I have a soft spot for noodles, not because I like noodles so much, but because this bowl of noodles has an inexhaustible taste, which is worth remembering all my life.

when I was a child, I heard someone say "going to a restaurant", so I smiled back and asked my father, "What do you mean going to a restaurant?" Dad smiled. "One day, I will take you to eat noodles.". "Really? When are you going? " Dad looked at the sweet sorghum in the yard and said, "I'll take you when the sweet sorghum grows taller." I was so excited that I waited.

I look forward to the sweet sorghum growing in the yard every day, which is similar to sugarcane in the south. There is a lot of sugar in the straw. Chewing the sweet juice inside is sweet and delicious. Finally, when the sweet sorghum grew taller, my father cut off the sorghum stalks and tied them into a big bundle, carried them on his shoulders and took my hand. "Go, sell this sweet sorghum, and my father will take you to a restaurant." I am happy to follow my father on the road, and we are going to sell it in Yuanbaoshan market eight miles away.

along the way, the sun was blazing, my father was carrying sweet sorghum weighing dozens of pounds, and I trotted behind, and soon I was panting and couldn't walk. At this time, my father put down the bundle of sorghum stalks on his shoulders, carried me forward, walked a long way, put me down, told me to wait in the same place, and my father went back to carry the bundle of sorghum stalks. I watched my father go back and forth, shaking the bundle of sweet sorghum stalks upside down, and there was a thin me. Sweat wet his clothes. Naively, I lay on my father's wet back and felt very comfortable. I smiled and wiped the sweat on my father's neck with one hand, just for fun.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I think it's been a long time, and it's finally here. Sweet sticks with three cents each (sweet sticks are what city people always call them) are very popular, especially children, who always pull the skirts of adults "I want sweet sticks!" " The adults came over and picked one for the child. The number of sweet sticks decreased one by one, and my father's purse had more odds and ends of coins, and soon the bundle of sweet sticks was sold out. Dad happily pulled me up: "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant!" "

there are so many people walking into the restaurant! Dad found me a place to sit down, and spent 25 cents to buy me a bowl of noodles. Dad was very excited and said to me, "Dad is not hungry, dad is watching you eat, so be full." I nodded, and the white and transparent noodles were covered with leek and egg marinade, and golden yolk was dotted among the green leeks, and the trembling sauce-colored starch was really delicious at that time. I gulped down the noodles. The noodles were really delicious. I was full. Look at my father sitting opposite me, smiling and watching me eat. His satisfaction and joy were beyond words. "Dad, I'm full." "Eat more, don't leave it!" I shook my head. At this moment, my father took my leftover soup with a few noodles floating, ate it and even drank the soup. Seeing this scene, I suddenly said sensibly, "Dad, I will grow up to earn money and buy you many bowls of noodles!" " Dad smiled, and his smile was brighter than ever. Then my father shouldered the scorching sun, carrying me on my back with a hungry stomach, and I slept sweetly on my father's back. I don't know the eight-mile journey, how did my hungry father get me home? I only know that when I woke up, I was lying on the kang at home, and my father was looking at me with a smile!

After graduating from normal school, I got my first month's salary. I should repay my debt with the money I earned, but my father has already left me. Dad, when I earn money, I'll buy you many bowls of noodles! It became a promise that I could never keep. In spite of this, I don't know whether it was to commemorate or for the "promise" of that year. An unclear motivation prompted me to ride my bike and come to the hotel of that year. The hotel was much more luxurious. I asked for a bowl of noodles, sat there, ate a few mouthfuls, and put it down. I never felt the joy of entering the restaurant for the first time, never found the delicious noodles in those years, and never felt the happiness and warmth in those years. My mind is full of memories, my eyes are full of tears, and my heart is full of bitterness ... Tears reappear the scene of that year: in the hot sun, my father carried a large bundle of sweet sorghum and looked at me. He came to me and put down the heavy bundle of sweet sorghum. He quickly picked me up and strode forward, comforting me in his mouth: "It's hot, it will arrive soon." Sweat wet his clothes, even the ends of his hair. I lay on my wet back, playing with the sweat on his neck and hair tips with my hands, waiting patiently in his comfort. A father, in order to satisfy a wish of his beloved daughter, suffered a heavy burden under the scorching sun and traveled back and forth on the sun-baked gravel road. I didn't spend a penny, and I was hungry. How did I get home when I was asleep? It is conceivable! The scorching sun, thirst, hunger and fatigue are all drowned by the great father's love! Nowadays, things have changed, dad! How can your daughter repay you for your mountain of fatherly love! That bowl of noodles was delicious in those days, but now it is all the hardships and bitterness that my father paid. My daughter's heart is no longer the satisfaction and joy of that year, but the heartache and bitterness! Moved with regret, I burst into tears. How can I repay this mountain of fatherly love? Not even a chance to repay!

