Haha, the cow feels great comfort. Make progress every day, which is a good word. I remember that I wrote in the article "How to live up to this life" that touched many people. My motto is make progress every day.
Life is full of all kinds of coincidences and metaphors. I brushed an inspirational story this morning. A 43-year-old woman came to the United States to study again in order to realize her life dream. There is a saying that deeply touched me: after quenching, the weak will be stronger and the weak will be stronger.
This is the portrayal of elder sister's life!
Yesterday when I was cleaning up the housework, I saw a fluffy chestnut wig in a waste paper box upstairs. My eyes are wet. I hold it in my hand. The past is like an unopened spirit, which makes my eyes ache and makes me cry.
Elder sister is nine years older than me. Big sister is like mother. Her family was poor when she was a child. My sister took on the burden of the family early. After school, she took her brother and sister to work in the fields and went home to do housework. Inadvertently, the rice is burnt, or the younger brother and sister wet their pants. When the mother slaps, the young man's face will fall like raindrops.
I remember that in the summer when I was 5 years old, my sister took a few kilograms of pesticide pot and led me to apply medicine to cotton. Cotton is the most difficult to serve among all crops, so it is necessary to remove the seedlings in time, otherwise it will grow wildly and only grow high without falling fruit; When the seedlings grow, they always like to eat insects, cotton aphids, cotton bollworms and so on. If not found and treated in time, cotton will get sick and wither. But cotton is the most profitable of all crops, so no matter how hard it is, farmers in the north will not give up.
In the hot sun, there is no one in the field, only the cicadas on the branches remind us of the existence of time. When cotton is applied, it must be under the scorching sun at noon and when the morning dew is dry and there is no rain, so that the drug effect can be fully exerted.
/kloc-my 0/4-year-old sister asked me to play in the field, carrying a big and heavy pesticide pot on my back and slowly shuttling through the field. I picked dog tail grass and made myself a wreath, while talking nonsense with my sister. This is also a kind of fun. I was naive and didn't think how hard my sister worked.
The elder sister manipulated the pressure lever of the medicine jar with one hand and worked in the cotton field with the nozzle rod in the other, and her back was soaked. The pesticide used is dimethoate, which has strong efficacy and strong smell, but the elder sister didn't wear a mask because she didn't have it at home, and no one felt it necessary to wear a mask.
Xiao Hong wrote in Biography of Hulan River that a child was killed by his mother because he didn't serve the pig well. In the eyes of many poor people, everything that can be exchanged for money is much more important than people.
I chatted with my sister, and suddenly I didn't return for a long time. I looked up and looked around for my sister, so I quickly left my dog's tail grass and ran to the field to find it.
My sister fainted in a cotton field more than a foot high because of pesticide poisoning.
I was so scared that I shook my sister while crying that tears fell on her face, pattering.
Elder sister didn't make any noise. I thought she was dead and stood up to call someone, but the green fields were endless and only cicadas were heard. Where is the human voice?
I was at a loss and was about to go home to call my mother when my foot was touched. I looked down and my sister opened her eyes.
I helped my sister sit up, and she kept vomiting. Don't be afraid, I'm fine, elder sister said in a hoarse voice.
After a long time, I walked home step by step, holding my sister's hand, carrying an empty medicine can that was almost up to my height. My sister told me not to say anything when I got home.
I nodded. I know my sister won't let me say that I'm not afraid that my mother will love her, but that I'm afraid of being beaten again. Mom will be furious when she knows, and she can't do any work well!
No child wants to be spoiled in his mother's arms, but not every child is so lucky. Smart and sensible children are whipped by the whip of life. It is the mother's mantra that a dutiful son is born under the stick.
We grew up under my mother's stick, I was admitted to the university, and I have been far away from my hometown since then; Big sister works, gets married and has children.
One night in the winter of 20 14, I just put my child to sleep when I received a call from my second sister from the south. My sister is ill. No sooner had the second sister said a few words than she cried.
My heart sank and I waited quietly with my mobile phone.
Stage 4 uterine cancer, pelvic cavity and ovary have been infected. It is conservatively estimated that it will be 8 months to 2 years ... My sister didn't want us to know, but my former colleague told me quietly.
The second sister told the story intermittently. She used to work in a hospital in her hometown town, and later moved to the south with her second brother-in-law.
Put down the phone, I didn't sleep all night, and my childhood memories came back, so I couldn't cry. Life, how can it be so difficult? Fate, why is it so difficult? After you climb mountain after mountain, there are mountains ahead.
As adults, our three sisters have been scattered all over the world, wandering alone and struggling to make a living. Only the elder sister stayed in her hometown, and she took care of everything about her parents.
The elder sister's marriage is not happy. The so-called elder brother-in-law is older than her 10 years old and is a former colleague. She has no ambition, she just wants to muddle along. Her biggest hobby is gambling. She went through the formalities of early retirement, and after seeing her children off at home every day, she became addicted to gambling tables. It is common to lose thousands of dollars from morning till night.
My second sister and I have repeatedly advised my elder sister to divorce. She cares about her son's young age and worries about others' jokes. In addition, she paid too much for her husband when she was young, and she was reluctant to give up after all. So day after day, she was black and blue all over.
