1 I have asked others this question countless times: What is eternity? This question seems difficult to answer, but it is not without an answer. I found a satisfactory answer from my father. Eternity is family.
Dad is the eldest son of the family. I dropped out of school as a teenager and shared the burden of the whole family with my grandfather. In his memory, getting up early in grinding bean curd to sell soybean milk seems to be his responsibility and his life.
Maybe it's because dad is the eldest son. Dad gets little love from his grandparents, as if they left all their love to their uncles and aunts, and it is true. But in my impression, I have never heard my father complain about my grandparents.
Grandparents are like children who haven't grown up yet. In a hurry on the smooth floor, I accidentally slipped and broke my pelvis. It is grandma's masterpiece to have crutches and pain in her later years. Once, in order to save money on hiring people, I broke my foot and climbed onto the roof to clean it. That's my grandfather's masterpiece. Imagine that when you rush to pay a New Year call to the old man, you see the old man cleaning the roof. I believe you can also feel the feeling of soft feet, chills and dizziness! Always like this, always refuses to accept the old age, always has to do something that the body does not allow, and always does not worry about his children and grandchildren. always ...
As a child. My closest relative is my grandfather. He always rides my bike around and buys me candy. However, nowadays, although it is not disgusting, it has reached the point where I don't want to mention it. Every time I hear him call and ask his father for money to buy "tonic", I always feel sick. When two old people meet something that needs money, their father is always the first thing that comes to mind, not their uncles and aunts who were treasures decades ago or even now. The old man didn't even say hello when he had an accident!
This year, I spent the New Year in my hometown, and my feelings for my relatives in my hometown have been sublimated. After returning to Qingdao, I heard that my father decided to take my sister in senior three to Qingdao, and the joy in my heart was naturally beyond words. But ... on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, before his father left for his hometown, he changed his mind. He wants to leave his sister at home. Let my sister take care of him, bring him up, but seldom give him loving parents. I'm at a loss. I really can't understand my father's behavior.
Today, I figured it out. After all, those are the parents who gave birth to him and raised him. They are old and need company. Dad has been trying to do his son's duty. Trying to make his children understand his pains, I also understand and understand my father. Maybe. He wants children to understand a simple truth, parents are always wrong, and children should do their duty.
Oh, this is an excellent answer: eternity is warm love. ...
Jie is an excellent student, all his classmates envy him, and his teacher is proud of him, but what bothers him is that his parents often quarrel over trifles.
One day, when Jay came home from school, he found pieces of bowls and plates all over the floor. He knew that the storm had just passed and he had learned to bear it. He walked into his room silently, while his father was sitting on a stool in a daze, and his mother had already "disappeared". That night, the wind blew hard and it rained heavily. It was countless sleepless nights for Jay, and Jay's mother didn't come home all night. ...
The next day, Jay came to school. He was in a daze this morning, as if something was going to happen. During the Chinese class at noon, Jay's father and some strangers came to the school to find Jay. Jay followed them into the car and sat in the car like a puppet, regardless of which direction to drive. Here we are. It turned out to be the court. At this time, my father whispered to Jay, "son, when someone asks you whether to choose me or your mother, you should remember!" " Choose dad.-me! "Tone contains sadness and helplessness. Jay understands that mom and dad are getting divorced. When he entered the court, a strange uncle asked him whether to choose his father or mother. Jay bit his lip, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes finally came out. Suddenly, he ran to his grandmother, who secretly wiped his tears and cried on her body. He's really sad. So Jay lives with his grandmother.
Jay's grades have plummeted, and he has always been lively and active, and he has become silent and shy.
After several spring and autumn years, in the spring of 20xx, Jie was already a senior one, but a catastrophe fell from the sky, and Jie got the most terrible disease "SARS". Later, Jie received a bag of fruit in the hospital, which was Jie's favorite banana, and there was a note on it: Jie Shou, the person who loves you the most. Jay didn't care, so he put it aside, because the children in bad karma have completely despaired of their families.
Jay feels that he can't hold on for a few days, he will go to another world, and this weak life still has more than ten minutes. Not to mention this, Jay's parents came to visit Jay in the hospital. After two days of continuous efforts, the dean finally agreed to let them in for a visit.
At this moment, the door opened and walked in front of Jay's parents who were armed to the teeth, followed by several angels in white. Jay tried to open his eyes. It turned out to be his parents. In order to love Jay, they came together again. They said, "We all love you. You have to live. " Jay smiled again, laughing so happily.
Jay is still gone. He left with happy tears and smiles. Perhaps, he will remember that short and eternal relationship.
In August of the lunar calendar, the pace of autumn has accelerated: the sky is high, the clouds are light, the leaves are yellow, many flowers have withered, crickets are chirping in the grass, and colorful chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Everything in nature, year after year. However, just this autumn, I also found something in the world that will never change from the scene of family life. ...
On the afternoon of Mid-Autumn Festival, I came home from school and just arrived at my door, I smelled the fragrance of the food floating out. I put down my bag and looked at the table. Wow, what a sumptuous banquet: roast chicken, sauced duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, jellyfish head … a table full! This is the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner carefully prepared by grandparents for us. Seeing so many delicious dishes, I can't wait to eat them.
During the dinner, I toasted my grandpa, grandma, aunt and uncle respectively. My aunt has been busy taking care of my cousin, who is only in grade one. My grandfather is busy picking vegetables for me, and my grandmother keeps telling everyone to eat more. A sumptuous banquet was swept away in the laughter of the whole family.