After marriage, I have children. As a mother, I like to take my daughter who just went to kindergarten to a restaurant and ask for bowls of noodles. I like to sit opposite and watch my daughter eat noodles, especially when she looks at her gluttony. I can't help laughing, smiling from my heart and smiling happily and contentedly. "Mom, why don't you eat? Don't you like noodles? " "Oh, I prefer to watch you eat noodles, eat them in your mouth, and the sweetness is in your mother's heart!" "Mom, when I grow up and make money, I will buy the best noodles for my parents!" In a word, it was sweet in my heart, and I smiled, really happy! At this moment, I can see the scene where my father took me to eat noodles more than 21 years ago ... I really feel that my father went through all the hardships to satisfy his daughter's desire to "go to a restaurant" and always had a smile on his face. Now I recall the bowl of noodles from a mother's point of view: the bowl of noodles contains my father's deep love! The satisfaction of my daughter is my father's most beautiful wish, and my father's heart is sweet and happy! Just like me now.

In a blink of an eye, more than 21 years have passed, and now my daughter is married and has a lovely daughter. Last summer, I went to Hohhot for a holiday. My daughter and son-in-law knew that I like noodles and drove my family to Xibei Naked Wheat Village. This is a large-scale brand restaurant with many kinds of pasta, which has the cultural customs of the northwest region. Here, the food is connected with nature, and the feeling and culture blend, which has won praise from all over the country and even foreign friends. I'm glad to come here, but I can't find the excitement of "going to a restaurant" for the first time as a child. A bowl of noodles with 15 yuan is really not as sweet as the noodles with 25 cents that my father bought for me. The little granddaughter sitting in the baby chair, "Yi Yi Ya ……" kept shouting with excitement, and the whole family watched her smile. Nowadays, the happiness of children has become the focus of our dinner table. So I told my daughter and son-in-law the story of the first time I went to a restaurant to eat noodles when I was a child. When I was moved, my daughter realized the origin of my love for noodles. When I saw my daughter and son-in-law putting noodles in the child's mouth, I was filled with emotion, and I couldn't say how happy I was. I recalled the bowl of noodles that year again: "Dad! It's your bowl of noodles that year, so that deep love can be passed down from generation to generation! "

Not long ago, my daughter called and said that she planned to open a noodle restaurant after work, and I readily agreed. Just two months later, my daughter's "iron pot braised noodles" suitable for family dinner opened. I am really excited. I want to tell this news to my father who is buried in the grave. I can proudly say, "Dad, I kept my promise, and we really have a lot of noodles! Your bowl of noodles full of father's love makes me relive my life! Your deep love will be spread from generation to generation and spread to thousands of households! " My tears show my father's bright smiling face. The tree wants to remain quiet, but the wind won't stop; the son wants to serve his parents in their old age, but they are no more. I watched a video, which told me a short story that kept me silent for a long time ... An old man said in the story, "A pair of brothers and sisters who read a very high degree of education didn't come home when they worked outside for more than a year. He never dreamed of coming home. What he saw was that they were very surprised. He found that his mother had left, and then his father was alone. But when he got home, his father's house was a mess like a warehouse and a garbage dump. The brother and sister blamed themselves very much, and then it took two days to clean the house like a little bit before it was bright. Then while cleaning the room, I found a passage in one of his father's books. It's actually very simple:

When we are old, we are all old, and we are no longer what we used to be. Please be your children's understanding and have a little patience with us. Don't think that we are nagging all day long, and the preface is inconsistent. In fact, it's not all for your own good. As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer. Don't blame us when we spill the beans and leave the food on our clothes. Please think about how we started to feed you. When we are incontinent, we dirty our clothes. Don't complain that we are slow. Please think about what we did when you were young. When we forget the theme, please give us some time to think about it. In fact, it doesn't matter what we talk about. As long as you are around and listen to us, we will be satisfied. Filial piety doesn't have to be material or financial. Just care about us as often as you can. Bring us a cup of hot tea after dinner. On sunny days, go out with us and chat with our neighbors. When you get married and have children, you will be happy when you bring them home for us to see. Don't be sad when you watch us grow old until we are hunched over and our eyes are dim. This is the natural law. Understand us and support us. At the beginning, we led you on the road of life. Now, please accompany us to the last road and give us more love. We will return your grateful smile, which embodies our infinite love for you.

