An inaudible love essay

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I went to my parents' house that morning to get my mother's pickled eggs. I called in advance. My mother said that she was buying food in the supermarket and had packed them for me. Just let me go and get them. On the way to work, I turned to my parents' house. First, I saw my father's "grandfather bike" parked under the small tree downstairs, so I knocked at the door upstairs with confidence.

There was no response when I knocked at the door. I rang the doorbell impatiently, and a loud doorbell passed, so I leaned over the door to listen, expecting to hear my father's footsteps, but I didn't hear anything. I know, the bicycle is the leg of my father with bad legs and feet. The bicycle is there, and he must be there. Maybe he is in the kitchen or the north balcony now. He is a little deaf and can't hear my knock at the door at all.

I couldn't help it. I came downstairs again, stood by my father's bike, looked up at my parents' house on the second floor, and saw my father on the north balcony. It is already very hot in the summer morning. Wearing a white vest, he is wiping the wooden box and windowsill of the north balcony with a rag. At the age of 7, he moves very slowly, jumping, jumping and jumping, as if the action in a TV series was slow. I didn't call him, not because I was afraid he couldn't hear me, but because I couldn't bear to disturb my father's seemingly monotonous but fulfilling labor happiness, so I stood downstairs and continued to see him.

There is a dowry box where two mothers got married on the north balcony. There are old clothes in it, each of which is full of memories. Although it is no longer possible to wear them, mothers are always reluctant to give them away or throw them away. There are large and small plates and baskets on the box, and there are green and healthy fruits and vegetables purchased by my father from the far or near vegetable market. Outside the window of the north balcony is a circle of wrought iron guardrail, and there is a prominent one below, where my father's flower treasures-all kinds of cactus are placed.

after cleaning the box, my father cleaned the windowsill and looked at the cactus outside through the screen window, but he just didn't see me standing under the tree. Now he is immersed in the comfort of cleaning up the house. I can't see his expression clearly through the distance of two floors, but I know that although he only does such a little thing, he must be full of sweat. After all, age and tide wait for no man. What's more, every time he stands for a while and takes one more step, his severely worn knee joint will reflect the severe pain that he has been with him for many years.

When I think about this, my tears are rolling in my eyes. My daughters are all grown up, but my parents are old. Even if we have more love, we can't be with each other all the time. This is the helplessness of growing up. What is missed is not only a period of time together, but also the expression of love again and again.

My mother seemed to guess that my hard-of-hearing father would not hear my knock at the door. She dragged her chubby body and trotted back with food in her hands.

When I saw me standing under the tree and my father still cleaning the windowsill, my mother habitually nagged, Your father's ears are too hard, and his vest is too hard. I told him you were coming, but I didn't know how to wait at the door. I quickly said nothing. I'm not in a hurry to go to work. It's really nothing.

after entering the door, I went straight to the north balcony. Sure enough, I saw my father sweating profusely, with thick plasters on his exposed knees. He was leaning on the edge of the box with one hand and still struggling to wipe the window frame with the other. Seeing me, he quickly said, the eggs are on the dining table, and your mother has packed them. Take them to work quickly! Don't be late.

the mother followed, put the food on the box, and kept nagging, but you didn't listen. You made the child stand downstairs waiting for so long, and it was your fault for being late. But my father didn't hear this. He staggered to the kitchen and began to check how the corn porridge was cooked. My mother opened the freezer to help me get steamed bread, and said that the beans I bought were fresh and asked me to get some.

after hearing this, I especially want to stay, help my parents clean up and listen to their nagging. Maybe my father can't hear my response at all, but I can sit there and listen, and he is very happy.

but I have to go again. it's almost time to go to work. Mother cleaned me up quickly and then sent me to my door. At this time, my father has turned on the TV to record the weather forecast, which is his habit, just like he has to wipe the furniture every day, cook three meals a day and go for a walk by bike every day.

Mother looked back and said, Your father is getting old and his ears are getting deaf. Just like your grandmother. I "hmm" and hurried downstairs.

Looking back at the North Balcony again, at this moment, my mother is standing there. She waved her hand at me, and I said "Let's go" loudly. I don't know if she heard it, just like I didn't always hear her words on the North Balcony, but I feel comfortable when I have the opportunity to say it. Even if I can't hear it, it's love.

