A cup of warm milk touched my heart. A look on the threshold touched my heart; A word of caring and attentive touched my heart; Once. How many times have I been touched by my closest relatives? Those memories are like shells on the beach, colorful and dazzling.
That is the white of the soul in memory. On the occasion of the quiz, when I wrote three A's on my report card, it was quiet all around, only crickets were still singing and cicadas were still chirping. All this is with me and fighting with me. The light in my parents' room is still on. Every night at eleven o'clock sharp, there is always a cup of hot milk on the table. The man walked lightly for fear of breaking the silence of the still night. Even sometimes, I don't know when the milk was put. When I saw it, it was completely cold. Sometimes milk is heated more than ten times, and I don't feel anything. It's milky white, the color of a close family.
Waiting is blue. Because the sea is waiting, waiting for her lover-rain. At home, there is always a person sitting on the threshold. Every time you dial that familiar number, you will always hear that person's voice within 30 seconds. When you connect the phone, you can always hear panting clearly. Maybe, when she hears the phone ring, she always runs at the speed of 3 times per second 10 8. When I told her I was going home. She always acts ecstatic, and he says she will stay up all night. The next morning, she will put down all her work and look at my blue figure. He said that she talked about me every day. When I am not at home, she is always secretly sad. When I got home, he became like a happy bird again. It turns out that blue is long, but it can make that person happy.
Even in cold days, I can always feel warm love, red love, because she warms me up and keeps me from shivering with cold. Eat more, don't worry about money; Whether it is cold or not, I will bring you more thick clothes and a quilt tomorrow. Learning is ok, it doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success. She is my red sun. I love her red light.
Red orange yellow green blue purple ......
All are her colors, and her love can make the world colorful and the desert an oasis.
Touched my heart, it was my mother's affection.
Since childhood, my mother, like all mothers in the world, only knows that for the sake of children, no matter how hard the years are, children are always sweet. When the child was young, he was weak and sick. He often hung in salt water for a week and cried at night, which often kept his mother awake all night. In order to put the child to sleep, the mother always hums a lullaby and watches the child suffer. Mother sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart. Children are like this, day by day, growing up in the warmth of their mothers' palms. Although they have been ill many times, they have always been relatively healthy.
The child grows up day by day, and the mother says that the child is a gift from heaven. This gift is not perfect. Children contradict their mothers again and again, and mothers forgive their children again and again. The child once foolishly asked: Mom, will you not like this gift, will you not want her? A ripple on the mother's mouth, pure as water, is laughing at the naughty child. Mom said, children are the most precious gift, a lifetime gift, how can you not have it?
The child grew up and felt uneasy about his mother's arms. In primary schools, children are always fighting for their studies. Children don't want to be spoiled in their mother's arms as they were when they were young, but they also have to deal with their mother's problems. Children never care. On mothers' birthdays, Women's Day and Mother's Day, I want to hear it when I watch my children fall asleep. On this day, children can help their mother to rub her back and say "Happy holidays!" " However, mothers never forget their children's birthdays and Children's Day, and always dress their children on this day.
When children enter middle school, they also enter rebellious adolescence. What week won't make their mother angry? Mother often apologizes to her children as if she had made a mistake after she said cruel words. Where are the children? But always ungrateful, proudly ignoring his mother.
Kid! Have you noticed that my mother has a few white hairs on her head quietly! You don't like your mother's sesame black hair when she was young! I don't like the beauty buried by years.
Mom, my mom! It's another Mother's Day. I'll send you a basket of spring scenery. I don't expect your youth to come back like spring. I just hope you can smile more when you see spring. Mom, I hope I am your spring, which can keep your heart young forever!
I can't remember how many times I walked in the dark. In the past, late at night always brought me a feeling of sadness, but today, when I walk in the dark night, I can't help feeling warm. I began to reflect on why, on earth, the same night has a completely different feeling.
Looking back carefully, it seems that there was only a small figure that night, but today's night is no longer lonely at that time, all because the inseparable family melted the coolness brought by the night.
Family ties, no matter what, can't be cut off. Isn't that what the old saying "bone-breaking" means?
I hope the world will be kind to family members, honor parents, respect the old and love the young, and be a principled person.
A familiar fragrance, yes, it can't be wrong, it is an eternal fragrance that stays in my heart! Mixed with grandpa's love.
