Prose suitable for the elderly to recite 1
When I was a teenager, I only depended on my mother. When I was young, I might just love my mother blindly. Only when the sun of life moves towards noon and life has spring and summer can we have a deep understanding and love for our mother.
We may suddenly realize that mother is actually a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to deep lake, from bright moon to iceberg.
With the pace of life, when we also feel the wrinkles on our mother's forehead and her white hair and a wisp of white hair with horns and tails, we sometimes find it difficult to tell whether our mother is old or our years are old. What do we want to leave behind is an unforgettable maternal love, or the years of dribs and drabs, travel-stained, blood and tears?
The passage of time is speechless. When we have feelings about time, it must be in a deep memory. When we truly realize our mother's sacrifice, we should also enter the season of giving and sacrificing.
Sometimes I wonder, did mom just raise us? Without the dedication, sacrifice and selfless love of my mother, would there be warmth, sunshine and heavy tears in this world?
We finally grew up, from a boy to a man; From daughter to mother. When we think that our shoulders have provoked responsibility and destiny, when we seem to be proud of life, maybe one day, we will suddenly find that our white-haired mother is looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We will suddenly feel that in the eyes of our mother, we will never get rid of the feeling of being a baby and will always be the ignorant child in our mother's arms.
It is often at the moment of looking back, before the long journey, when we leave, we suddenly find that we have never left our mother's sight and concern. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? I've been thinking, what can we give my mother in return?
Mother is a kind of time. No matter my personal mediocre or simple life experience, or the teaching and proof given to me by the progress of the whole society, I have suffered the most pain, shouldered the most pressure and swallowed the most tears in my life journey, but I still face life and us with love, warmth, sympathy, kindness and smile, only my mother, my forever mother!
So I understand why so many philosophers regard the scarred nation as their mother, the surging river as their mother and the vast land as their mother.
Because what can be borne, the mother has borne it; What should be paid, the mother has paid. As an era, mother is not only a symbol of the nation, but also a symbol of love.
Maybe it's because I can't repay everything that the floating years have given me, so I have always loved my mother and my old mother. In my eyes, my mother is a time worthy of tears forever and a beautiful story that can never be read.
Prose suitable for the elderly to recite II.
There are always some old people living alone around us. Life is particularly inconvenient because the children are not around. When they see other people laughing together, their eyes are full of envy. ...
Grandma Zhang lives downstairs in my house. Her children worked in other places, and her wife died young. She is the only one left at home, so life is very inconvenient. She's sick, nobody takes care of her, and she's on her own. Because her legs and feet are not good, she has to buy a lot of vegetables at once. I saw her carrying a big bag, walking for a while, resting for a while, and slowly walking home. I was sad to see her nose sour.
Grandma Zhang is my grandma's good friend. She often goes to her house to play when she is free, so today I decided to visit Grandma Zhang.
I went to grandma Zhang's door and found it open. I went in with a question. As soon as I entered, I found Grandma Zhang sitting on the sofa with tears in her eyes. I went to grandma Zhuang and asked her, "Grandma Zhang, are you okay?" Grandma Zhang said sadly, "I'm not well at all." I have no son or daughter to take care of me and accompany me. Although she sends me a lot of money every year, I feel that if they can come back to see me, I will be happier than how much money they take! " Say that finish, big big tears fell down. I said, "Don't be sad, Grandma Zhang. I'll help you clean the house. " After the house was cleaned up, I chatted with Grandma Zhang again, and finally promised to visit Grandma Zhang often when she left.
Now, Grandma Zhang has gone to Shenzhen to accompany her son, but for Grandma Wang and her son, their family is finally reunited. How many empty nesters like Grandma Wang are flying around like migratory birds? Although there are always people calling for old-age care, how many people have really done it?