2

A few years ago, I gave an answer on "Children's Education" in the Q&A section of a website. It was a purely voluntary service process, and there was no material gain, but I did it for more than two years. What supports me is the communication process with children and their parents from all over the country. In this process, it seems that the other party is asking questions and I am answering them. In fact, when I see the questions and answer them according to my own experience, it is also a combing of my own past. What did I do when I encountered such a thing? What were the gains and losses?

In this process, I met many like-minded people, some of whom became QQ friends and talked for so many years. The former junior high school students are now high school students, and the former high school students have now entered the university gate. The parents of their children have now grown up like my children.

Because I have helped them, they have always trusted me. Although I don't do question-and-answer work now, they will still leave messages to express their confusion at this moment, and I will give them some help according to my knowledge.

Recently, I wrote a novel "I'm sorry, I love you from now on" and put it in my space. To my surprise, this novel caused a great response, with many people leaving pertinent comments and some friends leaving messages for me. One of them is a friend. She said that seeing this novel was very touching. Now she is hesitating whether to divorce and leave this loveless home. But when she sees the divorced woman in my novel missing her children, she hesitates. She doesn't know what kind of choice is right.

To tell the truth, a novel is a novel, reality is reality, and novels come from reality, but reality is far more complicated and unpredictable than novels. Especially in the face of the choice of whether a family exists, I didn't directly say my suggestion, but kept asking her why she divorced. Do you have any difficulties?

It seems that she has been depressed for too long. After asking me several times if you are free now and getting my affirmative answer, she began to talk about her marriage. From the beginning, my parents didn't agree to insist on marrying her husband, to the fact that she gave birth to a deaf-mute child after marriage and was rejected by her husband, and now her husband's beating and scolding made her unbearable, which really made my hair stand on end. I'd rather all this just stay in the novel, and the reality is still a beautiful world, but when all this really appears, I know that it is inevitable and there is no choice. No matter what it is, we must face it.

after talking a lot, she seems to be calmer. She said that she wants to break up, but she can't bear to part with her child, who will love him if she leaves? If she wants to take him away, her husband will never allow it, which puts her in a dilemma.

I said, the child is innocent, don't let go of the child's hand easily.

she said, is it? The child is too poor. He is congenital deafness, and he has no auricle. He can't even wear a hearing aid, and he will live in a world without sound all his life.

When I heard this, my heart sank. I really wanted to help her, but I really didn't have relevant educational experience, so I could only give her advice based on what I met in my life and saw on TV: Have you ever heard of sign language and lip language? Sign language is the language of the deaf-mute. If you can, go to Xinhua Bookstore to buy some materials and teach him yourself. When the child is old enough, send him to a special school. Lip language is a kind of language that can be distinguished by observing people's lips when they speak. This is more difficult and should also require professional training. Don't give up, take your time and teach your child little by little. As long as there is love, even if he can't hear it, he can feel it.

She said, Sister, you don't even know that the child is discriminated against by other children and rejected by his father. He is so pitiful. He doesn't understand anything I say, nor do I understand his own careless expression. We are like people from two worlds. How can I get into his heart? How exactly are we going to start?

While chatting with her, I started Baidu, and Baidu found many sign language tutorials and books. When I learned that her home was in the countryside, I started to help her find books and materials on Joyo, and wanted to buy them for her. Before I could say it, she said with surprise as if she had discovered a new continent, that's great. There are such books. I must hurry to buy them. Thank you, thank you, thank you very much.

She also said that she would buy it online or go to Xinhua Bookstore in the county, and she would do anything to help the children.

when I heard this, I put away what I have said to my lips. What she needs is a direction and a listener. If you help her too much, it may make her feel a sense of distance, or give her a kind of pressure, but it will make her feel at a loss.

at this time, she has stopped talking about divorce and devoted herself to the education of her children with joy.

I think, compared with her husband's disappointment, the guilt about her children makes her more sad and love, but she doesn't know how to express it. It is a kind of pain and an endless torture. The child's deafness is unpredictable and an accident, but if you choose to give up, it will become a lifelong injury and a lifelong pain.

it's comforting to see her like this, for the sake of this woman in an unhappy marriage and for the sake of the child who can't hear everything. Fortunately, there is love, although he can't hear it.

