With lifelong love, I promise you a lifetime of health. Publication date: 2011-08-25
Father's smoking pipe is about two feet long, the original blank is carefully selected bamboo root; the body of the pipe is very thin, with more than ten joints from the body to the bowl, distributed sparsely and densely, scattered in a rhythmic manner, poetic like spring night rain; the joints are blackish red, matching the dark red pipe body, appearing ancient and steady; the tobacco bowl is quite large, like a baby's fist, made of white, yellow...
Like the love of mountains for father and mother. Publication date: 2011-09-11
Missing the taste of mother. Publication date: 2011-08-20
After this beautiful summer capital city experienced the drizzle of autumn rain, it suddenly lost the temperature of summer! The cool wind blowing towards us has already made people dimly aware of the smell of late autumn! Pedestrians on the street have already changed into autumn clothing, occasionally there are still some wearing short sleeves, which is also a part of autumn...
You gave your youth to us, you didn't have time to take care of your beauty. The wind of time mercilessly blew away your health, and the toil of life has long bent your back. Unknowingly, you entered old age. Many times, I cried inside my heart, but my eyes smiled...
Time is a river, countless days of waves, father and mother rowing together, those touching landscapes are filled with the sunshine of love. Father and mother got married before they were twenty years old, at that time they were teachers in the countryside, living in two small earthen rooms, two sets of luggage, one kang table...
Mother is not a picky eater, but some tiny details about mother eating often make me very confused. Eggplant stew is mother's specialty. The eggplant stew she makes is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, oily but not greasy. Not too big or too small eggplants, plus a few chili peppers, slowly cooked to the perfect doneness, then add...
For family, most of the time, what flows from the pen is praise for mother, the word "father" seems a bit distant, a bit off, or perhaps just less noticed, such as these, maybe related to daily interactions, related to communication, probably won't have too many other reasons...
There are no incompetent fathers in the world, if there are, they are only incompetent children (preface). Outside the window, there is a light drizzle, no longer the heat of summer, this autumn rain ends the entire summer, telling people that autumn has quietly arrived, after class walking back to the dormitory feels a bit cold, the heart feels empty...
Years pass like a faint wine... Publication date: 2011-08-15
Maternal love is like the sea... Publication date: 2011-07-22
Love is a habit that seeps into the bone marrow... Publication date: 2011-08-01
Mother on the loom... Publication date: 2011-08-13
The sweat smell of father... Publication date: 2011-08-09
Since the day I met you, it seemed to predict that I would cry and fuss like when I was born, and you, destined to worry about you and always wear the smile of our first meeting. I missed eighteen years of your story, unable to clearly remember your youthful face. When I deeply realize how to love you well, another year has passed...
In my memory, father loved us, despite his introverted nature being no fault of his, but it still shaped the tragedy of his life. At that time, we lived around Bao Shan Street in Xia Guan. Two stops north was the famous Zhongshan Wharf in Nanjing, where people came and went, very lively...
My childhood dreams were mostly with cuckoo birds; and they always kept calling and calling. Why does the cuckoo bird always fly into my dreams? Alas! I wish my little yellow dog could run into my dreams, that would be fun! I could lead it to catch wild rabbits and grab field mice in the fields; and...
I come from chance, like a speck of dust, who can see my weakness. With a grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, giving me the courage to be myself. Whenever I hear this heart-wrenching, soul-stirring song, a warm current rises in my heart, and the image of my mother's kind and weary figure keeps appearing in my mind...
A strong breeze carries a hint of warmth, clouds wipe away a corner of gloom, and we know it's spring. Another heartfelt holiday, Mother's Day, quietly approaches us. As the holiday arrives, my longing for my mother grows stronger. For me, a wanderer far from home, nostalgia is always a heavy burden...
Mothers are actually all like fig trees without flowers... Publication date: 2011-07-22
Father's sorrow... Publication date: 2011-07-23
Father has been gone for many years, and what impresses me most is undoubtedly his laughter and tears. A year after my eldest sister got married, her child was born. My father, becoming a grandfather for the first time, changed from his former stern rigidity. After work, he immediately took the baby from my mother and eldest sister, lifting him high above his head, up and down, enjoying it endlessly...
Today is father's seventieth birthday, and the day after tomorrow is Father's Day. With these two special dates coming one after another, I feel a deep sigh in my heart. The small pen stirs up waves of love, gently spreading over the snow-white paper, raising waves of love...
Mother's New Year's Day is not the first day of the first lunar month, but the third day. According to local customs, the third day of the first lunar month is the day for sons-in-law to pay respects to their parents-in-law. On this day, streets are crowded with people, restaurants and hotels are full. Colorful boxes of pastries or cigarettes and alcohol circulate through the streets...
