It is rare to have a free time, early in the morning oneself
Eight years, the most fulfilling ten days
Eight years after graduation, I have never enjoyed a full 10 days in July.
Feel the smell of home
Every morning, we can experience the roots of falling leaves and the rustic atmosphere of the east, and the return of the heart is at home. Every morning at 5 o 'clock, I can hear my mother's footsteps in the yard, singing and singing. To meet the morning sun, to meet the sunrise to harvest the fruit of summer - watermelon. All the way, without the city to work in the crowd, singing along the road, singing for years of the country sound.
Born into a family, there is no elegant culture, only the countryside is small and fresh, there is no fashionable international fan, only more simple. Mom never left shaanxi, now more than 60 years old, have been around home 20 kilometers, but she knew that our struggle is not easy, often told us, must be own cooking, eating out is healthy.
Ten days at home, the best home cooking skills have been taken out, every day is a new pattern, just hope the daughter-in-law to learn a little more craftsmanship, do a good meal to raise the body.
Tomato egg noodles, sweet and sour tomato juice, kelly soil eggs and pour in a large bowl of noodles, lasting fragrance, the flavor to eat a bowl of also want to eat a bowl, mother specially prepared a big pot, eat can also eat in the evening. It was the taste of the mother's hands.
Jiaozi is one of the most representative of reunion in the north. Believe everyone living in the north will think so. Now is the season of fruits and vegetables mature, bright colors of dazzing, eggplant purple, pink, tomatoes, green beans, green neat leeks, these is essential vegetable farm garden in the summer, the most convenient food! Eggplant filling jiaozi, is the most commonly eaten in summer, is also my favorite. My mother's dumpling is still the half moon shape I loved to eat when I was a kid, because the filling of eggplant is not easy to rot. The family gathered around the table, enjoying the heavenly family, the four chopsticks, playing the perfect symphony, and the familiar laughter rippling on the table. Mom kept reminding me to eat eggplant filling dumplings more slowly, and be careful to iron my mouth, so that I couldn't eat the eggplant stuffing. The hot dumpling can come to my mouth, eat the belly digest; The distance from the distance, the mother's love, no matter far and near, the mother's love continues to pass, care never cease.
The taste of home, not luxurious and luxurious seafood feast, but the thick local fragrance, not the wine cup of the wine cup on the banquet, but the family in a cordial care. Eat used to the city of big fish meat, should let mother's family meal rinse the stomach. The city's wandering, the life in the countryside, really depends on the mother's care in the connection. After years of being away, I can't let my mother's home cooking skills lose their hand, which contains more love and health!
Feel the kindness of your family
Home, tired at any time can return harbor. There is always a drift, even if there are millions of luxury cars. From the first step on my way home, my mother asked me how nice it would be to stay at home and not go back to shenzhen. I know what she means. I wish I had stayed at home for a few more days. I joked that we sold our house to live in shenzhen. My mother was very opposed to it, and she had to leave the place for a whole life, even if it was given to a million. Ning is a pot of soil in his hometown, and he does not love him. The old man loved his family so much. On the land of his hometown, he can feel steady and find his own value in his own land. Roots grow in this soil, and the leaves will always come back.
We grow watermelon, grow peaches and grow grain. My mother's love for me is always like that of her own crops, so long as they are planted in the fields, they will sprout and bear fruit.
Mom is a very competitive person. I am not a man of my own work. I am determined not to do anything to be left behind. The weather this year is a hundred years. From the beginning of the seedling of watermelon, there have been various setbacks. In February, the temperature was low, and the seedlings had a large number of root phenomena, and the seedlings were constantly replanted to recover the seedlings. Planted seedlings in March, GuaMiao air temperature is low in the ground, wind is big, a lot of greenhouse film was blown bad, some froze to death, there needs to be sold to the other GuaMiao, repetition, replant the second time a third time... . In may watermelon pollination comes in the rain, the pollination melon is rained down, waiting for the weather to be the second time... Why is so complicated, the reason is one, let watermelon mature early, sell a good price! After the watermelon was sold on June 2, the old man called me happily. Our watermelon is the first one and the price is ok. I was so moved and happy to hear dad's speech! People in the whole village have been growing watermelons for the old age of mom and dad, and I admire them for buying such a high price.
