We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.
Mother doesn't want to come out. She is old and in poor health. She will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listened to me as I did when I was a child.
The weather is fine. This year's spring has come too late, too late, and some old people can't hold on. But spring has finally come. My mother survived another severe winter.
In this field in the early spring in the south, large tracts of new green are paved at will, some heavy and some light; The buds on the trees are also dense; The winter water in the field is also bubbling. All this reminds people of one thing-life.
My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly cried. "There is a mother and son in front and a mother and son behind." We all laughed.
Later, there was a disagreement: mom had to take the main road, and the road was smooth; My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting. However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. The son is still young and used to listening to the tall father; What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. For an instant, I felt a great responsibility. I tried to kill two birds with one stone, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up a family and split it into two parts, each of which has its own place, but I don't want to. I decided to wronged my son because I have been with him for a long time. I said, "Take the main road."
But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path." Her eyes followed the path: golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "Where I can't walk, you carry me." Mom said to me.
In this way, we walked towards cauliflower, mulberry trees and fish ponds in the sun. In one place, I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son. Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is fat, he is young and naturally light. But my wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if what I carry and what she carries add up to the whole world.
This is a story about a family with four generations living under one roof. The theme is affection. Reading aloud with emotion will be very touching. Two minutes won't take long.