As soon as we got off work, my cousin and I went to the balcony to enjoy the moon. Somehow, the moon tonight is particularly round and bright, just like a bright jade plate hanging in the sky. At this time, grandpa brought some big and red pomegranates. Pomegranate seeds like pearls and agates and the sweet and sour taste really make people put it down. Before I finished tasting pomegranate, my mother held out another box of moon cakes. Some golden moon cakes are put in small flower baskets, and some are packed in boats, just like exquisite handicrafts. While eating moon cakes, I asked my mother, "Did you have so much delicious food on Mid-Autumn Festival when you were a child?" Mother shook her head and said with a smile, "At that time, we celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mooncakes are supplied by ticket, and each family has only a few pieces. My parents-in-law have been saving it for us. Alas! I don't know how my parents-in-law who are far away from home spent the night? " At this time, grandpa stared at the sky and said to himself, "Yes, I wonder if grandpa is doing well in his hometown?"
When I heard my grandparents' words, my heart was deeply shocked, and I couldn't help thinking of Wang Wei's poem "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season". Although our society is constantly changing and our life is constantly changing, the most precious affection in the world has never changed. It will be handed down from generation to generation forever. ...
This is what I found in my heart this autumn. This discovery seems to have made me grow a lot.
The way of affection is changing, but the connotation of affection is eternal.
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Let me do it.
When I was a child, no matter what happened, my mother always rushed to say, "Let me do it!" " "
My nose is running to my mouth. I want to wipe it off with my sleeve. My mother always says, "let me do it!" " "Then she took out a paper towel and gently covered my nose, let me blow hard and then wipe it clean.
Wearing clothes and shoes in winter, when I was two or three years old, I was always curious to try it, but my mother always rushed to say, "Let me do it!" " "She quickly turned on the heating, warmed the cotton-padded clothes and shoes by the heating, and put them on for me.
When I pick up the spoon and prepare to eat it myself, my mother always says, "I'll do it!" " "She quickly put down the chopsticks in her hand, grabbed the bowl and spoon, scooped the hot soup into the rice bowl, scooped a spoonful of rice, blew a few breaths in her mouth first, and then safely fed the rice into my mouth when the temperature dropped.
Let her go.
Gradually, when I grow up, my mother's love for me seems to have decreased a lot. She often says a mantra on her lips: "Leave her alone!"
When I was 6 years old, I left kindergarten to study in a primary school near my home. At first, my father sent it several times. Later, I clamored to go to school with my brother. My father was worried and insisted on seeing me off, but my mother stopped him and said, "Let her go!" " "
When I am 8 years old, I want to learn to ride a bike. My father tried to stop me and threatened to break my leg if I secretly learned to ride a bike. But my mother unexpectedly said, "Let her go!"
10 years old, I will go to my grandmother's house not too far from my home with some classmates. I said a lot of nice things, but my father wouldn't let go. Several students guaranteed tickets and promised to call my grandmother's house to report peace, but my father still disagreed. Just then my mother came home. She whispered a few words in my father's ear and then said loudly, "Let her go!" " "
You call the shots
13 years old, I was in junior high school, and my mother gave me a new word: "You are the boss!" "
When I first signed up for school, my father asked me to live at home, saying that the conditions at home were superior to those at school and I didn't have to wash clothes and cook by myself. But I like to live a free collective life in the school dormitory with my classmates. Just when our father and daughter were deadlocked, my mother gave me a trusting look and said, "You are the boss!" " "
A classmate in a certain area needs hospitalization for leukemia. His family is in financial difficulties, and all his classmates have donated money. I want to give her the pocket money I have accumulated over the years. When I asked my mother for advice, she threw out a sentence without thinking: "You have the final say!" "
My mother's language and way of love are changing, but my mother's feelings for me will never change.
Family members will never be laid off!
Not long ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we were going to visit the grave. I'm curious about sweeping graves. I thought it was a good opportunity to learn about China culture, so I took part in this sacred and solemn activity with my father and other relatives.
It was already 6 o'clock after arriving at the chartered place. After getting on the bus, we found a good seat and looked at the scenery outside the carriage: the trees on both sides of the road were neatly arranged and green, which was very eye-catching. A few birds flitted across the blue sky, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
When we arrived at the grave-sweeping site, we began to climb the mountain. Although the mountain road has been built with stairs, it is very undulating, slippery and difficult to walk. Young people have good legs and feet, and it is difficult to walk, not to mention the elderly. Therefore, as a junior, I must help them climb the mountain. Because I am very close to them, I feel distressed to hear their gasps because they are not breathing enough. I held their hands and walked up the stairs step by step. In order to make it easier for them to climb the stairs, I shouted the password of one two two.
Grandma smiled and said to me, "You are a good boy. If it weren't for your help, I couldn't climb up at all! " "
I replied: "This is what I should do, and it is also an experience in the process of sweeping graves!"
Grandma touched my head and agreed. I continued: "More importantly, it has made our family relationship more integrated."
There are many tombstones along the way with people's names engraved on them. Strangely, some were painted red and some were not, so I asked my father, "Why are the names on the tombstones painted red and some not?"
Dad answered me: "The dead people are colored, but the dead people are not colored." I asked again, "Why do people who are not dead write on it?" Dad replied, "It's called keeping an appointment. It's reserved."
I see. There is knowledge on a small tombstone!
I looked around, and the scenery around me had a different flavor. This is the final destination of people. Many people are here in eversleeping, so it's quiet around, and occasionally a few birds are singing, which makes people feel solemn and sacred. I saw colorful wild flowers and two rows of neat green trees on both sides of the road.
I began to think about the significance of sweeping graves. The purpose of sweeping graves is to express the memory of the living to the dead, to make the living cherish the living, to express gratitude by worshipping ancestors, and to show the love related to blood and China culture. I must pass on my respect for my ancestors, cherish my family and respect for life from generation to generation!