when I was a child, life at home was very hard. My home is in the countryside, and the burden on my parents should be said to be very heavy. At that time, the year was very bad and the weather was always dry; In addition, the four of us are less than two years apart: we have to eat, wear and grow up all day. Can eat! In the hard times when there is no oil and water, although people are sallow and emaciated, their stomachs are particularly edible, and a child can eat several bowls at a meal. And parents who have just earned a living from a little work are often exhausted and miserable. Therefore, the family always lets us have four brothers and sisters, which makes us overspend every year. How difficult it is! In the eyes of parents, the days are more hopeful and more sad every year. I hope that we will grow up quickly, but I worry that money really doesn't know where it comes from. It's not. After the four of us went to school at the same time, our father, who was already very difficult, frowned almost all day for our book expenses, worrying and heartbroken. Although the cost of books is only three or two yuan per person, for my father, whose salary is only 2 cents a day, the cost of books of ten yuan is undoubtedly an astronomical figure, not to mention two issues a year? Heartache! Strong and strong, my dear father, this is how he has been exhausted for years.
in my impression, my mother is also very hard. Red and swollen hands are busy outside during the day, and many nights in 365 days a year can't stop. No, under the dim kerosene lamp, my mother has to sew and change clothes, and she has to make thousand-layer shoes for six people in the whole family. In this way, mother's figure, almost most of the night is accompanied by kerosene lamps.
really! It goes without saying that the clothes we wore in those days were patched and patched. Because, no matter how old and worn the clothes are, the cloth can never be wasted. At that time, my mother arranged it like this: if the boss can't wear it, he will wear it for the second child, and if the second child can't wear it, he will let the third child wear it. Until the clothes can't be changed, then choose a sunny day. Remove a door panel and put it in the sun, boil a pot of rice soup, and dip all the tattered cloth in the rice soup. Then, the mother's hands were attached to the door panel in small pieces and dried as a whole. After drying and tearing, it becomes what the country calls Melaleuca. So, my mother used Melaleuca to make cloth shoes for our family to wear on their feet. Up to now, a whole few decades have passed, and my mind still shows the deep trench marks that my mother's hands cracked when she took her shoes in winter. Recalling the bitter past, recalling my father who has worked hard all his life and is already dead; Look at my mother who is almost eighty years old; Their efforts at that time finally made me understand the profound meaning of the sentence "Poor inherit the wind" after I got married.
yes! Everyone should grow up and be parents, which is the law of human reproduction and survival. However, as a parent, you have to deal with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all day, and you have to climb high and low with the world every day. Let's look at the present society: in the face of the huge expenses of children growing up, in the face of a little minor illness, the hospital can prescribe the medicine fee like a fable, and in the face of a small dish market, it can buy several yuan of farce; How can people not be exhausted? Money is getting harder to earn and consumption is increasing day by day. At the age of no doubt, I finally understand how difficult it is to be a father: how vulnerable it is to face the reality? Compared with my childhood thinking, I blame my parents when I was growing up. Think about it? It's ridiculous, naive and ridiculous.
I can't say that I am a good son and a good husband. Because, after all, I have accomplished nothing in my forties and remain uncorrupted. However, I can proudly say loudly: I am definitely a good father who is one in a hundred, or even one in a million.
I still remember that when I came home as a soldier, I chose my favorite wife without the help of my introducer. So, we had our favorite first daughter. Just when my eldest daughter is two years old and still likes to cry and let me hold her and shake her, my young wife is pregnant again. After ten months of pregnancy, my wife finally gave birth to our second daughter. The second child is also a daughter? In the countryside, this is a terrible situation: influenced by the feudal ideology of the world, my wife said that she must give birth to a boy who can carry the burden of ancestral reception: lest we be old and have no one to bear it in the future. The idea is understandable, but the question is: if you want to have a boy? Then we are faced with the tragedy that our second child or the third and fourth children born later will be given to others for adoption. Can I agree? You know, a newborn child sends someone away? It is very sad: the girl born is wrapped in cloth from head to toe, and then she is secretly sent away and left at the gate of someone else's house: it is as miserable as it is. People with good intentions can still be adopted or sent to an orphanage. If they are not good, they may even lose their lives. Bullshit? I don't care if my daughter is a daughter, I don't care if I preach, okay? All I know is how can my own flesh and blood be sent to other people's homes? I only know that my daughter is my baby and my heart! My parents' openness and my insistence forced my wife to have a vasectomy.
