Thinking about this year, I cried and laughed. Crying is for my sick father, it is sad crying. I have also laughed, for my progress and for the children who have made progress. It is a joyful and gratifying smile.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and in order to reward my family who have worked hard all year, I have to buy some New Year goods. It's said to be New Year's goods, and most of them were purchased yesterday. Is there any shortage of vegetables or something? Let's go buy some more. We don't need a few bucks to buy vegetables.

After sunset, my husband and I went shopping at a large market near our home.

After buying vegetables, I stood at a three-way intersection with several large bags of vegetables, waiting for the gentleman who returned to buy lotus roots. At the three-way intersection, one leads to the main road, one leads to the residential quarter of the factory, and the other leads to the gate of the vegetable market. This three-way intersection is full of people coming and going. It was crowded and lively. The elderly, children, men and women were all out in action.

At the beginning of the New Year, people are rushing to buy New Year’s items in preparation for the New Year. Why celebrate the New Year? What’s the point of celebrating the New Year! I feel that the older I get, the less I care about celebrating the New Year. Everyone is busy to celebrate the New Year. I like peace and quiet, but I find that the busyness over the years is all caused by people. In order to have family fun, to reunite the family, and to celebrate the busy year, there is no shortage of being busier, more tired, and noisier during the New Year. Anyway, we are busy with such long days all year round, why do we care about the fatigue and busyness of a few days during the New Year?

I stood at the intersection, and among the busy crowd, I found some people laughing and some crying. The way they laugh is completely different from the way they feel when they cry.

I first saw someone laughing. A young and beautiful girl was nestled next to a fat boy. The boy peeled a banana for the girl. Feed it into your mouth. When the girl ate the banana, she had a sweet and happy smile on her face. Then, the boy opened his mouth to catch the toffee that the girl put in, and his eyes narrowed with laughter. After a while, an eighty or ninety-year-old grandmother walked over, hunched over and holding a dark red cotton-padded jacket with regular patterns. The smile on her face was satisfied. Most people walking by the intersection have smiles on their faces. Maybe they don’t lack the expenses they need for the New Year. Use your hard-earned money to buy the clothes and food you like and have a satisfying Spring Festival.

Everyone lives according to their own blueprint. This is a life of good times, and occasionally, bad days come to us.

Every day in life, laughter and crying are dependent on each other. When there is laughter, there is crying; when there is joy, there is sadness.

Then, I remembered someone crying. Last night, the scene that happened at the neighbor's house downstairs is still unforgettable. Last night, we came back very late from shopping. I saw the old man on the first floor standing in the yard and said nothing. He held his nose with both hands, and in the dim light I saw that his nose was bleeding. There were four pools of fresh blood on the ground. He must have been standing in the yard for a while! Just before I approached the old man, his son came out from his home on the first floor, stood next to him, and slapped him in the face with a few slaps. The son said while beating: "You run, I told you to run." At this time, a burst of laughter came from their home, mixed with the sound from the TV. After listening carefully, I found out that it was the grandson of the old man who was about ten years old. He was laughing loudly while watching cartoons. The old man was shaking with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "This is my adopted son!" Then, his son turned around and went into the house. When the old man walked past me, I saw that half of his face was swollen and his nose was bleeding. Every time he took a step, a few drops of blood would fall on the ground, and tears would fall one by one. But the moment we passed each other, I didn’t hear the old man’s sobs. His crying was just tears, no sound. Perhaps, before we came back, he was standing in the yard, facing the window of his living room, crying. I don't know why he was crying. I don't know why his son beat him. I only know that his son has interacted with us twice. He seems to be a nice person and a very enthusiastic man. I also know that the old man’s wife seems to be sick, in a very serious state.

At this time, look up at the setting sun on the distant mountain peaks, and the golden afterglow fills the earth. My mood is also bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, warm and beautiful.

