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Ten poems that must be read in life
One person,
The hardest backstage,
Someone loves it.
This is wedding candy. It's from Quan Min, Henan Province, and a mother has just attended a wedding banquet for relatives and friends. When mother came home, she met her daughter sitting in the yard basking in the sun, so she took the sugar out of her pocket and handed it to her daughter.
This scene is very similar. When we were young, we sat on the threshold, eagerly waiting for our mother to come back and give us a "bag" (slang for bringing a gift).
The difference is that in the video, the mother who brings candy to her daughter is 107 years old. Her daughter, also 84 years old.
Similarly, this 107-year-old mother has always remembered that she has a daughter who loves to eat. And the 84-year-old daughter, when she took the candy from her mother, was so beautiful and her face was full of joy.
In these two days, the mother and daughter warmed 230 million netizens and triggered 45,000 discussions.
Mother brings sugar, daughter brings sugar.
No matter how old you are, your parents will always be children. The children are here, and no matter where their parents go, they don't forget to bring gifts.
May you/kloc-remember to bring candy to your children when you are 0/07 years old; May your mother still love you when you are 84 years old.
There is a satisfaction in this world, that is, an 84-year-old daughter is spoiled as a wrinkled princess by her mother 107.
This is a basket of oranges. They are big and golden in color. They were lying in an old bamboo basket, which was placed in the railway station square, next to a nylon bag filled with cotton wool.
Beside the bamboo basket and nylon bag, my father squatted on the ground and smoked against the railing. People came and went, and he took a day and a night train from his hometown in Chengdu, Sichuan to visit his long-married daughter in Taiyuan, Shanxi.
His daughter has been married for 20 years, and this is the second time he has visited her, bringing cotton from his field and oranges from his orchard.
Someone asked him, with so many people and so far away, can he take so many things? He said categorically that he could recite it.
Because my daughter who has been away from home for many years loves to eat oranges.
"Don't move in your husband's house. I brought oranges to see you. "
This video shot by a photographer reminds people of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back" and touches many wanderers and daughters who have married far away.
Dad, after all these years, you have never forgotten what my favorite food is.
Thank you for coming to see me with the taste of hometown. My long-married daughter is sure to have a good life.
Only in this way can you live up to your bumpy journey.
This is a bowl of noodles, dark green sesame leaves, slender handmade noodles, delicious soup, sprinkled with onions and ginger, which tastes sticky.
When I was a child, my mother used to make sesame leaves like this for my daughter. While cooking, she said, "Your grandmother is good at this."
In order to follow her father who joined the army, her mother married from the north to the south. Southerners love rice, but their mothers like noodles, especially sesame leaves.
Influenced by her mother, her daughter also likes noodles, and fell in love with a boy who also likes noodles in college, and followed him to a cold northern town.
My daughter vomited so badly when she was pregnant that she couldn't eat anything. Mom called and casually said, "I can't eat anything." I really want to eat your sesame leaves. "
Two days later, when she came back from work, she opened the door and saw her mother busy in the kitchen with a pot of sesame leaves in it.
It turned out that after receiving her call, my mother took the train for more than 20 hours to see her. After getting off the bus, she went to the farmer's market without a rest, selected good sesame leaves and dried vegetables, made noodles with flour and waited for her to come back from work.
Mom, thank you for coming all the way to cook my favorite food.
For love and dreams, I choose to wander far away again and again, and you have been standing where I need to turn around.
From now on, every bowl of noodles will remind me of my hometown.
This is a cotton-padded coat. Bright colors, fine stitches, thick cotton in strong fabrics. My son grew up wearing this kind of cotton-padded clothes made by his mother.
It's just that I was poor at that time, and my mother sewed and mended, and a cotton-padded coat could last for several years.
Later, my son went to school, got married and had children of his own. However, times have changed, and now children's clothes are beautiful and expensive brand goods in specialty stores.
One winter, the child got sick with a cold, and his mother just called. He said casually, "The child has a cold. Mom, when I was a child, the kind of cotton-padded clothes you made for me were warm. "
A week later, he received a package from his mother. There are several sets of hand-made cotton-padded jackets, trousers and shoes in the package, with different sizes and colors.
He was holding a cotton-padded coat, and his tears fell: his mother had a serious eye disease, her left eye was almost blind, and her right eye vision was also declining.
He can't imagine how his mother made such ten cotton-padded clothes.
"This kind of clothes can also be bought in shops." On the phone, he lovingly blamed his mother. "Just do one thing and do so much."
"I am just worried that my right eye will be invisible after two years, and I can't do it for my children, so I will make several sets of bigger ones."
Mother explained carefully.
Mom, you have eye disease, sew cotton-padded clothes for my child.
Time will make you old, distance will separate us, but your compassion and gentleness will be passed down from generation to generation.
The fine stitches on the cotton-padded clothes are poems left by maternal love.
This is a watermelon with black pattern, thin green skin and red flesh. It tastes very sweet.
When I was a child, when the watermelon was ripe, my father would pick a watermelon from Gua Tian every day, put it in a net bag and hang it in a well next to the yard, or freeze it with a can of cold water until his daughter came back from school to dig up half of it and eat it.
Later, my daughter went to school in different places, took root in other places, and went home less and less.
Every summer, she also buys watermelons for her children. Seeing the tanned and wrinkled melon farmers on the roadside melon stalls, she will think of her father who has planted melons all his life and buy more if she can.
Because of her busy work and small children, she went back to her hometown less and less in those two years. One summer, my father came to see her, traveled a long way, backed up many times, and even brought two big watermelons from his own field intact.
Eating the sweet and sandy watermelon brought by her father, tears rolled down her eyes.
