Classic folk inspirational story: Laba Laba Early in the morning, Fenger returned to her family. No sooner had Feng's front foot entered the door than the man threw his back foot in. Two people who don't talk, with a long face, as if someone owed them a few dou meters. Chicken son's face is still full of tears.
Aunt Liu, who is making Laba porridge, looked at this posture and panicked: Laba, what's wrong with you?
Fenger sat down on the edge of the kang and said first, did Jin Zhuhe hit me?
Aunt Liu is famous for quarrelling in the village. Did I get angry when I heard this? Teng? Jumping to his forehead, the spatula in his hand almost poked the tip of the golden pillar: Feng Er is so big, I won't touch her. How dare you hit her? Say, why did you hit someone? If you can't tell me why today, you can slap the wind and I'll slap you with a spatula! ?
Zhu Jin stepped back, rolled his eyes at Feng 'er and muttered, Ask her. ?
Six aunts twisted face looked at chicken son, chicken son didn't reply. Aunt Liu said discontentedly to Zhu Jin. You have been married for two years, working in the city, leaving Fenger alone at home, planting spring crops and harvesting autumn crops, shooting chickens and feeding dogs, and serving sick old ladies?
? She serves my mother? Forget it. I'm afraid my mother is waiting on her. ? Zhu Jin a curl of the mouth, interrupted six aunts. Neighbor Hua Sao said that she didn't cook or wash the pot, so she pushed her rice bowl to the card table, regardless of my mother's appendicitis. Fortunately, you came back yesterday?
Six aunts one leng:? What? Your mother has appendicitis? Oh, my own mother, she suffered a great crime. ?
Zhu Jin said? The doctor in the village clinic asked him to go to the county hospital for surgery, saying that if he was late, his life would be in danger. When I went home to get the money, Fenger wouldn't give me the key and made a scene with me. In a rage, I slapped her. ?
Six aunts stared at Feng Er, waiting for her to speak, but Feng Er's mouth was sealed and she just didn't say a word. Aunt Liu understood, and said angrily and eagerly to Zhu Jin, If she doesn't give you the key, there's nothing you can do? It's just a lock. You hit it! Fortunately, you are still a big man, driving your daughter-in-law to come to me. Look at your little promise! ?
Zhu Jin's face turned into Laba porridge, embarrassed? UH huh? Two, turn around and walk. Fenger is one leng.
Aunt Liu lost her spatula and stared at Xi-feng, saying, shameless, how dare you go back to your mother's house? If anything happens to your mother, you are a sinner, so get out! ?
Zhu Jin and Fenger went out in tandem. Outside, large snowflakes are falling.
Classic folk inspirational story: an unforgettable hug1In the summer of 983, my mother-in-law was seriously ill, so I quickly asked for leave from the oil field to visit the elderly. When I got home, I went to my mother-in-law's bed, took good care of her, washed her face, wiped her body, massaged her limbs, adjusted her diet, and cooked delicious food to nourish her body, so as to make up for the guilt of not being able to serve her for a long time.
During the five days at home, I surrounded my mother-in-law all day and treated the old man as a child. My mother-in-law kept saying in bed:? Ping, my mother-in-law didn't give you anything. Why are you so kind to me? Mother gave me her beloved son. As a daughter-in-law, of course I have to honor your old man! ? A heartfelt word made her mother-in-law happy in bed.
To tell the truth, as a daughter-in-law, compared with my two daughters who have guarded me for a long time, I really have done too little. I deeply feel that I have not done enough filial piety to the elderly. Because of my busy work, I only stayed with my mother-in-law in my hometown for five days, and I will go back to work in the oilfield. At noon that day, after I arranged everything for my mother-in-law, I went out and left by car. However, when I turned around, I was suddenly surprised: my mother-in-law staggered out of the door on crutches, blocking the dazzling sunshine with one hand and struggling to see her daughter-in-law! Seeing this scene, I hurried back to my mother-in-law and hugged her tightly.
My mother-in-law had a spasm in my arms, and then choked up: I have raised five daughters and have never been hugged by them. But today, I got a close hug from my wife. I deserve it. Am I so happy? At some point, my mother-in-law hugged me and burst into tears like a child. At this moment, I understand very well that the mother-in-law's crying is an old man's longing for love, an old man's longing for his children, and an old man's catharsis of his barren mind.
This hug with my mother-in-law will never be forgotten. Because at that moment, I deeply felt that there are old people at home, and we should be considerate of their spiritual pursuit and their loneliness. Sometimes, like babies, they urgently need skin relatives. It doesn't take much energy to give the elderly a proper caress. As long as the younger generation spends a little thought and takes care of them with one tenth of their children's love and patience, even a deep hug is the greatest comfort to the elderly.
Classic folk inspirational story: Panda's first visit to Beijing1953 In May, I worked in Heping Township, Baoxing County as a member of the working group. At that time, people never dreamed that in a few years, Baoxing County, located in the hinterland, would be famous for producing giant pandas known as national treasures. At that time, the villagers were called pandas and bears. Is that why? Bear? Unlike the usual black bear, it actually wears a black and white fur coat and has to be distinguished by another name.
