However, in recent years, we have been seeing news reports from newspapers and TV that parents resort to law for child abuse. And "he (she) regardless of parents, I also have the right to ignore!" These words, spoken from a child's mouth, sound really chilling! Bill, the richest man in the world; In an interview with reporters, Gates once said: "The most unbearable thing in the world is to honor your parents."
There are also some young people who think that giving their parents food, clothing, housing and transportation, or sending a few dollars home every month is filial piety. In fact, this is not necessarily filial piety. The most important thing is to be likable, speak softly and smile. Now some young parents always smile when they pick up their children: "My good baby!" " However, they treat their parents with a different face, even a stern expression. Generally speaking, parents don't have high requirements for their children, and they don't have to be delicious. You put rice, noodles or some side dishes on the table and shout, "Mom and Dad, it's time to eat! "Parents also taste delicious. On the contrary, if you serve big fish, big meat and delicacies on the table without saying a word, even if they are delicious, parents will not enjoy them.
There is an old saying in China: "A tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. My son wants to raise and doesn't want to kiss. " It means: the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind keeps blowing and it can't be quiet; Children want to honor their parents, but their parents are dying and can't wait. Parents are unfilial at home. What's the use of regretting when they die? Therefore, we should honor our parents now, otherwise it will be too late. Filial piety starts from small things, starts from dribs and drabs, and starts from serving tea and water to parents!
Old people are very common in our lives, basically suffering! So, you say, what should we do for the rest of the elderly? Today, my grandmother was overjoyed to see me being so filial!
Yes, at noon today, we were having lunch with relish. I did two things for grandma to make her happy!
Grandma usually sleeps at noon every day and has a sweet dream! Today, she fell asleep again!
And I want to do two things to make my grandmother happy, so I take the mop to the faucet and wash it with clear water. Then, I stretched out my endless arms and came to the living room, shouting, "Come on! I believe you can mop the floor very clean and make it look brand new! " So, I began to pull up vigorously. But it didn't take long for me to get impatient, dragging from east to west, taking a break for a while, for a while ... for a while! At this time, my sister came up to me and said, "Be serious, don't give up halfway, or you will lose your sweetness!" " ! "After hearing what my sister said, I don't know what's wrong. The fatigue I just mopped the floor has flown to the outside world! I began to work hard again, scanning every corner and mopping it clean. Compared with before, it is really a brand-new feeling!
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Today is the 70th birthday of the old man. Every birthday, the old man will always answer his daughter's phone here and listen to her sweetly say, "Happy birthday, mom!" " "-at that time, my daughter went to college. The old man has a smile on his face. Maybe she is remembering the time she spent with her daughter. My daughter was so innocent and lovely when I was a child. She sat on the old man and saw his white hair. She said, "Mom, you have to wait for me to grow old together!" " "The old man was very happy and kissed her little face-tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.
Now, my daughter graduated from college and works in a big city. When she went out, she said, "Mom, I'll pick you up soon." The old man smiled with tears in his eyes and sent her to the car. Every day she looks at the door. My daughter will come back soon, and I think so every day. During the Chinese New Year, the old man looked at the intersection and finally swallowed the cold and rich New Year's Eve dinner.
The old man stood up, picked up the receiver and listened! The line is not faulty! She hung up the phone trembling, slowly retreated to her seat and looked at the sun overhead. It's cloudy and I can't come out because it's covered by clouds. It won't be too hot in this weather.
The old man stood up again and listened. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, but she went home with a smile. The sun was pinned helplessly below the horizon.
The old man touched his mobile phone, left and went home! The old man hobbled along in disappointment. In the wind, her body is like a tree without leaves. The strong wind messed up her silver hair, and she walked slowly without looking back, letting the fallen leaves flying around behind her fly-
Have you said enough? I still have a lot of homework to do. I stood up, ran over and shook her pudgy body hard. I was very angry. But in fact, I just stood there all the time, doing nothing, and everything was just in my mind.
The grandmother of the little match girl once told her that "when a star crosses the silent night, it means the death of a life".
Suddenly, he appeared in my mind, and there was such a scene, and his eyes were all in my mind. Is it begging? No, not. Is it prayer? No, it's not. Or pray? No, neither. I don't know whether the stars really fell on that day in Na Yue that year. Yes, it was another Christmas Eve. All I know is that at that moment, my withered hands were put down, my clumsy lips stopped wriggling, and my dull eyes disappeared. He, my grandfather, my dear grandfather passed away forever.
The body that no longer exists, the memory left behind, is his grandmother who has been attached.
Grandma, who lost her wife and spiritual support, finally became dull and always spoke nervously every day.
Over time, I can't stand it. I cried, I complained, and I was angry, so I almost shouted just now. But rational I soon calmed down. I seem to know something.
What is this? I can't explain the details myself.
I just keep telling myself that with my grandmother, I have what I am today.
I just used very standard Chinese, full of feelings, but called "grandma" lightly, and I tried to repeat it. My heart is much calmer.
I sat down, leaned against her and looked at her. I haven't done this for a long time. It seems to be the first time since grandpa died, and it is also the first time that I have been so close to her. White hair, deep wrinkles, slightly moist eyes and corners of the mouth. This is my grandmother who used to run around with me, teach me by hand, help me move forward and instill manna in me! I ...
"Grandma, it's time for lunch," I shouted. Once again, she was indifferent, or "mumbling". I walked over gently, helped her up, sat down at the table and tied her pockets. I picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of cooked rice. I was afraid it would burn, so I blew it gently. A spoonful of rice, a little food, a bite, just like she used to feed me.
After dinner, I bent down to pick up the rice she dropped, just like she bent down before. She is a clean person, so I poured water. After the heat and cold were even, I put down the towel, picked it up, wrung it out and gently wiped her face. My series of movements are so familiar and deja vu to me.