My mother was admitted to the hospital because of acute enteritis. Before she was hospitalized, she urged me, "Ruth, your father came back from a business trip tonight. He said he wanted to eat jiaozi. I made it myself. Now it seems impossible. You go to the supermarket to buy some quick-frozen jiaozi and cook it for him. Remember, don't tell him about my hospitalization until he has finished eating. "

But my father didn't listen to my lies, let alone eat jiaozi. Instead, he rushed to the hospital overnight to take care of his mother.

The next morning, I bought a bunch of my mother's favorite jasmine flowers and went to the hospital. I pushed the door open. Everything in front of me made me feel particularly warm: my father fell asleep in the chair beside the hospital bed. He grabbed the handle of the chair with one hand and his mother's hand with the other; Mother fell asleep in bed, with a faint smile on her mouth, just like the jasmine in my hand, how beautiful it is!

Maybe my voice alarmed my father, and he woke up: "Yingying, there you are, your mother. She didn't want to disturb me at night, so I thought of a good way to hold her hand and sleep. I can wake up as long as she moves! "

There are no brave words, but a few simple and plain words touched me very much.

Dad went out, and I put the flowers in the vase. The flowers give off a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.

"Yingying, come and help me beat my waist. It's so sour!" Mom woke up.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"Alas, I was afraid to wake your father at night, so I didn't dare to move all night."

The same simple words, tears have blurred my vision. Look up at the bunch of jasmine flowers again, which looks even more beautiful in the breeze. The night sky is mysterious because it is dotted with stars; The reason why wine is attractive is that it has gone through the brewing of time; Life is beautiful because of the precipitation of love.