It would be fine if life continued like this. Unfortunately, when I turned on my mobile phone to surf the Internet at night, a WeChat friend sent a voice message. When I heard the voice content, it was all crying. I quickly called her and asked her what happened. On the other end of the phone, she cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

Later, she said that she must see me before she could tell me what happened. So we made an appointment to meet in a private room of a coffee shop.

That night, when I saw her for the first time, her eyes were swollen like two peaches, her eyeballs were red, and there were two deep dark circles under her eyes. , the few strands of white hair on the temples are so dazzling. She was much more haggard. Her expression of grief pierced my heart. As a friend, I don't want her to live like this.

After sitting down, I ordered two cups of coffee. She began to tell me hurriedly that her stubborn daughter had run away from home for the third time. The first two times he ran away from home, he had an argument with his mother and then left home in anger. I asked her slowly: "How old is my daughter? Why did she run away from home?" She cried and told me: "My daughter is already 21 years old and a sophomore. The university is right outside her house and she can go home to eat every day. In fact, my daughter is 21 years old and a sophomore. It's quite good. When I was a freshman, I participated in the entrepreneurial activities of the school club. I earned my own money for tuition and living expenses. It's the New Year. I have all the New Year's goods and watch TV with my daughter at night. While chatting, we talked about some trivial matters in our past life. My daughter got angry and immediately put on her coat, picked up her mobile phone and wallet, and headed out. I blocked the door, crying and begging her not to go out in the middle of the night. It was too hot outside. It's cold. My daughter has to run away from home, so I have no choice but to kneel down and beg her not to go out on New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. My daughter is very angry and insists on going out. Live well." I handed her a cup of coffee and asked her to take a sip to calm down. She took the cup, took a sip, put the cup down, and started talking again.

She blocked the door and refused to let her daughter out. The daughter said to her: "If you don't get out of the way, I will die in front of you." When she heard this, she was frightened and had to get out of the way. The daughter opened the door and went out. By this time, my husband had already fallen asleep. Her husband didn’t know everything that happened between her and her daughter. She did not wake up her husband and planned to go out with her daughter. She followed her daughter and said, "Home is where you are." But her daughter said, "Go home and celebrate the New Year well. If you follow me, I will jump off the building." She had no choice but to return to the door of her home and knock on the door hard. Her husband got up in a daze and opened the door, asking her why she was outside the door in the middle of the night. She said her daughter was gone. There was another burst of criticism from my husband. She couldn't bear it and kept crying. I feel like life is meaningless and hopeless. It’s almost Chinese New Year, why is it in such a state? This was something she hadn't expected. She has been my friend for many years, and I understand that she is a heartless person who is honest in dealing with people, has no bad intentions, and will not harm others. As far as I know, she is quite responsible towards her family, but I don’t know which words offended her daughter, causing her to leave her warm home in the cold night wind.

Next, she and her husband called their daughter. My daughter’s phone has call forwarding set up. She sent messages to her daughter begging for forgiveness, but her daughter never responded.

After struggling all night until dawn, her tears never dried, and all kinds of worries, tensions, and anxieties appeared alternately in her dreams. Several times, she was awakened from sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I rushed to several hotels near my home to consult, but there was no trace of my daughter. She cried again and again. I called hundreds of times and left dozens of voice messages, but no reply. She knew that her daughter was inseparable from her mobile phone for half an hour. She was very sad when her daughter did not reply to her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a failure, raising a child in her lifetime and something like this happened.

Her health has never been very good, and she also has a fatal flaw: when she encounters something unpleasant, her heart will hurt; when her heart hurts, she will shed tears; when she sheds tears, her temples will explode. The pain was excruciating. This is the sequelae of giving birth to a daughter during confinement. However, the adopted daughter does not know how hard her mother works. My daughter ran away from home two days before the new year. This incident made a sharp knife pierce her heart, and she was in pain all night long.

After saying this, she cried again. She was choked up badly when she cried, hoarse and depressed with grief stuck in her throat.

I picked up a tissue and wiped her tears. She kept crying and said: "Sister, I am such a failure, I am such a failure." I comforted her not to do this: "It might feel better if you talk about your discomfort, but don't hold it in. That can easily make you sick. Many cancers in women are related to breathlessness." She cried again: "It's so nice to have someone to talk to me tonight. Thank you for your understanding."

