Father’s Day: Find some touching articles
I have two very touching articles here
The first one is "White Hyacinth"
It was snowing in the evening, and my friend invited me to go to the hotpot city. He said that he wanted to use the hot pot to wash down his worries. Because she didn't want to be a mother, she and her husband were at odds with each other. She wanted to use me as a fire extinguisher, so that I could arrange for my daughter and go to the appointment as soon as possible.
She also tried her best to persuade me at the beginning that investing too much in motherhood would be too risky. Gua, even my own happiness has to be sacrificed. It is really a big loss. At that time, I laughed at her like a trafficker, but now I feel that every word she has has good words.
The front door of the kindergarten was bustling with people. I held my daughter’s hand, and the teacher hesitated, seeming to have something to say. After a while, she sighed slightly: This child looks like a mimosa. In music class, his mouth is closed like a nut. In dance class, he is always half a beat slower than others. Even during games, he looks alone in the corner.
I seem to have caught a cold, with chills all over my body and a splitting headache. My daughter hid her face in my coat and rubbed it here and there uneasily, which made me more and more irritable. My daughter, who was notified of her critical illness as soon as she was born, was not only short in height among these lively and lovely babies, but also had a very dull personality.
The teacher thought it over again and said something that made me increasingly embarrassed. My daughter couldn’t control her food intake during meals these days. She often asked for more food when she had a stomachache. There was a parent passing by. He turned back curiously and looked at his daughter, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. I forced myself to smile in front of the teacher, but in my heart I was so irritable that I wanted to start a fight with someone.
I arrived home dizzy, lying on the bed as soft as mud. My daughter opened the door and kept asking me to teach her something. I tried my best to suppress my anger and closed my eyes to ignore her. But after a while, I just fell asleep, and the door made a harsh creaking sound again, and her head shrank by the door. Exhausted, I finally broke out, pointed at her angrily and shouted: Get out, I don’t want to see you. !
My daughter shrank into the corner in horror. After a while, she asked tremblingly: Mom, if someone kills her own hand, will she die? I hid her hand behind my back angrily. Pulling it out, my head immediately buzzed, so much blood, such a deep wound! Even Naughty was so stupid that he almost killed himself. God, what kind of child did you give me!
We stumbled towards the hospital, and the snow started to fall heavily. My daughter didn’t cry or ask me to hold her. She just chased after me without saying a word. It seemed that she also knew that she was in big trouble.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that the wound was too deep. To prevent infection, infusion would be required after suturing, and permanent scars might be left. The kind-hearted doctor scolded me for my negligence. My daughter listened silently, burying her thin face deeply between her knees and refusing to lift it up for a long time.
After the intravenous drip was administered, my daughter fell asleep on the hospital bed. Then she remembered the appointment with her friend and hurriedly called back to explain the reason. She said quietly: It seems that it is right not to have children. It is too difficult.
One sentence touched all my hidden wounds, and my tears suddenly burst into tears. During these years, my husband was away from home, and I was left alone to juggle between a sick young daughter and a tedious job. The tremendous pressure almost turned me into dust, and wrinkles spread from my heart to my face like a dragnet. At first I thought children were the best gift from God, but now I realize that this gift has so many add-ons that people cannot afford.
Holding the phone, I couldn’t help but confide my grievances and annoyances to my friends. When I talked about the curious expression of the parent in the afternoon, I burst into tears. My friends repeatedly advised me, saying that I must not let my child Hear these words.
I looked back at my daughter. She was sleeping inward, her eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wet wings. It was already late when I got home. As soon as I walked in, I heard the phone ringing, and my daughter quietly went to the bedroom. My daughter’s teacher said that she has been calling me tonight and if she can’t get through, she will feel so guilty that she can’t even sleep.
It turned out that the parent who heard our conversation went to find her. He said that his child was the best friend with my daughter. The child told his father that his best friend ate so much food. He was not stupid or greedy. It was because her mother worked very hard and she couldn’t eat enough. If you are always sick, you will grow taller and smarter quickly. You will cook for your mother and help her mop the floor, and your mother will no longer be annoyed.
As she spoke, the teacher suddenly choked up and whispered: Your child also said that her mother loves apples the most, and she must learn to peel them.
My heart twitched, and I suddenly understood in a flash that the first time she came in, she wanted me to teach her how to peel an apple, but I ignored her. She hurt herself so badly, just trying to Learn to peel an apple for me!
I came to her room, and she actually put on a summer princess dress and stood silently on the red carpet, like a little snowman, like the sun It will melt as soon as it comes out. When she saw me, her eyes flashed with deep guilt, and my nose suddenly became sore. She murmured, "Mom, don't cry. I'll dance for you," to "Hyacinth Blossoms," which I just learned.
I noticed something strange about the sock on her right foot. She said that there was a hole in the sock. When she took off her shoes and entered the dance class yesterday, some children laughed at her exposed big toe, so she took the needle and thread herself. After sewing, it turned into a small bag.
I squatted down, touched the lump, and touched my hands hard, which also touched my heart. Her feet were rubbed all day long, but I didn’t know that she was only four and a half years old. I was afraid that my mother would be annoyed, so I thought hard and repaired the hole, but my mother thought she was stupid!
