Family relationships, with our growth
lala001 | 08 February, 2010 21:53
Dear Mom and Dad, you okay? Work is now very busy, right? The body right?
Chun-Bo Li of a year, "a home" has beenMovedHow many sons of the heart, vernacular lyrics, softly singing, touched wandering far from home were the softest heart strings. In that distant hill village, my dear father and mother, you all right?
26 years ago, parents look forward to the next I came to this world, and feel the warmth of the earth. Mom and Dad selfless love has always been happy to accompany me to grow. I fell, they took me up, and wiped his eyes with tears for me; I frustrated, and yes they gave me comfort and encouragement, with me out of confusion, re-take heart; I was sick, and they worked very hard day and night waiting in my bed, delivery of water could be given medicines being, with their care get rid of the disease, let me grow up a healthy ......
Some memories have been blurred, and some memories are like imprinted generally carved in my heart, all the way give me a warm, accompanied me grow. I clearly remember that 7 years old, because of pesticide poisoning and the whole body edema, Mom and Dad do not know how I was going on, anxious to take me to the village health clinic to see the doctor, remember that the doctor is just a very lazy to read I have one, and then took a lot of medicine to go home to eat. I can not remember how he said I had just finished Yao Chi, remember that a bunch of my illness have not seen better. Evening, in the dark I heard my mother sobbing to say: This is how the girl in the end, and, hey gnaw on in such a way it? Dad just said: Tomorrow a big hurry to take her to the hospital in town to see, do not really pulled out what went wrong, and then we would be too sorry this girl has. At that time is not old enough touched, but in their Tan Huasheng in slowly fell asleep. The father during the day to labor, my mother had to bring their own point of view I went to the town doctor, from the house to the town on foot to more than an hour, my mother carrying me on so laborious, a step by step walk toward the hospital. Until found I just keep piling up at home pesticide Xunde minor poisoning, eat medicine would be good, nothing is all right, stretch before her mother locked the brows of some, Dad, after learning that all the long sigh , touched my head, smiling.
My childhood home is like an angel, always feel the owner's favor, although not much new clothes to wear, there are not many nice toys to play, but I lofty than the children of someone's home, than they are proud, because I though of Health To Nver Shen, rosy and boys at home, like attention. The countryside at that time, patriarchal thinking quite seriously, but mom and dad are very open-minded because I was a girl, lightweight look at me. There are many village and my girls the same age are read-only finished junior high school drop out, and most of all go out to work, and good to the family earn a source of income. I, however, with other boys the same age to go to school on the school, and learn what other people like myself what to learn, and never less than others. Finished junior high school in high school, in high school when the parents have been encouraging me to study well, if admitted, no matter what methods are to let me go to college. Later, I really was admitted to a university, the four get together Mom and Dad happy fees. Received notice of the day, the expression of joy on their faces I would never forget.
However, those of us who do have children but never so naive, grow up, wings hard, and one by one on the flight. Always wanted to escape that poverty in the mountains, with a total out of colorful neon aspire to, so forget the kindness of parents in the back of the head, stubborn left their arms. Highlights of the outside world to attract the sinking, Random Hearts, so reluctant to part with the eyes of their parents no longer see the feelings do not feel that they and their children when partingPain。
With good expectations for the future and I, like all pioneers, in their native place to the struggle, of toil all day long I do not have time to run around making thoughts, forgetting that in the distant mountains, there is a round the clock to miss for the elderly Flying Swallow them to far-flung. Finally one day, by chance heard the sound of someone's home where singing that song "a letter": Dear Mom and Dad, you okay? Work is now very busy, right? The body right? Is it so gently singing, let me tears. Yes ah, my dear father and mother, you all right? That Yisha, really feel that they are lack of filial piety, for their own dream, so selfish, left home, leaving her parents endless
Chun-Bo Li of a year, "a home" has beenMovedHow many sons of the heart, vernacular lyrics, softly singing, touched wandering far from home were the softest heart strings. In that distant hill village, my dear father and mother, you all right?
26 years ago, parents look forward to the next I came to this world, and feel the warmth of the earth. Mom and Dad selfless love has always been happy to accompany me to grow. I fell, they took me up, and wiped his eyes with tears for me; I frustrated, and yes they gave me comfort and encouragement, with me out of confusion, re-take heart; I was sick, and they worked very hard day and night waiting in my bed, delivery of water could be given medicines being, with their care get rid of the disease, let me grow up a healthy ......
Some memories have been blurred, and some memories are like imprinted generally carved in my heart, all the way give me a warm, accompanied me grow. I clearly remember that 7 years old, because of pesticide poisoning and the whole body edema, Mom and Dad do not know how I was going on, anxious to take me to the village health clinic to see the doctor, remember that the doctor is just a very lazy to read I have one, and then took a lot of medicine to go home to eat. I can not remember how he said I had just finished Yao Chi, remember that a bunch of my illness have not seen better. Evening, in the dark I heard my mother sobbing to say: This is how the girl in the end, and, hey gnaw on in such a way it? Dad just said: Tomorrow a big hurry to take her to the hospital in town to see, do not really pulled out what went wrong, and then we would be too sorry this girl has. At that time is not old enough touched, but in their Tan Huasheng in slowly fell asleep. The father during the day to labor, my mother had to bring their own point of view I went to the town doctor, from the house to the town on foot to more than an hour, my mother carrying me on so laborious, a step by step walk toward the hospital. Until found I just keep piling up at home pesticide Xunde minor poisoning, eat medicine would be good, nothing is all right, stretch before her mother locked the brows of some, Dad, after learning that all the long sigh , touched my head, smiling.
My childhood home is like an angel, always feel the owner's favor, although not much new clothes to wear, there are not many nice toys to play, but I lofty than the children of someone's home, than they are proud, because I though of Health To Nver Shen, rosy and boys at home, like attention. The countryside at that time, patriarchal thinking quite seriously, but mom and dad are very open-minded because I was a girl, lightweight look at me. There are many village and my girls the same age are read-only finished junior high school drop out, and most of all go out to work, and good to the family earn a source of income. I, however, with other boys the same age to go to school on the school, and learn what other people like myself what to learn, and never less than others. Finished junior high school in high school, in high school when the parents have been encouraging me to study well, if admitted, no matter what methods are to let me go to college. Later, I really was admitted to a university, the four get together Mom and Dad happy fees. Received notice of the day, the expression of joy on their faces I would never forget.
However, those of us who do have children but never so naive, grow up, wings hard, and one by one on the flight. Always wanted to escape that poverty in the mountains, with a total out of colorful neon aspire to, so forget the kindness of parents in the back of the head, stubborn left their arms. Highlights of the outside world to attract the sinking, Random Hearts, so reluctant to part with the eyes of their parents no longer see the feelings do not feel that they and their children when partingPain。
With good expectations for the future and I, like all pioneers, in their native place to the struggle, of toil all day long I do not have time to run around making thoughts, forgetting that in the distant mountains, there is a round the clock to miss for the elderly Flying Swallow them to far-flung. Finally one day, by chance heard the sound of someone's home where singing that song "a letter": Dear Mom and Dad, you okay? Work is now very busy, right? The body right? Is it so gently singing, let me tears. Yes ah, my dear father and mother, you all right? That Yisha, really feel that they are lack of filial piety, for their own dream, so selfish, left home, leaving her parents endless
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