My grandfather is over 60 years old and has spoiled me since childhood. But the years are ruthless, and the years of precipitation have bent his waist. Ruthless time has carved traces of years on his face. I don't know when my grandfather's black hair was covered with white silk ... Grandpa is old, but he never stops shoveling dirt. Grandpa is old, but he never puts down the spatula. Grandpa is old, but he never stops working hard for his children and grandchildren! Although I am studying outside now, my grandfather never stops giving me money. ...
I still remember when I was a child, on a hot summer day, listening to my grandfather telling the story of the previous anti-Japanese war and lying comfortably in an air-conditioned room. Suddenly, the lights went out and the air conditioner didn't work. I screamed with fear. Grandpa touched my head and comforted me: "It's just a power failure. I'm not afraid. Grandpa will light a candle. " Grandpa's forceful words made me no longer afraid. When I lit the candle, I panted and fanned the wind with my hand, shouting for heat. Grandpa took a big cattail leaf fan to fan me without saying anything. I'm not sensible, as long as grandpa stops to have a rest, he will shout hot. I don't know how long my grandfather slapped me. I only know that I am full of love, when I go to primary school. Grandpa insisted on cooking and cooking all kinds of dishes for me, but what I remember best is fish! Because grandpa always said that eating fish would make me smart, so I am very happy to eat fish, of course, not only because grandpa said that eating fish would make me smart, but also because the taste of fish cooked by grandpa made me never tire of eating! I have developed a unique way to spit fishbone since I was a child. Eating fish is effortless. I can always get a fish myself. Grandpa always smiles happily when he sees that I eat well, and his wrinkles will spread into a chrysanthemum. Grandpa's fish is really delicious, and it will always be memorable for a while after eating it. How can it be a word "Xiang"! I once naively asked my grandfather why the fish he cooked was so delicious, but he just laughed and didn't answer. Looking back now, this fish is full of love!
In middle school, I left my grandparents and went to school outside. Grandpa still loves to call and ask me what I want to eat, as kindly as I asked countless times when I was a child. Familiar words, familiar tone, can not help but remind me of the taste of fish, I blurted out: "fish!" " "Grandpa's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, and he readily promised:" OK, OK, you should study hard, and I will send it to you when it is cooked tomorrow! "I seem to suddenly feel the attractive fishy smell coming from my face ... but my mother complains:" You have to eat, I cook, and you have to bother Grandpa! " "I smiled:" Different taste! " At noon, a plate of fish was placed on the dining table, and the familiar aroma came to my face. I rushed over to attack the fish without washing my hands, which made my mother scold me. I didn't care either, just washed my hands in a hurry and flew to that plate of fish! That's the familiar smell, the smell of grandpa's fish, the smell of love! The fishy smell on the table lingers for a long time, and grandpa's love has long been hidden in his heart!
The study task is getting heavier and heavier, the number of going home is getting less and less, and even the telephone calls are decreasing. Grandpa also calls me from time to time and tells me to study hard. By the way, do you want to eat fish? Somehow, I stopped thinking about grandpa's fish, so I made an excuse to spit fishbone and waste my time. Grandpa gave a faint "Oh", but I was careless and didn't understand the helplessness and melancholy in that "Oh". A few days later, I received a big bag of fish fillets wrapped in fresh-keeping bags. Grandpa called and told me with joy that he had taken out the fishbone for me. The fish fillets are all preserved, so I can simply fry or steam them. Grandpa speaks in a happy voice like a child, as if he had done a great thing. My eyes are red. I can't imagine how long it took my grandfather to catch these fish. I regret my ignorance. Fish fillets are still the familiar fish flavor. When they are put out of the pot, the flavor slowly spreads and lingers in my heart.
I dialed my grandfather's phone and told him loudly, "Grandpa, this fish is delicious! Also, I must go back this weekend! " Grandpa smiled at the other end of the phone, and I smiled at the other end. ...
In fact, the fish fragrance has long been in my heart, and the fish fragrance in my heart is eternal! Because this is not only the smell of fish, but also grandpa's deep love!
I can't remember the last time I took a good look at you, father.
I only remember you at that time, with dark hair and bronze skin. Living in the countryside when you were young gave you a healthy body and also made you quiet in a complicated society.
You have seldom taken care of me since I was in high school. Some people say that children follow their mothers and women follow their fathers. In my life, more is my mother's education and care. I talk and laugh with her almost every day, but I seldom talk to you. Mom always cares about me here and there, but in my eyes, you always sit in your corner and study your own stock. I always feel that you don't care about me at all. I always feel that you are an outsider at home.