3

Not long ago, I met a net friend. I am a woman who likes to laugh very much in real life, and I hope that all people who meet by chance can be happy.

that netizen is a bookworm, but it's inconvenient for his family to buy books in the countryside. As for me, I am also a person who likes books, but many books are really shelved when I buy them, and I seldom read them repeatedly. So I think that loving books doesn't care about having them forever, but whether I meet someone who likes to read them.

so, I volunteered to say, I'll give you a copy of fleeting time. Because of his love for fleeting time, he agreed very happily. Soon, I chose SF Express and sent the book out. He also replied quickly that he had received the book and said that he liked it very much. I am very happy because of this sharing.

in a few days, I wanted to give him other books, so I sent them to him by express again. He said, you send them, and I'll get them.

I subconsciously asked: Where can I get it?

he said that because his home is in the countryside, the express delivery is not delivered, even to the county seat, and he can only pick it up at the transfer station in the city. I asked him how much money he needed to spend, and he said that the ticket from his home to downtown was about 2 yuan, and it would cost more than 3 yuan to take a taxi back and forth, so he would come back by car. It costs more than 7 yuan to get a courier.

after hearing his explanation, my heart suddenly tightened. I asked again, did you get Time back in this way?

he said, my sister is fine. I just went to the city on business and picked it up by the way.

what he said was an understatement, as if he didn't want me to have a burden, but I quickly calculated in my mind that even if I went to the city for business, I had to pay extra for taking a taxi to get thirty yuan. In other words, my book "Time flies" made him pay so much for his meager income.

I quickly asked, what kind of express delivery can be delivered to my home, or something more expensive. He has always said that nothing is wrong, as long as he has books to read, he will be happy!

seeing that he didn't say anything, it suddenly occurred to me that for remote areas, it is impossible for any express delivery. However, my courier has been sent and cannot be recovered. What should I do? So, I went online to inquire about the express outlets and the express service telephone numbers of Cangzhou and the other city, and the answers I got were that I could only send them to the transit station in the city and pick them up at my own door.

I asked other friends, and they told me that I could transfer it to a "postal parcel" so that it could be sent to a town near him, so that even if he couldn't collect it at home, he wouldn't have to spend so much money and time to get it in the city.

so, I contacted the customer service of express delivery, told him the express number, and turned the express delivery into a "postal parcel" by paying the other party the same amount of mobile phone fee. After seven days of anxious waiting, these books finally reached his hands.

he said thank you, but I said it would be nice to receive it.

I didn't tell him about the twists and turns, but simply said that I would choose a more suitable method if I sent it to him by express later.

I have never said this love, and even though he is far away from Qian Shan, he can't hear it, but both love and existence know each other.

Four

Yesterday, my husband's grandmother visited the "March 7th", so we called to say we were sorry because we couldn't go back to work. My mother-in-law said it was good that you were busy with your work. Grandma knew your kindness before her death. Now even if you can't come back, she won't blame you. Don't worry!

when my mother-in-law said this, my heart was sour. Although my grandmother was 91 years old, she died a natural death. But for our children and grandchildren, it is still so reluctant to go.

grandma gave birth to eight children, six of whom survived, three boys and three girls, and the youngest daughter was the same age as the eldest grandson. Then it was passed down from generation to generation. Great-great-grandson is five years old and has lived under one roof for five generations.

Grandpa died ten years ago. Originally, two people lived alone, but now she is the only one left, so she sold her old house and gave it to her distant nephew, and she took turns living with several children. My father-in-law walked for two days, and his uncle died long ago. Grandma will decide for herself how long to live in whose house, and make sure that no one is biased, and no one will live soon, and no one will live.

when grandpa was alive, grandma was in poor health and had been ill all the time. After grandpa died of sudden cerebral congestion, she looked like a different person. Except for her poor legs and feet, she needed crutches. She was deaf and blind, so she could not only take care of herself, but also help to look after her home and take care of her young great-great grandson.

When something happens at home, she is just like a "She Taijun". Even if she says it, she is very reasonable and impartial, which makes all her children very convinced. Even if there is a small contradiction, after her two sides are mixed, both sides will soon be happy and reconciled.

years, two sons live in a family for one year; When she felt that her body was failing, she said nothing to me.