Bad guy, bad mood, if you don't stay away from the stop loss in time, your ship will sink. No one is God, what's more, even God can't help all beings.
My second sister and I hurried home, one south and one north.
Arrived at the hospital, the elder sister had finished the operation under the arrangement of the second sister, lying in the hospital bed, with tubes all over her body. The morning sun shone through the window. Her lips were chapped and peeling, her eyebrows were tight, and she groaned from time to time. She didn't sleep well. I think the anesthetic has passed, and her pain is unbearable.
I sat by the bed and wiped her mouth with a cotton swab dipped in water. Tears can't stop falling on the white sheets, wetting a large area. Elder sister woke up, took my hand and said with a smile, Third, I have divorced him.
Big sister is in the hospital bed, telling me bits and pieces one by one.
Every time I mentioned divorce, my ex-husband threatened to drink pesticides. Strong sister wants to live a good life. After work, she partnered with her friends to do agricultural business, and a lot of pesticides, seeds and fertilizers were stored at home. Unexpectedly, it became her ex-husband's best weapon.
After the last quarrel, the elder sister sent the seeds to the countryside, and it was already late at night when she got home. Her ex-husband just lost the bet and punched her. She couldn't bear to ask for a divorce. He repeated the old trick of drinking pesticides. The elder sister gritted her teeth and sent her foaming ex-husband to the hospital for rescue. After that, she overcame all difficulties, decisively divorced and never looked back.
However, life is like sailing against the current, and my sister's ship has been terminally ill because of long-term overload.
The elder sister is lying in the hospital bed, and the man is making trouble again. In the corridor of the hospital, I grabbed him by the collar and fought with him. If anything happens to my sister, I won't spare you.
The man left, and I squatted in the corridor and cried.
It never rains but it pours. At this time, the big sister's business failed and she owed huge debts.
After my second sister and I left, considering the economic reasons, my elder sister moved from the single room arranged by my second sister to a large ward of more than a dozen people. People came and went in the big ward, and every patient was taken care of before the bed. She is the only one from morning till night.
Others asked about her family. She smiled and shook her head. I'm alone. My son is facing the senior high school entrance examination, my mother is in poor health, and my sister can only face her fate by herself. The patient's family was moved by her strength, helped her get dressed and helped her to go to the toilet. They quietly cooked a meal for her from the canteen and put it on the bed.
I think of Zhang Ailing's half-life fate. When Man Zhen was in hospital, her family helped her. Sometimes, the warmth of strangers is more real than the so-called relatives.
My sister was tortured by radiotherapy and chemotherapy all day and all night. She remembers crying all night by the moat when she was diagnosed with illness, and then she thought it would be better to jump into the river.
I called her, said a few words, and she hung me up. All the pains in life can only be borne by myself, and no one who kisses me can feel the same. However, I hung up the phone and told her with a picture of my son on the screen saver that I couldn't give up. For my son's sake, I would bite my teeth and live.
The ward is noisy, and the elder sister talks to herself like a mental patient and fights with each other like an old urchin Zhou, freeing herself from the pain in her heart. Others think that she can't stand obsession, but she smiles and sings.
Infected by the strong and optimistic elder sister, the patients all sang along with her, and the ward echoed with the songs of a group of cancer patients who did not give in to their fate. The nurse came in to change the dressing, watched the demons dance and laughed. Are you having a party?
Life does not believe in tears. A strong wind can blow away a piece of white paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly, because the strength of life lies in disobedience.
Life is full of hardships, some people are reborn in suffering, and some people fall and sink in suffering; Some people bring warmth to others after suffering, while others bring disaster to others after suffering. Because some hearts are clear springs, suffering makes them clearer; Some hearts are barren beaches, and suffering makes them more barren.
Hemingway said: life will always make us black and blue, but in the end, those injured places will definitely become our strongest places.
After the elder sister was discharged from the hospital, she retired, sold her car, paid off some debts, summed up the lessons of entrepreneurial failure and actively sought new opportunities. The elder sister patted her chest and said to the customer, as long as my elder sister Niu is here, you need not be afraid. I won't owe you a penny! Those old customers were moved by the strength and integrity of this elder sister and chose to continue to cooperate with her and become her lifelong customers and friends.
In order to overcome the disease, the elder sister began to learn Chinese medicine, recuperate herself, and climb mountains to exercise with her clients and friends. A mountain with an altitude of nearly 1000 meters is steep and steep. Others advised her that you are in poor health, so let's go down to the mountainside. The stubborn elder sister refused to agree, just gritted her teeth and climbed to the top of the mountain, winning everyone's applause.
Three years after leaving the hospital, the elder sister made a comeback with her own brain and hands, paid off all her debts, bought a big house, hired a female secretary, made a boyfriend, and lived comfortably. Seeing her in my hometown this time, I feel that she is younger, radiant from the inside out and full of the brilliance of life.
Life is full of hardships. The so-called brave man is not afraid of hardship. After suffering, he can still love life, know the world, be ignorant of the world, sing all the way, be the best himself, and bump into the life he wants.
Tagore said that only by giving life can you get life.
I believe that everyone who loves life can live their true self and live up to this life.
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