister and him, and their values ????are completely different: her sister loves to chase stars, and for her, her spiritual support is her idol, while her uncle's concern for her is regarded by her as a weapon to destroy her spirit. It sounds really ridiculous, they are spending their time in this cold war. A few days ago, they quarreled again. Sometimes we can't be willful and ignore a seemingly cold and heavy love because of our own opinions.
Love, hazy
I have not seen much of hazy love, nor do I understand it. I think there is a kind of vague love in everyone's heart. Even if the other person always makes me sad and hates him, when he is in trouble, he always helps him unconsciously and silently, and cannot bear to hurt him. Ou Yaruo's love for Zhong Tianqi is just hazy. Many people may hate her character. For the sake of her ideal career and a good material life, she gives up love, which hurts herself. But she may also have a lot of helplessness. The troubles of her family life make her feel ashamed. Because she cares too much about these things, she does all kinds of wrong things irrationally, and it is too late to regret. But because of this hazy love, she woke up to face and bear everything.
Love, invisible
Intangible love symbolizes selfless love, a love that transcends life and death. Just like the relationship between Zhong Tianqi and Xia Zhixing, Xia Zhixing couldn't bear to give up the person she cared about most for the sake of Zhong Tianqi's happiness and career success. She knew that the other party would resent her betrayal, but she still chose to give up. Because the love is too deep, I choose to let go of the other person's hand. This is such a sincere and touching love! Whenever I see Xia Zhixing breaking up with Zhong Tianqi for love, I have the urge to cry. Since ancient times, how many lovers cannot be together, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl cannot meet across the Queqiao, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Ying People in Taiwan cannot be together and turn into butterflies lingering together. I once watched a touching love movie "Titanic". When the ship hit an iceberg and everyone was about to die, a pair of young people in love, the man wanted the woman to live well, and died in the sea. The young man who married a woman lived a good life for this selfless love and kept this love forever in his heart. I burst into tears when I saw it, and everything was unspeakable...
The difference between humans and animals is that they love each other, and there are various ways to express love. No matter what kind it is, it is worthy of each of us. To give thanks, here I say thank you to a world full of love.
The temperature of nature can be measured with a thermometer, but the warmth of a home cannot be summarized in units or exquisite language.
Since I was born, my father and mother have given me a lot of warmth. What I remember most is the warmth my mother gave me. I have been careless since I was a child, and that was also the fatal point of my exam. After school, my mother said: "Binbin, now you are a fifth grader, you must correct this carelessness." I held my head high and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely pass the exam." I said "swipe". I put my schoolbag on my back and went to school. The exam started. I looked at this simple paper, all the questions that I could do, and thought: I will definitely do well in the exam this time! A few days later, the test paper was sent out, and I saw a score of 78. I returned home with a depressed mood, thinking: I didn't do well in the exam and didn't listen to my mother's advice... When my mother came back, I quickly put the papers behind me, my face pale. My mother took another step forward, and I became even more nervous, thinking: This is terrible, my mother will definitely hit me. Unexpectedly, my mother stroked my head and said, "Binbin, did you do poorly in this exam?" I reluctantly gave her the paper. I thought she would hit me. Unexpectedly, my mother took my hand and analyzed the wrong questions. At this time, understanding is a ray of sunshine that melts the snow in my heart and warms my heart. After analyzing the wrong questions, my mother told me a lot of truths. From then on, I was no longer careless or sloppy in answering questions. I couldn't help but say: "Mom, thank you!"
This is the love my mother gave me.
It is said that maternal love is the most precious emotion in the world, but I feel that maternal love is not only the love of a mother’s gentle smile, meticulous care and touching words, but also the mother’s daily and careful nurturing. Teach us love.
One afternoon, I just came home from school and did my homework. Maybe I was distracted. Halfway through, I really wanted to read a book. I tiptoed out of the room: my mother was preparing lessons in the room.
There was a burst of joy in my heart, and I secretly smiled evilly: Haha, she can’t control me this time! It’s time to “carnival”! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down at the desk, glanced at a few pages, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cabinet. Then, I pretended to be nonchalant and did my homework absently for a while. I looked around furtively, then quietly took out the book and read it eagerly. But I didn’t know that my mother happened to come out of the study at this time and happened to see me reading in the room. She probably didn't quite believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't be hidden. At first, I came up with some crappy excuses, but my mother saw through them immediately. My mother was so angry that I was as panicked as an ant on a hot pot. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But my mother didn't seem to be angry, and I even felt there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Mom took the book away without saying a word. I had no choice but to bury myself in the pile of books and chew on words, but there seemed to be something in my heart that I couldn't put down. I hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, wrote something hastily, and then hesitantly handed it to my mother. When my mother saw it, her frown relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and handed it to me. It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a message underneath: "It's okay. I can't do this again in the future." I raised my head and looked at my mother. She looked at me very kindly, and there seemed to be sparkling tears in her eyes.
The autumn wind blows. The fallen leaves sadly leave their long-lasting destination. On that refreshing golden autumn evening, my mother gave me the truest love. This incident has always shone brightly in my colorful memories.