After the noise, the children began to accompany the book silently. After the noise, I turned on the computer and habitually browsed some news. Then I enjoyed my birthday for only one hour in the exquisite and elegant music whirlpool. The song flows tactfully and charmingly, and my mood is winding, soothing and quiet. The last good time of my birthday is passing by. At this time, I am very different from me during the day.
The wind and fire during the day, the laughter during the day, have all become memories after my memory. At night, I am more calm and indifferent, more gentle and peaceful, and more reminiscent of a calm heart.
44 years of life, flowers bloom and fall, and Yan goes to Yan. In retrospect, a lot of things shook in front of my eyes one shot at a time, as if they had just passed by yesterday.
Whether I am old, have more leisure, or have more nostalgia and nostalgia in my life, I am really keen on recalling the past. I just feel that savoring the vivid past, whether pain or happiness, sadness or calmness, frustration or pride, has become a fortune in my spiritual life. Although they have never had a brilliant aura, they are the most beautiful in my heart.
Is it true that the light slipped from my hand again a few years later, and now everything will become my intoxicating memories!
When the hourglass leaked out, I drew a deep, shallow and clearly visible annual ring in the corner of my forehead. The years that have slipped away have taken away a lot and left many clear or vague memories. At this moment, they flocked to my heart and talked to me in the quiet night.
Visible:
For decades, you have been conscientious, worthy of conscience, worthy of wages, and worthy of the party and the people;
That thrifty housekeeping, love clean, energetic, sentimental, love each other, grateful for life, grateful for life;
My brother uses a wall as a curtain, a green military blanket (father's) as a curtain, a picture drawn by my sister on the glass as a story, my brother's singing (language) as a soundtrack (dubbing), staring at your curious eyes and clapping your hands;
Father works along the line, and mother works on May 7th. In the second grade of primary school, because there are not enough classrooms, I can only go to school for half a day. During the half-day holiday, the little man stepped on a small bench and laboriously rubbed a large piece of noodles, steamed buns of different sizes, black and yellow, and other family members came back. Then let the sisters talk about how black the steamed buns were when you were a child.
That street, that beach, and classmates pick up dung (school), Artemisia (class), pick up broken glass (school), catch horses and snakes, catch Niu Niu, shave ice cubes, and run happily;
That winter, my mother took her younger brother and sister back to her hometown. In order to avoid the cold of the dishwashing handle, my younger sister would feel sorry for you.
Sitting in the sand beside the playground of the school sports meeting with ponytails, applauding and cheering for the participating students. You dig the mud accumulated on the soles for a long time and grin like a dry land;
The man who staggered home with two buckets that were not in harmony with his young and emaciated self, and beat the water that he could barely stir up in the puddle or ice beach near the well;
The active one, in order to eat fresh vegetables at home occasionally, to undertake housework for parents, to take the train to a new place dozens of kilometers away, and to cross the canal in order to buy a basket of tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplant and peppers;
In the era of movie premiere, in order to occupy favorable terrain, you and your classmates drew a circle on the square to play with sandbags, jump rubber bands and grab rocks until night fell and the movie began.
That gluttonous and playful man has traveled all over the south vegetable field, the north vegetable field and even the small island in the center of the Yellow River, just for you, who is not afraid of hardship, fatigue and danger;
Then you are still in the bright classroom today, but tomorrow you walk into the desert inexplicably, lonely and helpless;
I work very hard on the black-bone chicken line. Most of the recipes for a week are maintained by pickles and shredded potatoes at home, and you are frugal just to give your mother more money.
The man who runs around for work and lives a helpless and frugal life;
The one who plays mahjong with his father, brother and brother on holidays and often plays poker and checkers with his brother at ordinary times;
The one who laughs and cries with him, is angry with him, has a cold war with him, whispers with him, is affectionate with him and is in the same boat with him;
After more than eight months of pregnancy, you wear transparent sandy maternity clothes and shuttle between the southernmost and northernmost parts of Wuhai West every day.
You are infinitely proud of being a happy mother after giving birth to your son in a painful groan and watching your child grow up little by little;
You get along well with your relatives, like to take your sisters and brothers home, and you will be lost and sad because of everyone's departure later;
As a mother, you feel a little kindness from your parents when you are worried about your children. You often visit your parents with gratitude and do what you can for them.
There are many, many beautiful, not rich but sincere you who come to me with a bright smile and will move towards the future. ...
Forty-four years passed. Life flies, the years are quiet!
I wish myself a happy birthday, and then I wish myself happiness every day for the rest of my life!