Family warm heart story _ warm story about family
Family story 1: in memory of my grandfather
He is an ordinary citizen and will come to the end of his life this month. Overnight, the beard turned white and the hair fell off. The face has become more crooked because of cancer. He has been calling the names of relatives he has never seen in a weak voice.
He is an ordinary fisherman, who gave birth to seven children, four men and three women, and his descendants are full.
Affection is objective and emotion is subjective. I watched grandpa die slowly, but there was nothing I could do. I never cry. Grandpa's life is doomed to death. How many lives have quietly disappeared from us, and we have no time to grieve. The disappearance of many lives has triggered our metaphysical thinking about life.
Grandpa experienced the great War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression of China in the 20th century, the civil war filled with smoke, the establishment of historic new China, the painful reform of market economy, and the once-in-a-century flood in 1998.
In the new century, new China has become rich and powerful. However, grandpa thinks that the president is the emperor. Rich people are landlords and we are all rights holders. The country has no influence on him, only the world, only the money with immediate interests. In fact, it is enough for the elderly in rural areas to live for a lifetime. Grandpa has no rich knowledge and no sense of time. He works by looking at the calendar.
In the new century, China will become stronger. Unfortunately, the old man can't go on living. No matter how strong a person is, he will die. No matter how powerful China is, what we need is the happiness of ordinary people. What rural people need is harmony and stability. They have no other luxuries. It is best for children and grandchildren to go abroad to study, do business and make a fortune.
The moon in China is rounder than that in other countries. Since the reform and opening up, the moon in China has become more and more round. His children are happier than before. There is food to eat, not porridge like before, but delicacies; There is a house to live in, not a dark hut, but a beautiful house; If you have a car, a motorcycle is better than a bicycle; If you have money to spend, sometimes you can make the mare go, and you will stay when you do things.
The ideal of life can be realized from generation to generation. As long as you have a dream, your blood will boil; As long as you have faith, the problem can be solved.
Relatives chose a treasure trove of geomantic omen for grandpa as a grave. His grave is luxuriously and beautifully built, which is his fruit and the crystallization of his life's efforts. Don't think that people without culture have no right to harvest. Good people should get fruits after giving, which is the fairest gift from God.
Affection is objective and emotion is subjective. I watched grandpa die slowly, but there was nothing I could do. I never cry. Grandpa's life is doomed to death. How many lives have quietly disappeared from us, and we have no time to grieve. The disappearance of many lives has triggered our metaphysical thinking about life.
Kind grandma always keeps the bed full of parting in the dark room, feeding him water, eating, changing his clothes, bathing him and helping him go to the toilet. We all stood beside him, doing the same simple, simple and touching things. Of course he needs such care and care, and this is happiness.
He is obviously satisfied. It is a fact that he has never made an earth-shattering career in his life. However, we have all made progress, which is the first step in his great career. So, how can you not be satisfied?
He really wants to go out and see the face of his hometown and strange world. Maybe there are countless pictures in his mind,
However, he has no ability to describe and speak. As if the outside world no longer belonged to him.
At the end of his life, the only reliable thing is that we love his children and grandchildren, a wooden bed to rest on and a warm quilt.
The outside world is wonderful, and the newborn children have created many miracles for this world. Nature still exerts her incomparable magic, and everything changes endlessly. Tomorrow will be better! This is the naked confession of life. Nothing is more touching than this confession. If there is no tomorrow, then mankind will cease to exist and everything now will be meaningless? This is my guess, which may be correct.
Grandpa's body has become emaciated, his skin is sticking to his bones, and his whole body looks very fragile. A word pops up in your mouth at high frequency:? All right! All right! ? Is he answering? Death? I promised to meet King Yamaraja in hell at once. If not, it is obviously an ardent expectation for everything now and in the future. Yes, everything will be fine. ? All right! All right! ? These short words are rhythmic poetic words, conveying the most beautiful religious feelings of mankind.
? This is my other guess, which may be correct.
