http://www.ganyu.org/jys/printpage.asp? ArticleID = 329 Historical Records says that Han Xin was poor when he was a child and his parents died. Although he studies hard and practices martial arts hard, he knows nothing about making money. As a last resort, he had to eat "free meals" at other people's homes. Because of this, they are often given the cold shoulder by others. Han Xin swallow not to descend this tone, went to the Huaihe River to fish, fish for food, and often had a hearty meal. On the Huaihe River, there is an old woman who washes yarn wadding for others, and she is called "Piaoniang". Seeing that Han Xin was starving, she gave him half of her food. Every day, without interruption, Han Xin vowed to repay her kindness. After Han Xin was named "Huaiyin Hou", she never forgot her wandering mother's kindness of sharing food, sent people to look around and finally gave her 1000 yuan. This is the origin of the idiom "a meal is worth 1000 yuan". Zaozhuang: Two hundred and four coughs interpret the story of filial piety. This is the true story of a village in Xuzhuang Town, Shanting, Zaozhuang City, Shandong Province. "Oh ... ahem ...", 65438+ 10/5, at dinner time, Yin, an official of Xuzhuang Town, was having dinner with his family. His father suddenly coughed. He put down his rice bowl, turned around, covered his mouth with his hand, coughed dully and said shyly to his son and daughter-in-law, "Look, I'm choking on food." Then, he got up and took his clothes and went back to the old house in the village to have a rest. Yin's wife borrowed money to run a pig farm. During the day, her father helps them mix materials, feed pigs and do odd jobs. I ate at the pig farm in the evening and then went home to sleep. After dinner, the first snow fell in southern Shandong in 2004, and the old man Yin walked back on the snow. In the middle of the night, Yin's wife told her husband, "Hey, my father has been coughing for several days. I'm afraid he has other diseases. " Yin said to him, "Is it his old bronchitis again?" Yin got up, put on clothes, put on shoes, and put his coat on his body. His daughter-in-law asked him, "Where are you going so late?" Yin said, "You sleep alone first, and I'll go to the village to see my father." It is windy outside. Yin put her hand into the coat tube, stamped her foot and walked to the village entrance. Along the way, Yin has been thinking that after the death of his mother, his father has been living in a house deep in the village. I worked hard to raise him, and now I live up to expectations, and my daughter-in-law is also very capable. Father should be content to get better day by day. Yin went to the old pagoda tree in front of the house and heard his father coughing violently. Cough for a while, gradually subsided, like falling asleep. Yin wants to stay with his father for a while. He just wanted to call the door, but he was afraid of waking his father. I didn't disturb him after a good sleep. Yin decided to stand at the door for a while. Yin remembered that when his mother had just died, someone introduced an object to his father. The father looked at the two children and sighed, "I'd better pull it alone!" " Decades later, my sister got married, and I got married myself, leaving my old father alone. It was the Spring Festival that year, and people were preparing new year's goods and some fried foods. Father went out to work and didn't come back He and his sister are waiting at the entrance to the village. One day, my father came back covered in snowflakes and saw two children staying under the big tree, and his tears suddenly fell down. Father won't cook fried New Year's goods in other people's homes, and the salt hasn't melted yet. As soon as the dishes enter the pot, they rattle and splash large pieces of oil flowers, and the fried dishes are half-cooked. My father was afraid of wasting, so he ate them all. As a result, coupled with a cold, he got bronchitis, but he didn't make it in recent years. Since he opened a pig farm, he has been busy with his own affairs all day, but he often hides his illness for fear that he will be worried. Thinking of this, he couldn't bear to disturb his father, so he stood at the door and listened to his father sleeping. After a while, father coughed again. Somehow, it gets worse every time. Cough sounds like a hammer hitting his son's heart: "One, two, three …" Yin counted in his mind. After coughing for a while, my father got better and Yin's heart calmed down a little. Soon, my father's cough rang again, "Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-three ..." Yin cried involuntarily as he counted. His feet were frozen stiff, so he walked gently in the snow. When he counted to the first 190, it was almost dawn before he knew it. After a while, dad got up. Yin pushed open the door and asked his father, "Dad, did you sleep well last night?" Father smiled and said, "Well, I slept till dawn. Why are you here so early? " Yin's tears were more than I could bear. He said to his father, "Dad, we are not doing anything today. I will accompany you to the county people's hospital. " Yin told us the story with tears in her eyes. He said: "I have never been so filial to my parents as my parents gave me!" As the year is approaching, we must pay more attention to the lives of the elderly. Spend more time with the elderly. Don't let the old people spend the New Year alone! "