In the dream, you are still sitting in that sunny house, with your back to the sun, leaning on the couch, wearing reading glasses, and your gray hair shining in the sun. An ordinary cookbook, you always turn it over every day, muttering, "My little daughter is developing, and I have to get her something delicious and nutritious." The old radio sang tin opera on the mahogany bedside table, and the picture was fixed in my dream. ...

2. I pray for my grandmother who is dying, and hope that she will live a long life.

When I was sleeping, my grandmother was lying beside me, trembling slightly. I held her tightly and sniffed the familiar smell on her body. My grandmother stroked my back and sighed, "What will you do if my grandmother is gone?" Hearing this, I burst into tears and said with tears, "No, grandma will live a long life!" " I haven't grown up yet, so don't be absent. "

In the middle of the night, I got up quietly, knelt barefoot on the cold ground, and whispered to the lighted candle, "Sanqian, please bless grandma, just ask her what's wrong ..." I said so devoutly, crying silently.

3. Deep love between grandparents

Grandma straightened up, looked at grandpa and smiled at each other. Passing happiness in silence. Grandpa raised a hand, gently smoothed grandma's messy sideburns and said gently, "I'm leaving."

On holidays, my father always hangs pictures in the living room, which is nothing more than a small landscape map. He will put them away after the festival. This picture of nave has been in the drawer for more than ten years, and this is the first time to show up. He didn't eat any food, so he hung up the picture: first, remove the small piece under the wall near the door, and people stood trembling on the wooden chair, holding the picture in their hands, trying to hang it on the wall. The second sister couldn't stand it, so she came and fixed the chair and let him hang calmly. Nave is a splash-ink peony with the title "Flowers are like flowers"; The length of the painting is very large, hanging in the middle of the wall, accounting for one-third of the area, which is not commensurate with the living room that is not wide. The thick ink color and bright posture of peony are quite different from the furniture that has lost its luster. Dad lit up the sunset glow and stood in a corner, holding the blooming flowers carefully. He saw nothing but the picture on the wall.

In the evening, Sister Ling calmly walked into the living room with her brother. Say hello to my parents one by one. When it was my turn, I couldn't wait for my brother to speak. I smiled and reached out to me first, and gave my name clearly and briefly. I held her hand awkwardly, but forgot to report my name like her. While serving tea in the kitchen, I secretly took some photos in front of the glass cupboard, but I was thinking about Ling Jie's unusual honey brown skin.

6. fatherly love: my father picked me up to describe my father's face.

When the weather turned cold, my father said with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes." "Oh, I see." I don't care. Suddenly looking back, my father's old face and concerned eyes came into view, and my heart trembled slightly. ...

The night is still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright. I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time.

I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff. It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers. It turned out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up when I was a child. ...

Oh, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising. In the moonlight, I can clearly see my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin ... Suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, over the years, you have obviously become old and thin. Can you forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior?

Oh, love is deep in my heart ... —— "Do you remember that old face? 》

6. Motherly love: After watching the news, my mother shed tears on my shoulder and said that she would protect me.

I went to my mother's. My mother hugged me, put her head on my shoulder and sobbed gently. I can feel her body shaking.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" I asked in a hurry.

For a long time, my mother looked up and looked at me with red eyes. I have never seen my mother's eyes so affectionate, and I was moved. Her rough hands held mine tightly and seemed to want to say something to me, but she moved her lips and turned to the TV without saying anything.

My mother's tears have been flowing, her voice is trembling, and she holds me tightly. "If there is an earthquake here, you can hide under your mother. Don't worry, your mother will hold on and you will hold on!" Mom won't let you get hurt! "My mother hugged me tightly, as if afraid that I would fly away from her.