The sweetness of watermelon requires a lot of people to grow. The risk is very high and the weather is the main factor. When the cost of a melon is more than 50 percent, many people will choose to give up, because there is no hope and other crops will be changed. The wind blew, the rain fell, and the melons did not know how many times they cried! Mom dad is no exception. They just want to prove that they are very good, to go home and eat sweet watermelon!
This time I went home, and I found that my mother had lost a lot of weight and her skin was getting a lot of tan! Dad's legs are not as good as they used to be.
Time is a sword, cut off the youth of the strong, mapping the youth; Eliminate the daily variety of defeats, leaving the joy of happiness sweet. If time can be turned back, I would like to be a parent's shield, keep the parents' youth, keep the sun's poison, keep the parents' black hair, keep the parents' thin white.
I look at my parents with white hair, I would like to stay with my parents, talk to them every day, have fun together, laugh together.
Feel your childhood memories
Through the water slides of my childhood, as if yesterday's play and play. Here we have the shadow of war, the memory of the happy paradise. No matter how far we fly, we have our dreams.
Aqueduct slides look almost collapsed, but there are still hours of undeleted memories. Weekly school week, our dozen of our partners are playing on the aqueduct. In the early 1990s, the countryside was so backward that there were no casinos and facilities.
Rolling slides in the dirt during the day and letting mom wait for the next pair of trousers
During the day, he played the eighth route army and Japanese devils, and in the evening let his father apologize to the families of the wounded
During the day, I would collect money from the post and write my dad's letter of guarantee in the evening. I would never rush to collect the money from the businessman.
The memory is funny and funny, but it's very precious, and keep him sealed forever.
The village primary school is an hour school. This is the door to education life. In this school read seven years book, just lay read seven years in dad's bow, a grade and level, age at the time, honesty, often bullied by other students, can't finish homework, was detained by the teacher mustn't come home for dinner. The luckiest time of the day was to go home and eat my mom's meals at night. Nowadays there are few children in the countryside, many are studying in the county, and now the school has become a factory. But the memory of studying in the hours is here, and can't be erased.
Feel the taste of labor
The rural labor is really hard, there are endless farm work, like the TV series, one episode and another, endless. Mom often says my sister doesn't love to go home, she thinks she has too much farm work.
Get up at 5am and go down to watermelon. In the light of the sun, enjoy the fresh air, gulp the breath, let the lung and nature close communication. The dew drops on the ankles, refreshing. Enjoy simple pleasures with primitive operations. In the early morning sun, with mom, daughter-in-law, father and family to communicate intimately. Simple but not extraordinary. Talk about the fruits of the city, the city's food, the city's work, the country's work, the country's early morning, the country's nightlife. Living in a tight city, simple country life, two ways of living, two attitudes to life. From 5 a.m. to 9 a.m., basically a car of watermelon, working in the city, got up at 9 a.m. My mother's attitude is to work hard to plant crops and earn more income. Our attitude is to put the pressure on the city and put down roots. People who have been working hard for a year are enjoying the joy, and they have been rewarded for their labor. Watching how I met your mother becoming old, I said, a piece of and a piece of life we back to shenzhen, kind of watermelon killing himself, and said to them, while we can also do a few years, to you to save more, give you pressure, who says money easier that are lying, you work outside every day to stay up late is not easy, with healthy to get the money.
Labor has its flavor, and the real experience can be felt. More labor, more gain.