She sang softly, swinging her arms slowly, her closed hands like a shyly closed bud. Under the light, the flower buds opened timidly. When the wind came or the rain came, her single-lidded black eyes kept looking at me. The left hand she raised above her head was still wrapped in a thick bandage, and the petals unfolded little by little. Her daughter was like a little brave wounded soldier. On this snowy night, she finally bloomed into a beautiful flower. Still white hyacinth.
Hyacinth whispered: "Mom, the children all laughed at me for driving too slowly. Some people said I was an idiot." I was shocked, and my heart shivered as if it was being burned.
She paused and said quietly: "The dance teacher told everyone that I am not an idiot. I am a white hyacinth. I am quiet and shy. I am better than purple, blue and red hyacinths." Drive slower, but it will be the most beautiful when it opens.”
The snow all over the world melted in an instant, and warm waves overflowed on my face. I leaned down and hugged her. The soft little body embraces the warmth closest to me in the vast world of mortals.
She lay on my chest, and I saw a spotless glazed world reflected in the warm light of the street lamp outside the window. On the gentle eaves, among the loving branches, and in the silent alleys, white hyacinths bloom everywhere. Every seed has tried its best to come from the depths of the nine heavens, rushing to a flower festival, from heaven to earth, just to let its little heart blossom into the prosperity of one tree after another. .
My heart has never been more peaceful and sweet. I want to tell people all over the world: Please allow the white hyacinth to be shy, because no matter how strong the wind and snow are, no matter how deep the injury is, she will fight hard. I will try my best to bloom the most beautiful flower for you.
Tomorrow, I will tell my good friends that having any hyacinth is a blessing.
Attachment: I burst into tears after reading this article. I wonder if you feel the same way
Second article
That day, several friends flew away I ran over to report: "Xiaoshu, come and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out, and my father and grandma chased me out. . This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She was still in rags, and there were some withered grass in her hair. God knows, she spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn’t dare to enter the house, but she was sitting on a stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, facing my house, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. As I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched among us for her son. My mother finally stared at me, stared at me, and called me with a cracked mouth: "Small tree... ball... ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms flatteringly. But I kept moving back. I was greatly disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother I thought about day and night would look like this. A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, now you know what a lunatic looks like, right? It's your mother."
I angrily said to the friend: "She is your mother!" Your mother is the crazy one, that’s what your mother is like.” I turned around and ran away. I don’t want this crazy bitch anymore. Grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so she took the initiative to keep her. My boss was not happy because my mother had lost my face. .
I never looked good on my mother, never took the initiative to talk to her, and never called her "mother". The communication between us was mainly based on my "roaring", and mother is absolutely the best. Don't dare to talk back.
The family cannot support my mother for nothing, so my grandma decided to train her to do chores. When working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her. If she didn't obey, she would be beaten.
After some time, grandma thought that my mother had been trained by her, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What her mother was cutting was the rice that was being pulped and eared off in someone else's field. Grandma scolded her angrily: "Crazy woman, you can't tell the difference between rice and grass..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a stick and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others, saying: "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch. Get away from me..."
Although my mother is crazy, , she still knew the pain, she jumped and dodged the mallet, and kept wailing "Don't, don't..." in her mouth. In the end, they couldn't see it anymore and took the initiative to say, "Forget it, we won't pursue it any more. We'll just have to watch her more strictly from now on..." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice. You are such a pig." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head, which was from my grandma. Grandma glared and scolded me: "Little bastard, why are you talking? If you keep doing this, she is also your mother!" I curled my lips disdainfully: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy mother!"
"Hey, you are getting more and more shameless. Let's see if I don't hit you!" Grandma raised her hand again, and then she saw my mother jumping up from the ground like a spring, lying between me and grandma, and my mother pointed at herself. head, shouting "hit me, hit me".
I understand, my mother asked grandma to hit her, but not me. Grandma's hand that was raised in the air dropped down, and she murmured: "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" Not long after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer from a neighboring village to guard the fish pond. You can earn 50 yuan per month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly hunting pig grass, and she didn't cause any big troubles.
I remember that when I was in the third grade of elementary school, I was hungry all winter. It suddenly started raining, and my grandma asked my mother to give me an umbrella. My mother may have fallen several times along the way, and her whole body was like a mud monkey. She stood by the classroom window and looked at me with a silly smile, and shouted: "Tree...umbrella..." Some classmates were laughing, and I was on pins and needles. , I hated my mother so much that I hated her for being ignorant, I hated her for embarrassing me, and I even hated Fan Jiaxi for taking the lead in making noise. While he was still imitating exaggeratedly, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged it. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we started fighting. I was small and no match for him, and was easily pinned to the ground by him. At this time, a loud roar of "Ouch" was heard outside the classroom, and my mother ran in like a hero, grabbed Fan Jiaxi, and dragged her outside the room. It is said that madmen are very powerful, and it is true. My mother lifted the bully Fan Jiaxi into the air with both hands. He was so frightened that he cried for his father and called his mother, and kicked his chubby calves in the air. His mother ignored him and actually threw him into the pond in front of the school, and then walked away with an indifferent expression.