My parents are nearly octogenarians. They are not deaf or blind, in good health and in good spirits. Everyone says this is a blessing for children. My parents have one son and three daughters. Although they are not successful, they are all self-reliant and positive good citizens. They are something that my mother often shows off to others. We are ashamed, but we cannot stop our parents from being proud of us. .

My father is introverted and well-versed in world affairs, but he is unsmiling and only focuses on his work. My mother is open-minded, cheerful and optimistic. Nothing is a big deal in my mother's eyes. I think back to the time when my young father was frail and sickly. Our four cubs were one, two, and three years apart in age. That is to say, when the eldest sister was six years old, we all gathered under the same roof and started playing around. But my mother never worries about anything, never complains about anything, and always firmly believes that life will get better and better. In those poor years, we did not have the impression of hunger and fear. Others said that girls should go to any school, but my mother always said that as long as they go to school, I will let them go, but if they fail, it has nothing to do with me. Mom is always the kindest to outsiders. She is truly lenient with others and strict with herself. This person is us and dad. Ever since I can remember, my parents had a small quarrel three times a day, a big quarrel every three days, and no talking for seven days. I was so angry that I wrote to my dad, "You guys should get a divorce," but they never divorced. In my mom's words, it wasn't because of the four of you. In fact, we never exposed mom. It was because they didn't want to divorce. I remember one time they both agreed to get a divorce, but they came back halfway. My mother never admits that my father has any ability, just like my father always thinks that my mother cannot read or understand anything. In this way, through stumbling and stumbling, the four of us were raised to go to college, arranged for work, and helped us settle down in our own small family. The task was finally completed and they were old.

Our greatest happiness now is that our children are ready to be raised while our parents are still alive. My father and mother in their later years have begun the happiest time in their lives. Although they still have a simple diet and are still ordinary people, they are still ordinary people in their 50s. We have been together through thick and thin for many years, and we have developed a tacit understanding. We may not talk much all day long, but a tough mother will know that my father has taken an extra bite of rice, and will say "Don't hold on". Dad would say "Okay, I know". When he saw that he had missed a bite, he would immediately ask, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did you eat less today?" "I'm not hungry, it's okay." Such a simple conversation will make you Tears ran down my face, and my parents, who were not good at expressing emotions, used their own way to interpret their alternative mutual love, sweet rain and love. Now we can tell what the other person wants to do and what they love to talk about most with just one look. We happily watch them talk about how to attend lectures for the elderly, how to listen without buying, how to return white-collar stuff after listening, and watch them show off and say that today I What the white-collar worker got was rice, and what you, the white-collar worker, got was a bottle of sesame oil. The smile when he spoke was just like when we were children and got the delicacy we had coveted for a long time. My parents are used to being diligent and frugal. Although they don't have to worry about food and clothing, they enjoy it. We enjoyed their laughter: "That's great. Aren't you the deadbeat households in the elderly lectures? If you only earn money and don't buy anything, we will see others kick you out." "Then let's go listen to another one and give them some praise." We laughed, we were happy with their little luck.

Every Saturday and Sunday, the four of us would go to my mother’s house for dinner. One of the must-eat dishes is dumplings. My mother had prepared the noodles and fillings early, and when we arrived, we would sit around together. Laughing about the interesting events of the week while making dumplings. Dad still had the same serious smile as before and was too lazy to pay attention to us. He sat next to him and read the newspaper. Dad will not participate in our chats and will not express his opinions on who is good or bad among the parents. Dad likes international news and mom likes Korean dramas. The two of them often talk to each other. The funniest time was when dad chatted with us. When the periodic law came up, my mother, who was confused, said, "What is the periodic law?", and my father said, "You ask this, do you understand it?, Do you understand it?", asked, are you embarrassed?", Dad was blabbering and ignoring Mom. Mom didn't care about Dad's contempt. We looked at each other and smiled and said, "Mom, don't ask. My dad doesn't understand very well, and he can't explain it clearly."

"What are you talking about! I don't understand? I don't understand?, I can't explain? I can't explain, yes, the periodic law is?", omitting 10,000 words here, I still don't forget to say something to my mother at the end, " Even if you tell me, you don’t understand.” After my father finished speaking, we both laughed, and my mother said, "You know, this is a way to provoke a general." Worried that my dad would be angry at being plotted, I quickly said, "No, no, I do find it difficult to express it clearly in plain language. I didn't expect my dad to say it so clearly, the sword is not old yet." ". Dad ignored us and continued to read the newspaper, but I could feel the pride in his eyebrows. Playing tricks on my dad to make him happy is something I am willing to do, but it is too difficult, and sometimes I might get a bad rap if I don't do it right.

My father’s love for his family has always been subtle and restrained, as deep as a mountain. He never joked with us, and he had many rules for his four children. We were not allowed to joke during the meal. The four of us stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. We ran away from the dining table with our rice bowls before bursting out laughing. We hid in the room and then returned to the dining table to eat after laughing. We were not allowed to read novels, so we could only hide. I looked at Qiong Yao with a flashlight in bed, not allowed to go home too late, not allowed to do this, not allowed to do that. Of course, with my mother’s acquiescence, we did all the things that my father did not allow. At that time, we hated and feared my father, but now I think about it. But they are all the best jokes. But the old father no longer hides the slightest love for his granddaughter and great-grandson. He dotes on his generation without any principles. The father who never spends a penny often often He would ask his mother for money because he wanted to buy good things to please his little granddaughter and make her happy. After my granddaughter went to school and did well in the exam, she would say, "That's great, I know you are the smartest." If she did not do well in the exam, she would say, "What's the use of studying? Having a good body is the most important thing." This kind of unprincipled favor makes us jealous. Sometimes he deliberately pranks his little granddaughter, or deliberately speaks ill of his granddaughter, but it cannot reduce his unconditional admiration for his granddaughter. Of course, apart from being jealous, we also love our little niece and his great-grandson, because we know that only these two people can really make dad smile, relax completely, enjoy family happiness happily, and smile as innocently as a child.

I am writing this article with great gratitude. I only wish my parents good health and a happy life. Our children and grandchildren are well-behaved and successful in their studies, but we still need to work hard to live up to God’s love.