The fire broke out in July. Go to the parents-in-law's house to fold the cauliflower, that is called the heat sauna, the person with poor physical quality, cannot carry. At 12:00 noon to 7 PM, they are steamed at high temperature. There is a strange disease in the yellow flowers, which will bloom after 7 PM. After flowering, the vegetables are called flowering vegetables, and no one receives this dish. This year's price is the best price we've ever had, just as we're coming home to catch up. In the morning after watermelon, after breakfast, we have to go back to our daughter-in-law's home. Never discount food scare me into the ground, a huge, great folds dish one by one in the hot sun, slowly like a number of dishes, this dish can not have leakage, or tomorrow will blossom. Step by step, can't enjoy the treatment in eight years. Wearing the gown, long black trousers, wearing a hat, a circle around the cold water immersion had a facecloth, the sweat from his forehead to eyes, I can't keep salty eyes open, is the bridge of the nose to his mouth, is full of salty, thirsty, like fire, sweat on the skin from the upper to the back, from the back flow to the legs, can feel like water down, hands red with red, tan until the sixth day afternoon, the whole black, is black with a circle around her neck. Such labor, from small to big I have not tried, who let this year's vegetable price so high, the market is so good. The daughter-in-law told me that you would think of these dishes as a hundred dollar bill of great size, and it would not be hot to do so, but I did not see him like a red hot coals.
The manual labor of the country is so hard, it must take the scorching sun to pick it up, and it is difficult to find the opportunity when it is missed. After six days of hard work, the father-in-law took out 1,000 yuan and asked me to take it, saying that thanks to you, many dishes went bad in the field. We really feel that they are not easy to make money. At 40 degrees, they are risking their lives to get it. You can't make money, buy more drinks and drink more, and hire a few people to work. In fact, they were reluctant, preferring to work on their own, to rest assured.
It's not easy to get through it. It's easier to get through it and get through it. Money is fair to everyone, and the amount of labor is determined by how much.
The people who live on this land want a happy and fulfilling home. Every day the sun rises and falls, and repeats the simple life. All want to be on this piece of land, exert oneself the biggest value, earn more money, come to reduce the pressure that is far away from country son daughter-in-law.
Life of people living in the city under high pressure, also want to have a happy complete family, the parents took it, and a good life, eat dinner together, laughter, leisure for a walk, away from home the heavy farm work, another way of life, enjoy different raise in later life.
A lifetime of land, a lifetime of feelings. Every time my father calls to say, "our house, we have approved to grow to 2028. Every time you come home, you will have your own melon and fruit to eat, your own vegetables to eat, and your own food." I wanted to cry and laugh at my dad's words. To cry is to be touched by the love of my mother, who loved our father and mother who wanted to cry, who felt that my parents were too old to farm the land. The people who lived through the disaster and cultural revolution in the last three years of the last century, they will use the land as their lifeblood, the land will not go hungry, and the land will have the hope of life. When will this idea change?
The short parting
On July 5, the 10-day vacation soon ended. The train is coming back to shenzhen on May 5. Mom and dad brought a lot of delicious food when we left. Yellow flowers, peach, peanuts, red beans, peppers, tomatoes, pancakes, boiled eggs... Five big bag. On the road hungry can eat, to shenzhen also can eat, my father told me to return a call after shenzhen. The parting of loved ones is brief, and it will not meet again, go to the ends of the earth, or the warmth of the home.
Ten days of life, feel different wonderful. Body tired, but full, abandon the city of everything, enjoy the home of qingning, enjoy the parents love the great. The close contact of family members, the communication between heart and heart, this is the true meaning of life, the real meaning of life.
Often go home to look home and see, don't let old people hang up, do as children's responsibility; When you are 10 days away from your parents, you will find that your parents are getting old. When you are around your parents for 10 days, you will make your parents feel that they are not alone. When you're 10 days away from your parents, you'll realize that everything is zero and that being with your family is one...
, unexpectedly walked to the town library door. Gawking at that: a slightly agitated breeze sneaked through the scene, and the memory of the unforgettable years of struggling under the sea of calligraphy was inexplicably replayed.
