I can't help her, and I didn't expect her to go to a good school in the first year. Because of her study position, I actually dare not admire her. In this small county, it's rare for current-year students to get into university. I've been planning for her to take preparatory classes and try for a better school next year. But I haven't dared to say this in front of her, fearing that she would become even more lax in her studies.
That day, I didn't finish my homework, and you raised your hand, leaving a mark on my face that lasted for several days. Ever since you left, everything has become rushed and meaningless, like having no grass at all. When my uncle could also wield a large hammer, he went to the blacksmith shop where my father was, as an apprentice. Only then did the living conditions of my grandmother's house slowly improve.
What a great daughter! Thinking about these things, my tears are almost spilling over! Later, Lanlan went to the US with her husband, and for five years, father and daughter couldn't see each other. The vague expressions from my brother on the phone also made me angry; he knew nothing about the "departure" of our father. When asked, he said he was still at my sister's place, though he heard there was a possibility he might come here. I refuse to believe it. Now, thinking back, how did my sister-in-law manage to knead those pig-like dough pieces on the table, tearing them into small dough balls, rolling them into flatbreads, and making steamed buns or pancakes? That must have required a lot of hard work and patience!
Since I was young, I've had athlete's foot and can't wear leather shoes. Uncle went upstairs, saying he'd go check on her father. Living for decades, she's also tired. It seemed like I couldn't believe my ears, taking quite some time before I came back to my senses, responding repeatedly: "Ah... ah... ah..."
Nowadays, you're almost three years old, and you've made my life so rich and colorful. Your innocent and lively laughter makes me happy and forget all the troubles in life. Every little detail of yours tugs at my heartstrings: your health, clothing, food, shelter, travel, joys, sorrows... I grieve with your grief, and rejoice with your joy.
I love my mom! She bears the most pain, carries the most pressure, swallows the most tears, but still faces us with love and smiles, giving us sunshine-like brilliant love.
Before, we were always used to having a main pillar supporting our sky, considering our sincerity, shielding us from wind and rain. Suddenly losing our reliance, we need to face sunburn and rain ourselves. As a child, I still harbored resentment, needing to support this family ourselves, our steps becoming heavy, the unease in our hearts rising, unsure if we can hold up? Although since childhood, our parents have trained us to be independent and strong by saying, "If one day we're not here, what will you do?" Eventually, we have to take over the heavy burden from our parents in Beijing, but isn't this happening a bit too early? And we feel very passive because of this!
He wasn't a bird, so he cried. I can't imagine how he endured a week without a bath! Unless some things, relative to a week without bathing, were even more painful, making a week without bathing seem insignificant.
My father loves drinking tea.