I still have a lot of speculations about life, and my metaphysical thinking has never stopped. I don't know if I should, but it is my inevitable requirement to explore a purer meaning of life. Grandpa certainly didn't know I was so sensitive, but I should thank him for all this. He gave it to me. The most difficult moment in the history of my life was the most vacant moment, and this time it was like this. My nothingness, my weakness, my powerlessness, even, I haven't had a chance to experience this kind of death. I heard the bad news on the way, and it was also the day I went to study in Thailand.
All this seems inevitable. If I used to be a free-flying kite, now I seem to be flying in the air. My heart has been restless for a long time. Although there are no tears, it does not mean that I am strong, and my heart has always been tied. Who can understand the contradiction and pain?
In this most difficult moment, time will forget everything. I am a good person who forgets all the sadness.
Grandpa, please forgive me for not being with you until the end.
I am willing to stare at life with conscience, filial piety and perspective. It belongs to us to find a suitable position for you in the image of human civilization and draw a beautiful portrait for you.
Grandpa, the tall sky will always erect your image. At that time, clouds were not just clouds, stars were not just stars, birds were not just birds, and all these things we looked up to were not just things themselves. From then on, they are living images of life, with flesh and blood, crying and laughing, and at the same time, they also have a pair of black eyes staring down. Everything on the earth continues to exist under the care of great love. Maybe, whenever I am excited, I will call you loudly when I look up.
In the early morning of June 15, 2008, Guangzhou
20 15 September 15 night, Shenzhen
Family Story 2: Dad's Deception
It's over. What should we do now? I'm really going to have a wedding reception. I have a feeling of disaster.
When I was a child, I never thought that when I really want to get married now, I just want to register with my beloved in an ordinary afternoon. No proposal, no wedding reception, no wedding dress, no bouquet, no romantic dream!
Because, I have too many parents? To whom? Who gave birth to me and raised me?
Two fathers, one in Taichung and one in Taibei. Just thinking about the scene of proposing marriage makes my scalp numb. Just register directly. But after the first action, parents are still eager to see their daughter get married, so it is imperative to hold a wedding banquet to realize their parents' wishes.
Fortunately, my mother-in-law is very cold and takes care of me. But God is fair. If you don't have to solve this problem, you must solve that problem. I have to bother to coordinate, okay? Both sides? Not her husband's family and her family, but her parents!
Let's start with who will sit at the main table. Let me be the first two. Mom and dad are not to be outdone, shouting the importance of family. They have been fighting all their lives, and it seems that they are going to fight it out at my wedding.
I usually live with my mother. She is unstable and picky. But unexpectedly, dad is the most difficult one this time!
Dad has been in the army for 25 years, and some traditional ideas are deeply rooted in his bones. Because such a stubborn father, in the process of planning a wedding, is it called ID? Ah, dad? My adrenaline started to rise.
I want to have a simple wedding, but he is very serious and digs into every detail. What is even more frightening is that one day he actually wanted to go to Taipei from Taichung. ? I want to sit down with your mother and discuss the details of the wedding. ? He said.
Sit down and talk about it? Oh, my God. Last time? Sit down and talk? It was more than twenty years ago when we divorced.
I cried, begging my mother to stop me. I can't imagine how these two will talk about my happy event.
When the mother's heart is like mud, the mother restrained her temper and took the initiative to call her father, but the father was helpless; The tone is much looser. However, I mentioned later: at the wedding, besides my mother-in-law, my aunt will go on stage with you, and so will my aunt. Let's raise our glasses to the guests.
? What? Dad interrupted me in astonishment, as if he had been hit hard.
Obviously, dad never thought that there was someone else on the stage besides him. Dad thinks that the wedding is his venue! He plans to charter a car to take his relatives and friends to Taipei to congratulate him. His comrades-in-arms can take my wedding as a way home, and he will take the stage as the host and loudly announce that he has finally married his daughter! But I'm the one who obviously got married!
At this wedding, my greatest wish is to thank my uncle who raised me for more than 20 years in front of relatives and friends. Over the years, I haven't had a chance to tell my uncle seriously on formal occasions? Thank you? .