Licking the trouble of the years, he took the action that was already unfamiliar: running to the library.
The library's huge collection of books has left itself at a loss. In front of this bookshelf, I had been walking around in front of the bookshelf, and had been pulled and pulled by hand in front of the bookshelf. Looking around the perimeter of a neat line of books fixed in a clean seat, his face painted red.
Perhaps it was the shame that worked! A book of Thanksgiving books and my eyes began to communicate. Without hesitation, he took the book lightly, hurried to a small corner, pulled out his stool and sat down.
Many times, no one knows what will happen next. I didn't expect that, because the contents of this book, in the short 3 hours of reading time, tears actually in my face 7 times.
Remember that there was an article in it. Mother is dying, and the goodness of the world is drawing to a close. And most of the best surgical doctor also is the mother of daughter she actually powerless, can only looking at the family leave, bitterly at only familiar with the taste of a mother's love away. Such a thing happened in the last years of the physician's accompanying mother. A mother's daughter was in urgent need of the cornea, just as another mother's son was about to have a great time. The daughter's mother cried, and finally the father agreed. But the son's mother let out the cruel words: the son is dead, how to also let him leave this world intact, this cruel words float in the hospital, with a loud echo, stabbed the doctor's ear.
She came to the two families, and she began to be kind and old. In the spirit of saving the lives of the tall flag, also joined the daughter's mother camp.
"Would you like to leave the world without your loved ones? You talk! As a doctor, it's amazing to save a few people!" Her son's mother once again stabbed her in the atrium, and in the silent hospital corridor, she danced a special education series.
Perhaps the doctor did not know that it not only pierced her heart, but also into her mother's mind. The mother took small steps and stumbled into the crowd for a few minutes.
"Daughter, can you use my cornea?" A faint, surprising sound emerged from the crowd. The mother looked straight at the doctor with her yellow eyes, and her eyes never left her daughter.
Looking at his mother's pale face, her messy hair, her purple lips, the doctor did not speak.
"Daughter, you come up again, I want to have a good look at you." The mother knew that this would be the last time to keep the daughter firmly in mind for the time of heaven.
I didn't know why I didn't have the valve of the good tears, the dry face, the emergence of a clear spring.
Move your arm around your mother's words and bury your head in the air between your arms. With a tight bite of the jaw, the right hand, which is hanging on the thigh, is tugging hard at the deepest point of the thigh.
Yeah! Do I want to see my family leave the world? This is a true picture of the physician at the time. The great mother already know her daughter was awkward and difficult, and my mother knows, next to say out, will be a commitment to a family, will be incomplete disregard for life, also will be the last one thing can do for his daughter.
Looking at the thinness of his mother's love, the same fierce woman who was also a mother finally relented.
"After all, my son's cornea is younger and his success rate is higher." In our eyes, it was the love of the physician's mother that kindled the flame of her love. After deciding to donate the child's cornea, the mother simply said it
"Looking at the doctor's mother looking at her daughter with a peaceful look, I also wish that girl's eyes of my son, and I can always look at me, accompany me."
The article came to a close, and the tears seemed to come to a climax. Slightly raised head, the tears on the book ripples up a lovely round halo, gradually blurred eyes, in the round halo seems to see my own mother.
My mother's life was also a life of hardship and strength in writing her own unregretful life.
Less than 20 years old married to my father, nearly 30 me, my mother less than 50. This age is put in the woman of the city, perhaps still can deserve to go up with enchanting figure, strong body. However, people are somewhat different after all.
There are so many things that impress me. Remember that it happened on the first day.
The father staged another big fight for his mother. And I, like the little match girl, curled up in the cold corner, shivering, alone with tears, through a dark childhood. Later, the mother became unbearable and ran away to a relative in Shanghai.
No pain, no difference, just numbness. Some just stare dully, some just occasionally the crow flies after the wave of smirk. People say: the crow flies over, can bring misfortune. When shall I have the pleasure of meeting this misfortune, and I shall soon die. At that time, I had such an idea, and now I want to be lucky, not to die.