What a simple sentence, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Can this proverb be changed and passed down from generation to generation? See if the old man's requirements are not high, and find out what he said is the same as what our ancestors said. Filial piety is not just a matter of throwing a few dollars. The so-called dogs and horses can be raised. Why is disrespect different? In fact, everyone will get old. Caring for the elderly means caring for ourselves. Therefore, this is called old age, and people are old. There is no child, and people are young. We are forced by this real society, and many people have to leave their homes.

But, as the lyrics say, "No matter how far you go, no matter how old you are, you can't forget our mother at any time!" When we don't call home for a few days. Who will be most worried, who will be most sad when we hang up our parents impatiently, maybe we are outside or the scenery is chic! Or work hard! Busy is no excuse, what old people need is voice, not consideration! It's care! Some of us outside often listen patiently to dad's lessons and mom's nagging! We may get a lot of things and want a lot of things in our life. In the eyes of our parents, we are the only one, that is, everything. Maybe the old people can't help or support your life goals. After all, they are old. Have children and adopt daughters for a lifetime, so all the good ones are given to us. Do you interact well with your parents? These two people are the people who gave birth to your life. Without them, there would be no you. Many people go to the temple to kowtow to the Buddha, and their parents are living Buddhas at home, so why should Lingshan worship the supreme? Your parents are your living bodhisattvas. Do you respect them?

A friend on the Internet said that he had been running a bath center for four years, and he had never given his father a massage or his mother a sole. He said that when he came home at night, he took his father's hand and looked at it. His hands were full of calluses, and he cried. When he beat his father's back, he said that when he put his hands on his father's back, he couldn't stop crying. The straight back that made him ride as a war horse had long been bent, and the back that rode around his neck had long been unable to stand up. Can you see it? Dad is old. He said that he took his mother's hand and wanted to cut his nails. He couldn't help it any longer. Did you know that the soft hands that led him to school were bare? It was only when his mother was old that he remembered to look at her face. He found wrinkles all over her face and her eyes were dim. He looked at her white hair, and he felt that he could not find it by himself. One, two, can you check it?

as the ancients all know, being filial when you enter the country means being sincere when you leave it, while believing in loving people and caring for others means learning literature when you have spare capacity. You can't even interact with your parents and be filial! With the progress of society, I find that human nature is degenerating, and money makes us lose human nature. Maybe you feel great when you have some achievements and power in the unit. When you are dancing and dancing in a colorful city, will you think of those two simple old people waiting for you?

I come from a poor rural area. I will always remember the way my mother took the soles of her shoes under the oil lamp when I was a child, the way my parents scrambled to move bricks in the rain in the middle of the night to build a mud house, and the way I couldn't afford the tuition of tens of dollars in primary school. The way my parents put in a good word with their teachers at school has changed. Time has passed. I don't complain or blame anything. I do what I should do and try my best to make my family happy and happy! Be worthy of being a son and a father!

when I was about the same age as my father when he died, one day, I read his diary. It was not until I became a father myself that I discovered the warmth and sadness about my father.

at the age of 13, I had to say goodbye to my father. Thirty years later, when I was 43 years old, I met my father again. When we separated, he was the father of five children and the parent of a family of nine. Today, I am also the father of a child and the head of the family.

I saw my father's diary in the closet where I went to my hometown. After my father died, the diary should be burned with other relics, but my mother found it and kept it there. The whole family knows that my father's diary is kept there, but no one is interested. No one has ever opened the closet.

after starting a business for 11 years, I gradually became bored with my career. Occasionally, a great sense of powerlessness surges. In the past 2111 years, I have created so many video works. However, is one of them completely created according to my thoughts and will and completely belongs to me? The answer is not at all. In fact, as the subject of life, I don't exist. And this kind of life will continue in the future, which makes me feel desperate. Despair gradually spread, became a doubt about the whole life, and finally made me