With the alienation of feelings, I found that I gradually didn't recognize you. Generation gap, this is really a magical thing.
The college entrance examination is getting closer and closer to me, but you are getting farther and farther away from me. Although you began to say something from time to time, and you began to stuff all kinds of supplements into my mouth on time every day, those words were far less pleasant to me than what my mother said. I even think you are a doctor, not a father. Emotional alienation seems to really cut off cognition.
There was a school holiday a few days before the exam, and you asked me to go to your school to review. You took me to your school, made me wait in the office, and cleaned a classroom by yourself. I was bored in the office alone, so I went downstairs to the door of the classroom. Your busy figure is shaking in the classroom. I suddenly realized that I haven't seen you for a long time.
I walked in without saying a word. You are still busy. The light is not bright, but I see some dazzling light on your head. I noticed that you have white hair for the first time. You are struggling to move the table, and the sky shines on your forehead. This is my father. Once upon a time, my father with heavy work at home became so weak! You are still old!
At that moment, I suddenly felt a shock coming out of my heart, generate, which shocked my whole body. I think it comes from endless affection and is the echo of my heart. I suddenly found the feeling of being surrounded by my father's love. This kind of fatherly love is not as extensive and detailed as before, but it is more profound and can arouse my inner voice more. I think I know you again.
Maybe you haven't felt my awakening yet. Maybe in your eyes, I am still the little boy who is indifferent to you. But you know, as long as the kinship remains the same and the blood is connected, I will definitely realize the greatness of fatherly love. Feelings may be alienated, but no matter how wide the generation gap is, I will eventually see you!
That summer night, I listened to cicadas in a small fan of Pu Ye, and watched the time go by slowly.
Time passes slowly in the country, as if slowly cooking the thick night. The heat of the day was swept away by the evening breeze, the bright cicada accompanied by fireflies carrying lanterns, and a quiet sadness rippled in the cool air.
When I was young, I always ran and played happily in front of the hall until my grandmother moved out of the recliner and lay down sweating. That's my grandmother, with a small cattail leaf fan in her hand, rocking gently beside me, and a breeze came from her ear, like a beautiful lullaby. In a trance, I watched her smile and gradually melted into the milky moonlight.
Pufan was woven by grandma herself in her early years. The leaves of Pu Ye, mixed with the old flavor, were crisscrossed by grandma's skillful hands. The periphery of the cattail leaf fan is wrapped with a plain white cloth and then sewn tightly with a needle. When I was a child, I felt from my heart that I was just an ordinary peasant object, rustic and not interested in it. I occasionally use it as a tool for playing, and then I forget it after playing. Grandma cherishes it very much, often holding it in her hand, studying it carefully and falling into long meditation. I laughed to myself. "This is just a local fan. What is there to see? "
Growing up, my parents and I lived in commercial housing in the city. In summer, I bought an electric fan at home. As long as I press it gently, the cool wind will continue to blow on me, saving time and effort, much stronger than the wind of the cattail leaf fan that has already been put aside; Later, when the conditions were good, air conditioning was installed in the living room and room. In summer, the cold air discharged from the air conditioner fills the whole room, and summer becomes a season with suitable temperature. Pufan has completely become a memory.
During the summer vacation, because I stayed in the air-conditioned room for a long time, suddenly one day, I woke up feeling groggy. My mother touched my forehead, which was very hot. She quickly took me to the hospital and found many patients like me. The doctor said it was all caused by air conditioning. According to the doctor's advice, leave the air conditioner attached for a long time. But it's still hot outside as usual, and I have a faint worry in my heart. When I got home, I was lying in bed, surrounded by the heat wave, and my whole body was hot and uncomfortable, and my head became more and more uncomfortable. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. At this moment, I suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing on my face, and then it came to me, not slow but also many, like countless notes, natural and smooth, full of rhythm, and my body suddenly felt much cooler and more comfortable. In a daze, I felt as if there was a shadow shaking in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was my mother, holding an old cattail leaf fan from my grandmother's house and swaying gently beside me. My mother's mouth is slightly raised, which looks familiar. Yes, it is the appearance of my grandmother who slapped me many years ago. In an instant, a misty fog floated to the corner of my eye and moistened it quietly.