One night after my mother had gone, my father, holding a stick, knocked on my head, forcing me to call the mother in Shanghai, and the purpose and content of the call was to get my mother home. But there was no one in his father's instruction that he was wrong. There was not even one of them.
Maybe it was my cry, maybe it was my blessing, but after a few days my mother came back home. I asked my mother one day in the past few years.
"Mom, why did you come back then?"
My mother smiled and laughed a lot.
"Foolish child, for you are my son! I won't come back if I don't have you at home."
How simple, how direct, how true words.
Now think of what I would have been if my mother hadn't really come back. Would be in prison every day the scum that smirks, will be in the street begging the kid, will be with the father every day fight with the unfilial son, also perhaps I was already not already in this world! To be sure, there won't be any of me who can still fiddle with a few words. I dare not think, nor do I need to think, because my mother came back. Also real live in my in front, smiling at me every day, every day will be charged my key in the old place, give me wash the clothes every day, every day in my unwittingly help me pour out the garbage room, every day give me leave some warm water (because the mother know every morning I drink first), should also say with me: every day your father is old, he scold, let he scold or two! I can't help walking away.
I feel the love for my mother and the change of my mother. The man who was so cruel to her was now on the list of silent care. Maybe this is the so-called blessing of Chinese traditional culture.
The home that once filled with the smoke, now gradually exposed the face of the home, the smoke also slowly faded a lot. We are gradually growing up. To be exact, I grew up, my mother was old, my father was older. There's going to be something like that. Got anything to eat at home, I always give children or neighbors eat next door, and every time they always again listened to more than 20 years "water front, later don't give us to eat, for your father to see, want to scold you again." I, every time smile a smile, no longer words, next time have delicious food, always while my father is not at home, secretly send to the neighbor. I know the words of the neighbors will not stop, but I always remember what the teacher said: the right thing to do. Because of my mother, I have such a blessing, because of my mother, I can always give others a good mind, because of my mother, I have today's everything.
