I once heard my grandmother say that the most painful thing for the Japanese to come to China to burn, kill and plunder was that they had to cover their crying children to death in order to avoid them ... Later, the mother went crazy-as long as she heard the baby crying, she would cover her mouth nervously until the day she died.
During the Tangshan earthquake, a tangled mother was faced with a cruel choice at a critical moment: save her son or save her daughter ... When saving her son, her heart swam with that daughter-many years later, when she saw her daughter still there, she couldn't help kneeling down.
This is a mother's disaster, which she can't bear but must bear. Who will give a responsible account of her disaster? Who will pay for her disastrous life? Life? Who wants this life? Who can refuse such a life?
Don't think that these things are far away from us. Don't always think that life is good, life is good, and happiness is like a flower ... We have seen happiness like flowers, but flowers always bear fruit. Who can be sure that his life will naturally grow into good fruit after flowering?
When my mother-in-law gave birth to eight children, she only had children without herself. Children get married separately and have their own children. In the past, when there were many people, my mother-in-law hid in the kitchen all day making tea, which was not enough for everyone to eat and drink. But when there are a lot of delicious food and drinks, everyone grows up and flies away. Mother-in-law is reluctant to part with anything. I got diabetes in my later years. We are in the house of our hometown, with rice in this corner and lard in that corner. The cupboard is full of useless things, and both refrigerators are full of vegetables. ...
She is afraid of poverty. Hungry. The days of lack of food and clothing are unforgettable. But now, diabetes prevents her from eating a lot of things she wants. At that time, all the delicious food she dreamed of was now in front of her, and she couldn't move. Brother-in-law who kills pigs can't sell pork knuckle ribs all the year round, jackfruit and bergamot brought back from Sanya by Hainan's son, and some delicious food that she has never seen before, piled up in front of her like a mountain, which she could not finish. ...
When you are hungry, you panic; when you are rich, you get sick. This kind of life is undoubtedly the most tragic practice in the world. In the end, you still get nothing, no matter how rich you are.
I see all this in my eyes and keep it in my heart. Think repeatedly, compare constantly, bring it to God, ask him why, and ask him the answer.
I'm sure that God has worked in the past, present and future. He knows the good and the bad, the righteous and the sinner, and everything under the sun.
I thought that every day in the world, I would live one more day, but I don't know if I live one more day, but I don't know if I live one less day ... We like to meet people once, but we will lose one person ... those who are willing to do it once, lose one ... even the words I code now, one code, one less!
In this limited life, it is subtraction, not addition! Bitter and short! Why are you still alive with hope? What is the reason to live? How good is the future? Do it wholeheartedly. What is waiting for us?
Don't we want to understand that the further we go, the shorter we will be? ...