Finally, I understand why grandma cherishes the cattail leaf fan so much, because it blows not only the whistle of the wind, but also the seamless family relationship. Grandma is very gentle to me, just like her daughter and my mother. That year, I snored slightly on the bamboo couch, and my grandmother held a shallow smile on the fan, which was always treasured in a small cattail fan. It was the most beautiful family relationship in the world, with a touch of coolness in my heart, flowing in the long river of years, waiting for the bosom friend of time, scooping up a scoop of water and savoring it carefully.
From then on, in the thick night of summer, holding a cattail leaf fan, slowly cooking time, brewing a cup of warm affection, savoring the cool evening breeze and beloved affection.
What is the most precious emotion in the world? It's family On the road of life, although there is sweetness of love and beauty of friendship, they can't replace affection.
Motherly love is like water.
Maternal love is like water, moistening things silently. Always in the dribs and drabs of life; Standing in front of the window at school; I opened the door when I came home; Your favorite food on the table; A cup of hot water when writing ... maternal love permeates every detail of life. Although sometimes wordy and sometimes redundant, in the final analysis, it is more comfortable for children's lives. Even if she can't do much, she will still do her best.
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.
My father's love is as deep as a mountain. He is not good at expression, but he always shows it with actions-turning around the corner, the back of the front seat of the motorcycle, the hard work for our family ... My father seems to be just a vague figure in our life, until he gradually disappears into our life, he suddenly remembers everything he has done for us. ...
Separated parents
Before I went to kindergarten, my grandparents got along the most. They always give us everything we want. Although this kind of love is called "doting", they are filled with us.
At that time, the light passed and the years were gone. Will we keep a sky for them in our hearts? ...
In our life, love is everywhere. On the bus, in the night market and at home, we can feel many different kinds of love. Everyone enjoys love from all directions from the moment of birth, but even if love surrounds us every day, we may not feel it. It is like an invisible pusher, constantly supporting us silently, encouraging us and helping us, but we often don't know it. Because of this, many people always think that no one cares about him and loves him, but only when they really experience love do they know that love is actually around.
I had the same experience. My brother was born in the first grade of primary school. At that time, my parents were concentrating on taking care of the baby. As soon as the baby cried, they immediately put down their work to see him. Even when I called them, they didn't respond, or said coldly, "wait a minute!" " My parents don't love me anymore, as if they were angry with me! However, until one day, I was sick, and my mother was so nervous that she poured me water and took my temperature for a while and kept asking me what was wrong. My father also asked for leave from the company and hurried home to see me. Only then did I realize that I misunderstood my parents. They actually love me and care about me, but I didn't realize it.
Love, in fact, is the same. Whether it is love between relatives, love between lovers or love to help others, it is as magnificent as a volcano and as rich as chocolate, because there is no hierarchy in love.
Love is everywhere. It is at home, in the car, in every corner of the world. As long as you look for it from the small details of life, feel it with your heart, see it with your eyes and smell it with your nose, you can find that love is around you and me.
It's a brand new day.
Inadvertently see the mother sitting on the sofa, thin face ruddy, spirit is still full. It is almost impossible to see that she had a serious illness four months ago.
I can't forget the day at the end of May this year. My mother nervously told my father that she had a cyst the size of a fist in her stomach and needed surgery immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!
Dad's first reaction was: listen to the doctor and go to the hospital at once! However, the mother said with a heavy heart: "The child will have a primary school graduation exam in less than a month. If I am hospitalized, who will pick up the children? "
My home is more than twenty miles away from school, and my mother usually picks me up for work. Dad's unit is not only far from my school, but also in the opposite direction; Because my father was busy at work, my mother took care of me since I was a child, so my mother was very worried. With the strong persuasion of my father and relatives and friends, my mother finally went to the hospital on time.
In order to make my mother feel at ease for surgery and let my father go all out to take care of me, my uncle and aunt in Weihai temporarily closed their thriving business and came all the way to Jinan to take care of my mother lying in the hospital bed day and night. Although my uncle's business partners never stopped talking on the phone, they didn't want to leave immediately until my mother was discharged from the hospital. They still took good care of my mother in our home for a while.
/kloc-in June of 0/9, when I finished my junior high school final exam, it was also the day when my mother was discharged from the hospital. I changed buses twice (on the day my mother was in hospital, I went home by bus every day after school), as if the road to home suddenly became longer. When I opened the door, I immediately ran to my mother, the one who loved me, the one who made me disappear from Sanqiu for a day! My mother lay languidly on the sofa. When I sat next to her, she lovingly stroked my head and said softly, "Come back, son."