Always will remember that sentence: your father also old, he scold, let him scold two sentence! To my favorite mother.
01
一处工地上，有一个女人特别显眼。
她比所有人都累，除了要挑起一两百斤重primaryschool的水泥砂浆，还要把自己primaryschool的孩子背在背上。
有人说她年纪这么大了，为什么还出来干活，其实她年纪并不大，只是长年累月的干重活，让她容颜早已消逝。
海明威说：“这个世界如此美好，值得人们为它奋斗”。primaryschool我只同意后半句。
这个世界对每一个人来说并不都是美好的，有的人出入高档场所，用着上万的化妆品，有的人在工地挑着钢筋水泥，还要把孩子背在背上。
但，无论这个世界怎么样，每一个人都要去奋斗，不是么？
02
一个孩子在同龄人都在玩耍的时候，却早早背负起家庭的责任，捡废品补贴家用。
他非常懂事，对于自己的遭遇毫无怨言，只是每一次看到同龄人无忧无虑玩耍的时候，都会忍不住多看几眼。
这个世界是苦的，连童年都不例外。
对于有些孩子来说，不是要不要去无忧无虑的玩耍，而是能不能的问题。
03
常常有人感叹生活的艰辛，为了生计而奔波劳累，可是这句话对每个人的含义真的不一样。
人生不是电影，人生比电影苦太多了。
04
杭州保姆纵火案，那一场大火带走了他的妻子和三个可爱的孩子。
他曾经借十万块给保姆买房，而保姆为了占有孩子的金手镯等值钱物品，一把火烧了他的家。
他哭了一天，最后没有力气了，坐了一把椅子，靠在墙壁上还是忍不住哀嚎。
妻子和三个孩子的头七那天，很多市民自发前来送花哀悼。
有个孩子送了花给他，他没有直接拿花，而是先拉了拉孩子的手，摸了摸他的头。
“自己的孩子如果没有走的话，也是这般大，也有这般可爱吧……”
那一刻，他的内心是多么的痛苦啊。
十年生死两茫茫。不思量，自难忘。千里孤坟，无处话凄凉。
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2016年里约奥运会的拳击赛上，他越挫越勇，把对手打得找不到北。
如此出色的表现，大家都有目共睹，毫无疑问获胜的将是自己，他都已经激动地叫起来，就在他兴奋地以为自己能为中国拳击迎来首胜的时候，裁判却判定对手获胜。
那错愕的几秒钟，真是令人心碎的失望！
他走下拳台前，双膝跪地亲吻了拳台。
从拳台走下去的时候，他用毛巾盖住自己嚎啕大哭的脸。
他叫吕斌，他说：裁判偷走了我的梦想。
击垮了对手，却击不倒裁判。
裁判的一次黑哨，就要扼杀一个运动员一生的梦想，他永远不知道这对一个运动员究竟意味着什么。
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火车站前，外面下着大雪。
他坐在台阶上吃着面包，吃了一口，再也吃不下，他忍不住哭了。
你永远都不知道别人经历了什么，你永远不知道别人为了什么而痛哭，人生有时候真的会很艰难。
生而为人，请善待每一个人。
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一位客人在烧烤摊上坐了很久，点了两瓶啤酒，一碟小串，天突然下起雨，已经凌晨了，他突然很伤心的哭了起来，也不躲雨。
店主很想过去叫一叫他，但却没敢打扰。
清晨的粥比深夜的酒好喝，可是没有清晨的粥，只剩深夜的酒。
本想把星星摘给你，后来想想还是算了，我够得着星星却够不到你。
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他们是农民，妻子做完手术后没有车费回家了，他就用背篓把妻子背在背上，走路回家。
有钱有有钱的过法，没钱有没钱的活法，但是不管有钱没钱都不会影响爱情的降临，这样的爱情比那些铺张浪费的海誓山盟都要真实和感人。
09
这个小姑娘叫LilaMay Schow，今年只有5岁。
她已经和癌症搏斗了三年，一直在做化疗，可是她的身体太脆弱了，不能再继续接受化疗，以她的身体状况，预计活不过感恩节。
知道这是她的最后一个生日，父母决定给她办一个盛大、难忘的生日。
在女儿的生日宴会上，爸爸流着泪向女儿求婚，说来世还要继续做父女。
他还静静的抱着女儿跳了一段舞蹈。
生命是如此美丽，又如此短暂，请珍惜眼前人吧，总有些生命，来不及一一道别。
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河北省行唐县，一位母亲为救治患有皮肤病的孩子，割光了整个腹部、两肋、臀部皮肤为孩子植皮，共2000多平方厘米。
她的家庭并不富裕，为了把钱全部省下来给孩子做后期治疗，这位母亲术后不用止疼药，输液4天就坚持停药治疗！
世界上最伟大的一种爱叫母爱，女子本弱，为母则刚。
“身体发肤，受之父母，不敢毁伤，孝之始也。”我忽然之间对这句话有着深深的认同感。
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《月亮和六便士》中写到：面对地上的6便士，和夜空中最美的月亮该如何选择。当你低头捡6便士的时候，也许你拥有了物质的财富，但你却错过了观看到最美月亮的机会；当你抬头看着月亮，用画笔画下月亮独一无二最美的样子，也许这幅画的价值是一万倍的6便士。
人与人之间是真的不同的，有的人会选择看月光，而有的人会义无反顾的选择捡起6便士，能选择看月光的人，都是被上帝眷顾的幸运之人，因为对于很多人来说，月亮和六便士之间并无选择。
这个世界，有你无法想象的残忍和绝望，请尊重每一群体和每一种生活方式，他们内心经历了怎样的煎熬，你不会懂。
请怀有善意，因为你不知道另一个人经历了什么。不妄自评价，因为每个人的生活方式都自有其理由。