it's really interesting to say that a pair of daughters separated by two years seem not to be born to the same mother at all. No, the eldest daughter has been particularly fond of shouting and crying since she was born. That earth-shattering cry can always last for hours. So that when her loud voice rang, her grandparents had to put their hands over their ears to avoid it, and I had to hold her and wander around. Besides, the eldest daughter has another serious problem: she must sleep in the cradle when she sleeps. After sleeping in the cradle, she had to be shaken by hand. Shake me if you want. It's hard to say. Right! But what makes me laugh and cry most is that while my hand keeps shaking, I even want my mouth to keep singing children's songs. Only in this way can she sleep peacefully. Nonsense, she will never stop until she sings for three or two hours. And my second daughter? That's the complete opposite: never cry and never make trouble, as long as you have food. Strange to say, the second child came into this world, as if sleeping was the most beautiful thing for her. No, people often fall asleep while eating. So that when I fell asleep, I still had something in my mouth that I was already eating.
In the words of a pair of daughters, my wife and I feel extremely happy and gratified despite the complicated things. Watching a pair of beautiful daughters grow up under our careful care, we are sincerely happy and proud. In fact, to be honest, my wife is much stricter than me with my daughter. When I was a child, my daughter accidentally broke something, or did something other small' disaster'. My wife always yelled at her, and even scolded her daughter's academic performance when it was serious, so we never had to worry about it. And I always protect my daughter and say to my wife, "what are you fighting for?" The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come. They didn't mean it? " That a reasonable daughter always sings the song "Only Dad is good in the world" in tears in front of her mother.
indeed, for me, my daughters have grown up and gone to college since childhood: I have never said anything that makes them ugly, let alone beat and scold them. I still remember that at that time, because of the poor family in the countryside, there was no extra money to buy toys at home. As a result, my back will always be the best and most ideal sports toy for my daughters: at night, after dinner, they both shouted loudly,' Dad has made a horse'. How about? That is, I took the flute and played the nursery rhymes that I taught them both to sing. I still remember that my daughters in high school and junior high school were clamoring for me to tell them how to write a good pen, and we wrote, watched and evaluated the crazy scene together. So much so that their mothers called our father and daughter three big' lunatics' and led small' lunatics' in poverty. So much so that the words they wrote made many boys sigh with anger.
As the two daughters grow up, their personalities are completely different. The eldest daughter is beautiful and sensible, with good academic performance and a special mouth. She is a good material for business. But the personality is too strong, and everything has to be done by yourself. Otherwise, people who hide in the toilet for a long time will not come out to eat. I was so angry that I said all the good things in a hurry until I made her happy. Also, my eldest daughter, who is now a senior and has passed CET-6, gave up taking the exam when she clearly said that she would rely on graduate students this year. What about going to work early to reduce the burden on the family? Say that the girl's diploma is too high to get married in the future? Nonsense, I know this is my daughter's perfunctory: she has never liked the accounting major I want her to study. Because of this, I was so angry that I was proud of her that I didn't eat a full meal for several days, and I lost several pounds of meat. If my daughter doesn't take the postgraduate entrance examination, she won't take the exam. Isn't the seventy-second line a champion? Therefore, as a father, I can only find a better work unit for her. Who knows: I have asked someone to find a good work unit for her, but she can't say it, and even said to my face that she doesn't love' 1 thousand yuan a month'? I have to do my favorite major: what foreign trade bureau to deal with foreign businessmen. So that the person who was entrusted to visit her in Changsha from Beijing came back in vain. Is it really irritating? Well, now that my daughter is old and has her own thinking ability, I can only ask my friends to find this relationship again: things finally have eyebrows again.
The second daughter majored in singing. It's natural to say that people are beautiful and have beautiful voices. However, academic performance has always been only moderate since high school. But I still entered the university smoothly. The second daughter has been heavily dependent since she was a child, and everything is based on what the boss said. Even now she is in college, she still says "I listen to her sister".
Nowadays, a pair of daughters who go to college are putting a lot of pressure on us, and the annual cost is more than 45, yuan. However, the daughter's promise is the parents' promise, the daughter's growth is the parents' responsibility, and the parents' hard work all their lives is to exchange their children's happiness. Therefore, we parents have to bite our teeth and cut down on unnecessary expenses.
yes! Parents always have to pay and never expect to return. This is the eternal truth and true love in the world. Whether we are children or parents, I hope we can always remember the classic saying:' Poor inherit the wind'.