Dad, from my hometown to other places, I have to climb several mountains and wear several cities.
I can't imagine how you protected these two melons along the way, just like you protected the doll that you raised and flew away.
The sweetest concern in the world is the watermelon planted and delivered by my father.
This is a short message, which reads as follows:
"Son, is it snowing there? It snowed in our house today. "
My son, who is eating in the school cafeteria, is a little surprised to see this message: Dad never sends messages? !
Parents have fallen in love with calling their son since his son was admitted to college. My son is busy studying and won't always receive it. Sometimes when I go back to the dormitory, I see that it is very late and I am too lazy to go back.
Anyway, there is nothing important at home. Every time my parents call, they are always the same: "What did you eat? What did you do? Do you have enough money?"
Once when I came home, my father blamed him for not returning my calls. He said casually, "Now everything is WeChat news. Who will call? "
He just said it casually, and his father remembered it.
But the keyboard on my father's old mobile phone was blurred, so he went to town and spent 200 yuan to buy a new mobile phone. He spends most of his time at home, learning how to write strokes, punctuation and tune. He was as serious as a pupil and finally learned it.
The first message was sent to him by his father.
The father learned to send text messages, and the son learned to call his father.
Dad, I can't bear to delete the message you sent me. It contains the password of love.
This is a thick stack of 200 thousand, packed in a cloth bag. When the mother took out the money and put it on the table, the son thought he was blind.
He asked his mother where he got the money. Mother said categorically that she had sold the old house-the small house was left to her by her grandparents, and her mother had promised not to sell it anyway.
Some time ago, he had a quarrel with his wife because of the down payment on buying a house. His wife accused him of being married for five years and having children for two years, but he still couldn't give them a home in the big city.
"Mom laid off for many years, the body is not good. I can't reach for it. " He argued feebly.
As soon as the voice fell, I looked back, and the mother who had been coaxing the child in another room did not know when she had stood behind her.
A few days later, my mother insisted on going back to her hometown. When I came back, I brought this 200 thousand.
I thought I could shelter my mother from the wind and rain when I grew up; Unexpectedly, after giving birth to the child, I had to ask my mother to sell the house for him.
You always give me so much love that I feel guilty and don't know what to say.
Mom, let me take good care of you all my life.
This is a table of braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, mapo tofu, braised eggplant, and rice balls and pancakes made by his mother.
A few days before the holiday, his mother asked him when he would come back. He said that he had just accepted a new project, and the partner was a well-known enterprise. If he can do it well this time, the company will get better gradually in the future, and he may not be able to go back during the holiday.
On the first day of the holiday, he worked overtime until late at night. When I got back to my apartment, I saw two people squatting at the door. Take a closer look, it turned out to be mom and dad.
In order not to distract him, his parents came to see him quietly by car, which brought him all kinds of hometown flavor. When I arrived, I was afraid that it would affect his work and even dared not call.
Say good, you raise me to grow up, I will grow old with you. Now, you are old, and I have been living a bad life.
But, mom and dad, in your love, I will be stronger than yesterday.
With you as the backstage, I'm not afraid of failure anymore.
This is a bag of moon cakes. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father in Chongqing heard that his two sons, who were firefighters in Beijing, could not go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday and went to Beijing by train alone to reunite with their children.
When I got off at Beijing West Railway Station, I didn't bring my mobile phone and didn't inform my son's father. I suddenly lost my way because of intermittent Alzheimer's disease in a strange environment.
12 days, he didn't know what he had experienced and remembered, and finally found the door of the fire brigade where his two sons were based on vague memory.
After the old man was found, he was dirty, cold and hungry, but he was still clutching a plastic bag tightly, and no one would leave-
That's the moon cake he brought to his two sons from his hometown.
From Chongqing to Beijing, the distance is over 1900 km.
Lost 12 days, my father has already forgotten himself. But he didn't forget the purpose of this trip.
That plastic bag is not filled with moon cakes, but with memories of love.
10 This is the first of my two circle of friends. I pushed open the door at home yesterday and almost thought I had strayed into the vegetable market: there were fruits and vegetables on the floor and table in the living room.
Carrots, white radishes, tomatoes and big sweet potatoes all carry fresh mud, which will overflow when bagged. Apples, pears, walnuts and grapefruit all have strong smells, and their heads pop out of the box.
I came home this weekend and casually said a word. When I am busy, I don't even have time to buy food. After listening, my parents-in-law ran to the fruit and vegetable market, bought bags after bags and sent them to us box after box.
The second one is the old cotton shoes my mother made for me and my children.
My mother knows that I always sit in front of the computer and write, and my blood circulation is not good. My legs and feet are cold in winter, so every year when it is cold, she makes old cotton shoes for me.
The upper is wool, the cotton is newly harvested this year, and a thick insole is sewn inside the shoe.
My mother is almost 70 years old, and it is very tiring to make these cotton shoes. Whenever I tell her not to do such manual labor, she stomps her feet and rolls her eyes:
"I don't look good? ! Still don't want to wear it? ! "
I had to surrender quickly: "it's warm and beautiful, and everyone likes it." If you want to do it, I'm happy to wear it. "
My two circle of friends received more than 300 praises yesterday. Many people think of their parents, as well as their mothers' branded food and cotton-padded clothes.
Among them, a friend left a message like this:
It's cold, love is there, and food and clothing are safe.
Those who are loved by their parents have a hard time backstage. Because of love, they are not afraid to travel all over the world.
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Love is the most difficult backstage for a person.
Parents' love is our backstage.
Our love will eventually be in front of our parents.
Our love is the backstage of children.
Love for children will eventually lead to the belief of starting a family.
This is the affection of love, the power of love.