So, in addition to asking my father to make a speech, I also warmly invited my uncle: Tinker Bell, can you please make a speech at my wedding? Tinker bell is my nickname for my uncle.
? Hmm? But I'm not used to speaking in front of so many people! Your father is eloquent, so let him speak. ? Uncle gave way politely.
I have to beg earnestly: Tinker Bell, I really hope you can speak at my wedding and let everyone know that you are the most important to me! ?
Uncle thought about it and finally agreed generously: as long as you think this arrangement is what you want, you can! ?
This is my uncle, who has been silently supporting me, cooperating with me and conniving at me.
Growing up, my uncle never thought my crazy idea was ridiculous. He always follows my temper, helps me to consider those delusions pragmatically, and helps me where he can help me? Even most of the time, I just said it on a whim.
Dad, this wedding is not only your venue, but also your uncle's venue. He also attended the wedding with the feelings of marrying his daughter, and he will wear the corsage of the officiant like you.
two
The wedding went well, just as I dreamed. Standing on the stage and looking at the audience, I can't hide my inner excitement. This is the moment I've been waiting for!
I started slowly: God knew I was a troublesome child, so he sent three angels to take care of me when I grew up? My mother gave me the art of life and a firm attitude towards life; My father gave me a creative gift and taught me the truth of being a man and doing things. ? At this point, I paused and slowly turned my eyes to my uncle. But, I think, what does the world really teach me? Love? That man is my uncle. ?
In my mind, the picture of getting along with my uncle began to fly.
At the age of thirteen, I skipped class and jumped on the bus to find my uncle, who enlightened me.
Fifteen years old, suffering from pneumothorax, my uncle stood outside the ward and waved me to refuel.
Sixteen-year-old, after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother advised me to study business and work as early as possible, but my uncle thought I should study more, so I went all the way to graduate school.
At the age of 20, my mother has cancer, and my uncle is not afraid of hard work. He accompanied my mother to the hospital for treatment and never gave up.
In the institute, the pressure of writing papers often gives me stomach cramps, and my uncle takes me to the emergency room on a motorcycle in the dark night.
After entering the society, whenever the low tide of work and love strikes, my uncle will accompany me for a walk on the sports ground, round and round?
Tears blurred, I saw my uncle calmly step onto the stage.
Today, he specially combed a gentleman's head, polished his shoes and pinned a corsage on his chest. Uncle took the receiver and spoke slowly: growing up, I rarely had the opportunity to know what it was like to be moved to tears. Today, I finally realized. The first time I met Weiwei was twenty-two years and six months ago. At that time, she was not yet fourteen years old, and she was a sensible child? In normal life, she called me Dangdang Dangdang. No matter what she calls me, we feel like family.
Twenty-two years and six months, my uncle accompanied me for more than half?
I jumped forward and hugged my uncle tightly, and tears ran down my cheeks. Thank you, thank you for not running away, thank you for not abandoning me as a drag bottle, and thank you for taking care of our family without regrets for more than 20 years? What I want to say but can't say in my heart is: in my heart, you are not only my uncle, but also my father! ?
At this point, my remaining eyes inadvertently aimed at the audience's father. Dad's eyes seemed to flash a bit dim.
What a strong father, me? Thank you.
three
The next day, Vortex was anxious to see the photos and urged his brother to connect the camera to the TV. The wedding banquet scene reappeared? Wait, what's this? I pressed the pause button and cocked my head to study. In the picture, it's uncle's side face. He looked down at the little note in his hand.
I patted my brother with my hand and asked? What were you looking at when you took this photo?
? Cheat sheet?
I was puzzled, and then my mind turned and my heart warmed up. Ah, it's a cheat sheet!
That night, I squinted after my uncle to confirm: Tinker Bell, I heard that you made a cheat sheet. Oh, I found it! ?