My tears are also. Coming. We are both women, I understand her pain; I feel her pain; I can understand her sadness.

I want to say to her, "We are all people who cried to survive." But in the end, I didn't say this sentence because my throat seemed to be blocked. From her story, I understand that educating children is also a big science. Both she and I need to keep learning to become good mothers.

Is it easy to be a good mother? I know that she is a strong woman. When her children were young, due to financial constraints at home, she once sold her long hair to pay for her children's textbooks. Later, when her child went to a borrowing school and could not afford the expensive tuition, she was determined to sell part of her bone marrow to raise cash. At that time, I advised her not to do this. Later, when she didn't get a lot of money, her daughter went to an ordinary high school and was admitted to a good university after graduation.

Women, women. Mother, mother. People with these two identities are destined to bear a lot of pain and tears.

She said to herself: "It's nice to have someone to talk to." In fact, many times in this world, we can't find anyone to whom we can speak our minds. That night, I promised her that whenever you have something on your mind, you can talk to me and I will be your listener for the rest of my life. She forced a smile through her tears. Her daughter left, and her husband was also very sad. If her friend continued not to understand, she would really despair. The warmth I can give her is insignificant. I know that the painful ice in her heart needs the warmth around her to melt.

Maybe it’s because her daughter goes to college right outside her house, and she has a lot of friction with her mother every day. Just think about those children who go to college in other places. They are not rushing home to reunite with their parents during the Chinese New Year. How can they have time to be angry?

It was already late at night, and I sent her home.

The next night, she left a voice message telling me that her daughter had gone to her grandmother’s house in the countryside. I feel more relieved to hear this news. However, she was still very sad. Because her daughter doesn't call her, she only calls her father. She called her daughter but didn't answer the call. She cried and said: "This is retribution, retribution." I couldn't help but ask her: "What retribution? I don't understand what you are talking about." She murmured to herself: "Is it because I am not good enough to my parents? , God asked my daughter to punish me?"

I comforted her and said, "It's a good thing that my daughter is doing her filial piety for you. Actually, it seems that your daughter is a very good child. Everything has its two sides. We should learn to look at both sides of things."

Next, I heard her sobbing continuously, and I was speechless and choked.

On New Year’s Eve, she cried five or six times. That New Year's Eve dinner, a soup and a bowl of porridge, couldn't be simpler. Her daughter was not at home, so she and her husband ate indifferently. Her daughter was the whole world to her and her husband, and her tears were caused by the loss of support in the world.

I pity the hearts of parents in the world. Pray for her that her daughter can understand her aching heart soon.

Two days later, she told me that her daughter was back.

When her daughter got home, she didn't say anything. She just brewed a cup of honey tea from Shennongjia Qingfengyuan, which her daughter loved to taste the most, and handed it over. The daughter smiled and took the tea cup. The moment she turned around, she wiped away tears. No matter how old her daughter is, she is always a treasure in her eyes. The daughter laughed, she cried. This storm disappeared in a moment of laughter and tears.

Later, her daughter told her that she felt sad when she saw her grandmother living alone, so she took out all the money she had, including 106 yuan to buy a return ticket, and gave all the rest to her grandmother. . When she left, grandma stood on the path at the entrance of the village, crying with tears in her eyes.

She held her daughter's hand and cried again. The tears this time were of emotion and joy, as well as relief and gratitude.

With this result, everyone is happy.

In life, we all cry and we all laugh. Every time you cry or laugh, the scene will be different and the feelings will be different. On the night of New Year's Eve, in the early morning, looking at the stars in the night, I finally understood the laws of this world: if you smile sweetly, the world will smile sweetly; if you are happy, the world will be happy; if you cry loudly, the world will be happy. Just cry loudly; if you are sad, the world will be sad. Whether you cry or laugh, be happy or sad, it all depends on your attitude towards the world around you.