When I entered the room, I also saw a warm and touching scene: my father was massaging my mother's thin feet with his warm big hands; My uncle is sitting in front of the coffee table, concentrating on peeling fruit for his mother with his clumsy hands; The sound of running water comes from the kitchen. Ow! That's my aunt washing dishes ... My uncle is peeling fruit, telling what he saw and heard in his hometown, gesturing with his hands from time to time, and his expression is rich and exaggerated, which makes his mother laugh. At that moment, it seems that his mother is ill. Seeing my mother happy, my uncle's interest grew stronger, as if he wanted to tell everything he knew about the world until he was flushed and foaming at the mouth. Aunt came to remind him that it was time to mop the floor and his mother should rest. He reluctantly left her and began to clean.
Mother said, "Have a rest after a hard day!" " "
"Take me as an outsider again, right?" My uncle laughed as he spoke. As far as I know, my uncle hardly does housework at home.
Now, whenever I think back to the day when my mother was ill, scenes will appear in front of my eyes: the mother who was in a hurry to leave the hospital, the father who drove, and the uncle Kan Kan said ... no matter brothers and sisters, mother and son, father and son, husband and wife, family ties will never change. When encountering difficulties and setbacks, family ties will become more full and strong between relatives. As Gorky said: "Time can make people lose everything, but family ties can't be abandoned." This kind of affection is not only eternal, but also precious and worth cherishing forever!
Affection is drizzle, which moistens everything and nourishes people's hearts. Family is a ray of sunshine, which makes the soul feel warm even in the cold winter; Affection is a clear spring, which makes emotions clear even if they are covered with the dust of years. Affection is the most worrying feeling in the world. ...
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I almost grew up with my father, and my father's colleagues always called me "the follower". Because of my mother's work, she seldom cares about me, and I don't want her to. When I was a child, sometimes I missed my mother when she never came back, but as soon as she came back, I felt like a different person, and I couldn't wait for her to go back to work early. Because my mother is a different person. ...
I remember that it was a summer, and my father took our family to a restaurant to eat braised prawns. I am so happy that I can't wait for a pot of prawns to be placed in front of me right away. "ah! It smells good! " Looking at this pot of prawns, I can't help admiring. But the problem is, I can't peel shrimp. But this stumped me. I immediately asked my father for help: "Dad, Dad, help me peel the skin quickly. I want to eat." This move really worked, and dad immediately "executed the order." The mother on the side was unwilling and said, "Don't spoil the children all the time. It's not that her hands are not long. She doesn't have to learn everything. " "Oh, nothing, the child is still young." Dad is still on my side. But my mother is not easy to convince, and still insists: "I forbid you to cut it for her, cut it for herself, and don't eat it if it's not delicious." Seeing this scene, I was angry and hated, and shouted at my mother: "smelly mother!" " Damn, I don't like you! "As soon as I said this, I almost ate my mother's fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots. Under the maintenance of my father, the war gradually subsided. But it left a mark on my heart.
Before that, my mother and I had many conflicts because of trivial matters. Since this happened, I have become more and more disgusted with my mother, and sometimes I have nothing to say when I see her. Until something happened, everything changed.
I have been in poor health since I was a child, and catching a cold has become a common occurrence for me every year. On this day, I caught a cold again because of the sudden drop in temperature. God seems to want to be against me. My father is on a business trip, and only my mother stays at home. Lying in bed is very uncomfortable. If you want to drink water, call your mother. Before I could say it, I thought: people like her will definitely not pour water with me. But in the end, I couldn't help it. "Mom, give me a glass of water." As soon as the words came out, I prepared for the worst. I didn't expect footsteps to come soon. I opened one eye slightly and saw that it was really my mother! There is a gentle voice, "Baby, the water is coming, get up and drink." I don't believe such gentle words. Is my mother a different person? I felt much better after drinking a cup of boiled water. My mother said to me, "Son, in fact, my mother used to do that for your own good. My mother wants you to be a self-reliant person from an early age! " You have to be considerate of your mother! "When I heard my mother's words, I finally couldn't help it, and tears came to my eyes." Mom! "I threw myself into my mother's arms ...
I tasted the taste of family, it is so mellow and sweet. ...
Day 1: Fragrant fragrance