? Yeah! ? Uncle shyly admitted it. I'm afraid I forget when I'm nervous. ? Then, uncle went on to say,? I was reading a cheat sheet outside when your father came to me. ?
? My dad? I'm so nervous. What is he doing?
Uncle smiled:? Him! I saw him reading a cheat sheet in his hand, too
I want to witness the picture with my own eyes: two fathers, looking at each other's cheat sheets, was dumbfounded, paused, and then couldn't help laughing together.
The picture began to rewind.
How could I forget that when I was planning the wedding, I called my father to take a photo and asked him if I was in the photo he took with him when he left home. A few days later, my father sent me a well-organized folder, from my birth to the autumn of my primary school to the university ceremony. He arranged the photos in order and wrote down the instructions clearly. It turned out that I was always in his heart.
How could I forget that before I got married, I wore a moustache and went to my grandmother's house to incense my ancestors. My father came out of the room and personally put on Yu Pei, which I treasured for many years. He held my hand tightly and solemnly handed me over to moustache, with deep entrustment in his eyes. ? Awei will be yours from now on. ? Dad's eyes turned red and he choked.
I will never forget that at the wedding, I walked onto the stage with a moustache, and then the host invited both parents to raise their glasses. Uneasy on the stage, I clearly saw my father get up first, smiled and went to my uncle, held out his hand without hesitation, and generously invited my uncle to go to the stage first.
I suddenly realized; Some people's love is around, and some people's love can't be said.
I don't know how much I thank my father for reaching out to welcome another man to share with him at his daughter's wedding. Father? This throne, and how much tolerance, watching her daughter excitedly express her endless gratitude to another father on the stage.
I always remember that I have two fathers, but I forgot that I was the only daughter of the two fathers.
Dad, thank you for being proud of me, because I am deeply proud of you!
Family Warm Story 3: Mother's Rape Flower
I was born and raised in the north. Last spring was coming, and my mother planted a few acres of rapeseed on a whim.
April is the harvest time of rape in Huizhou, while in the north, the flowering period of rape has just begun in April.
On Labor Day, my father drove me home from the bus stop. The car is on the only way home. I looked out of the window and saw the rape field cultivated by my mother. Although the area is not large, it does not form a very shocking aesthetic feeling, but it forms a very sharp contrast with the colors of the surrounding fields, but it is abrupt and unassuming. Father sighed, well, the rape blossoms are really beautiful.
Summer is here and the rape is ripe. It also coincided with my holiday, and my mother asked me to collect rapeseed together. Spread a tarpaulin or a cut snakeskin bag on the ground. Mom will be responsible for harvesting and I will be responsible for bundling. Mother cut some rapeseed and threw it on the cloth. I will come forward to gather them together, shake them a little, let those rapeseed that fall easily fall directly on the cloth, and then tie them up and throw them in the car. It took two days to harvest less than two acres of rape fields. There will be more complicated work to be done next, which requires rapeseed to fall off and sift out broken leaves a little. I saw that there were still many rapeseed on the land after rape harvest. It's a pity, but my mother disapprovingly said that there is really no way to avoid it, but maybe things are not as bad as you think.
After the college entrance examination, I had an early holiday and caught up with the corn harvest at home. My mother dragged me into the cornfield, looking mysterious. Walking in, I was surprised to find that a large piece of rape appeared on the ground covered with wheat straw, green? A bunch? Small plants make people feel warm. Mother said, this is just rapeseed.
I saw the rapeseed screened by my mother in the warehouse at home. I grabbed a handful with my hand and sprinkled it. I felt the delicate feeling when the rape flowers crossed the palm of my hand, and I suddenly became emotional. It took nature tens of thousands of years to create such a wonderful plant, and mother restored it to its original appearance with a pair of hardworking hands.
The family watched the Spring Festival Gala in jiaozi, but I suddenly remembered sitting in my father's car and seeing rape flowers in full bloom. I asked my mother if she would plant rape this year, and her mother replied, asking your father if it is too much trouble to put it away. Father smiled. If you like, I'll plant it with you. Mother smiled and nodded.