One day, I was having a meeting with dozens of local farmers. Suddenly, two militiamen in the village came running angrily and said, two flower bears have come down from the mountain. ? At that time, we didn't know there was one in the world? National first-class protected animals? These eight words constitute a heavyweight phrase, but there is no lack of curiosity. I immediately adjourned and trotted to the scene with two screaming militiamen.
From a distance, I saw dozens of adults and children in the village chasing two pandas and shouting and rushing to the depths of the forest. Pandas are one big and one small. The big one is estimated to be more than one meter high, and the small one may be only about 40 centimeters, which is about the size of a human child over one year old. I guess they may be a mother and son. The bigger panda is near the forest, and the smaller one is too small to leave. When a dozen strong men joined the chase, the roar was even louder, scaring the little panda to climb a nearby tree and hide. At this time, everyone was excited, some growled, and some threw stones and mud at the little panda in the tree. The little panda is at a loss. In a panic, he rolled down from the tree with his head in his arms, right at everyone's feet. Of course, he had to bend down to catch it.
Local villagers have the habit of going out with backpacks, so I will take this as an example. Work comrades? Identity, assign a backpacker to take this little panda back to Yanjingping District Office immediately and wait for the superior, because there is a telephone there.
Later, I heard that calls were made to the county government, the provincial government and even Beijing. The relevant units of the central government consulted the relevant experts of Beijing Zoo for this purpose, and then issued instructions at different levels. The main contents are as follows: 1. The panda's residence must be disinfected; Second, don't disturb it, don't let people visit it; Third, don't feed it meat, feed it bamboo shoots and milk.
In the early 1950s, cadres implemented the supply system. According to the regulations, cadres at different levels have different living standards. At that time, the highest-ranking secretary in our county was the county party secretary, who could enjoy the treatment of cooking in the kitchen, with a monthly salary of 14 yuan fifty cents. Moreover, the food standard set by the superior for this panda is actually 90 yuan every month, which is equivalent to the food standard of six county-level leaders? Choosing this is almost astronomical, and I still remember it clearly until more than 50 years later.
One day, I went to the district to report my work and see pandas. It is sleeping soundly in the room where the landlord and bully are imprisoned. Of course, this room is painted and disinfected with lime water. Because bamboo shoots have grown into bamboo in the season when they were caught, and there is no milk in the local area, the county specially sent a county correspondent who is good at climbing mountains and mountains to Ya 'an for two days on foot and brought back canned condensed milk for it to enjoy, just like the fast horses in the Tang Dynasty sent lychees from Guangdong to Yang Guifei in Chang 'an. According to the chef who is in charge of feeding temporarily, this panda is very interested in condensed milk and has a good appetite. A few days later, when I went to the district office again, the panda had gained a lot of weight, and its weight was estimated to have increased by about 5 kilograms.
Soon after, Beijing instructed to send the panda to Beijing. The task of Baoxing County is to send it to Chengdu. After the meeting of county leaders, the county government office informed me to take charge. At that time, there was no road in Baoxing county, and people with walking difficulties had to go out to work over mountains and mountains. They often had to set up a telephone made of two thick bamboos. Slider? Simple sedan chair. So, I found several migrant workers and bargained with them about the transportation cost, that is, the cost of lifting the slide bar. Finally, the director of the office made the final decision. Three migrant workers tied a sliding pole in too many cooks and bought a big backpack as a panda bed, ready to carry the panda to Chengdu like the landlord before liberation.
It's 90 kilometers from Baoxing to Ya 'an. Fortunately, the panda hasn't gone far at this time? Fat? It's a piece of cake for three big men to take turns carrying a panda of fifty or sixty pounds. Although the road was slippery and rugged on rainy days, it only took us two days to reach Ya 'an, the capital of Xikang at that time. After reporting to the provincial government, the receptionist arranged for us to stand by and rest in an auditorium. As soon as our party was seated, many provincial government officials came to watch the excitement, including Comrade Liao, then secretary of the Xikang Provincial Party Committee.
At that time, there was a very shabby road from Ya 'an to Chengdu, but there were few cars. The Xikang provincial government decided that our party would continue to carry pandas to Chengdu, and explained the precautions to me, emphasizing safety first and never letting pandas run away.
When we arrived in Chengdu, Yang Moumou (whose name has been forgotten), the captain of the animal collection team of Beijing Zoo, had been waiting in the provincial government for a long time. As I was a witness who caught the panda, he was very happy to see me. He told me the whole process of catching the panda and immediately checked the height and weight of the panda.
Soon after I returned to Baoxing County, I received a letter from team leader Yang, which told me that he and Panda boarded a military transport plane at Xinjin Airport and returned to Beijing the next day. Zhou also made a special trip to the zoo to see pandas. The leader of the zoo gave the panda a name and asked where it was captured. Answer? Heping Township, Baoxing County? . Say: Just call it Pingping. ? 1954, another panda was caught in Yongxing Township, Baoxing County and sent to Beijing. Zhao Zhou took it as an example. Xing Xing? The name of. 1955 another one was issued in Qiao Qi Township, Baoxing County, with the same name? Hey? .