When I wrote this title, it seemed as if I smelled the familiar and unique sweat of my father again, diffusing in the surrounding air. Father has aged, his gait is clearly unsteady, his ability is no longer as agile as before...
When I try to find a way to express you with my heart, I always hesitate and cannot put pen to paper; when I pour my heart out and want to use one sentence to express my respect and pain for you, I once again get stuck in endless contemplation; when I want to use a sincere sentence to advise you, I enter...
Fig trees bear fruit but do not flower. The fig tree grows in the courtyard of my mother-in-law's house. We have all eaten its fruit. Later, due to relocation, the yard disappeared, and the fig tree became a memory. In the morning, my brother-in-law called to say let us help move my mother-in-law who lives at my younger sister's house to his place...
When emotions run deep, the boat is filled with love... Publication date: 2011-09-10
Holding father's hand... Publication date: 2011-09-14
Unforgettable maternal love... Publication date: 2011-07-14
Because of the close relationship with the land, father worked on the land for most of his life, polishing his own days. Father is like a lump of soil in the summer field, touched by sunlight, soaked by rain, with countless stories hidden in his weathered face...
Father's smoking pipe... Publication date: 2011-07-27
Mother, the closest person in the world; maternal love, the strongest bond in the world. Maternal love is like a pastoral poem, distant and pure, elegant and gentle; maternal love is like a landscape painting, washing away the pretense and leaving freshness and simplicity; maternal love is like a passionate song, melodious and graceful, softly sung; maternal love is like a gentle breeze...
When I was a child, the father I saw drank the most wine. No matter what kind of dish my mother made for him, he would sip a little before the meal, savoring the aroma, finding it flavorful. Father often encouraged my mother, my brother, and our whole family to drink with him. He said...
Mother, I will never grow up in your presence. You, have been away from me for more than ten years, memories, like soap bubbles, one after another, drift away with the wind. Only you, the rustling footsteps, the sound of mice searching for food at night, the bold steps, often invade my dream forest. Gently...
Mother possesses the qualities of kindness and selflessness. She is her grandmother's precious treasure, her grandfather's palm pearl. My mother's life, similarly, has gone through much hardship and difficulty. She supported that piece of heaven and earth with her soft yet strong heart; she guarded the hard-won happiness with her loving persistence; she melted the frozen affection with her passion and sincerity...
Recalling father again... Publication date: 2011-09-11
Last night, the familiar footsteps of mother invaded my dream again... Publication date: 2011-09-04
Father has aged these years. His hair is thinner, his white hair more; his hearing worse, his vision poorer; his gait more unsteady; the traces of time on his face clearer; his slightly emaciated body has never shown signs of obesity. But his lifestyle remains unchanged, no smoking, no drinking...
Gratitude to father... Publication date: 2011-07-26
Relevant to father... Publication date: 2011-08-15
The taste of mother lingers in the rice flour cakes of hometown, in the fragrance of the zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival, in the scented tea during the Grain Rain season.
Preface
One, Mother's Rice Flour Cake
Rice flour cake, also known as dumpling cake or steamed rice cake, is a popular snack in northern Jiangxi. Making rice flour cakes requires good quality...
Father... Publication date: 2011-07-28
Autumn morning... Publication date: 2011-09-11
Happiness flows in mother's time... Publication date: 2011-09-10
Father and tobacco and alcohol... Publication date: 2011-07-26
My mother did not leave a single photograph. Her image exists in my vague memory, in the descriptions of relatives.
She was 48 years old when she passed away. I was 10.
In my memory, my mother was very stout. Her complexion was very pale. She was almost always sick. But I never saw her frown; she seemed always cheerful...
Father quietly lay on the hospital rescue room bed.
A couple of days ago, perhaps due to excessive fatigue, perhaps because of those two cups of rice wine, father had a cerebral hemorrhage. The doctor said if we had come a few minutes later, he wouldn't have been saved. It was really dangerous. I am very grateful to heaven, to Buddha, to everyone...
Mother... Publication date: 2011-07-14
Mother, we love you... Publication date: 2011-08-30
Tears of mother and son... Publication date: 2011-08-15
Father is like a mountain... Publication date: 2011-07-28
Understanding maternal love... Publication date: 2011-07-26
Father's laugh and cry... Publication date: 2011-09-17
Mourning my mother... Publication date: 2011-09-07
The dark times father walked through... Publication date: 2011-08-09
Facing death, all words are pale. This essay feels a bit superficial, the words haven't penetrated deeply enough, my hands haven't truly written what I wanted to express.
Father's sorrow
Pain, pain. Uncle had no other words, we were also at a loss, already knowing the final outcome...
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