ʹַ .hg622.com

American Journal
Original beauty
Classic beauty
Emotional beauty
American essay
Weblog
Mood log
Sad log
Emotion log
Article story
Classic articles
Philosophy of life
Motivational Articles
Sad article
touching stories
Mood story
Emotional story
love story
Prose Poetry
Classic prose
Lyrical prose
Love prose
Prose essay
Modern poetry
Classic poetry
Hymns
Appreciation of Poetry
short novel
Classic micro theory
Sadness
Love is tiny
Touching little
Romantic love
Tammy Fan
light novel

Tears of tears

Time: 2015-05-08 source: reproduced edit: silently read: times

I was actually my wife's uncle.

My uncle went to heaven more than twenty years ago. Now my wife's concubine is as sweet and lovely as my concubine! Look at the little feet walking trembling slightly, wrinkled into a walnut-like mouth to speak softly and long, full of silver hair is a witness to 80 The ups and downs of the year.

I like my wife very much, so I like it too. Maybe this is Aiwu and Wuwu! In fact, I know that I like us because that we are a good listener. When I talk about the past years, it ’s endless, Sound and color, sometimes a few teardrops babbling. At that time we would tease 姥姥: 姥姥, don't cry any more, otherwise we will cry! 姥姥 At this time, 姥姥 always smiles and pats our hands or shoulders: "You joke 姥姥?" So we laugh In a ball, the puppet's remarks ended.

Your past is also a day of suffering. Not to mention the hardships of life, but the problems of the children are enough to exhaust the exhaustion. In those days, the feudal traditional concepts of "no filial piety has three, and no future is great" and "raising children to prevent old age and accumulate grains to prevent hunger" enveloped the whole society, especially the countryside, which was even more ingrained. For the "unbelieving belly", giving birth to a girl, giving birth to a girl. The pressure of the clan and family made it difficult for me to look up! Looking at the crying girl in a room, I have the heart to die. But I have to work up my housework and sweat the farmland every day, so busy inside and out. Looks like a strong puppet, in fact, bleeding inside. Maybe it's true that God has eyes. The eighth child born is finally a "handle". That is the only wife of his wife, who was forty years old that year. The whole family was so happy that the smile on his face finally appeared for the first time. Even though life is hard, the spirit of Xun rejuvenated instantly --- "I have a son!"

Life is getting better by the birth of the uncle. In particular, Hao Hao has advanced and has excellent grades. After graduating from high school, she was successfully admitted to college. This is a great joy in that remote mountain village. My mother was a child, and my uncle became a talker after dinner. Later, I joined the work and got married and had a good life. I lived a blessed life, and I went into the city and lived in the building with me. This is my dream life!

When I was seventy, I moved to Xiamen with my aunt because of work. From north to south, the real turning point. I followed Xiamen to Xiamen, but due to the unsuitable climate and language barriers, I returned to this desolate and barren northwestern town and lived with my aunt. At that time, I always told us the beauty and richness of Xiamen, and showed great pride and glory to my family living in Xiamen.

Now I have been to Xiamen for ten years. I turned from a 70-year-old into a full-fledged old lady. First, the teeth were lost, and then the eyes were blurred. The aunt said, "Mom is always crying now." Although the aunts took turns to visit her, and I called almost every two days, but I was still very Lost and hurt, never going to the hospital to chat with other grandma, staying at home all day unhappy, sighing and secretly crying.

On the weekend, my wife and I went to see the uncle. I'm glad to see us here. "I want to call you early, but I'm afraid of disturbing you. I didn't expect you to come today, so good!" Said Xi. I saw tears in my eyes. She actually knew that we had traveled to Xiamen a while ago, and also went to She. She just wanted to know the situation in Xiamen She. "Oh, my grandma is all right there, your grandson is in high school, and he is taller! The garden city over there is so beautiful!" His wife said to him first. "Hey, what's the use of beauty? Blessings aren't they enjoying it?" Mi said slowly. "Is that why you don't want to go to Xiamen?" Said his wife. "Yeah, I ca n’t enjoy the blessings of my son. When you walked away from Xiamen, I actually wouldn't let it go. I even cried while holding your lame leg. But you cried and said, 'Mom, You just let me go. You did n’t train me to be a college student, just to make me live better. Now that the opportunity comes, how can I give up? You do n’t let me go, it ’s better than let me go to school. Maybe that ’s the case, I ’m working in the countryside now, and I am by your side every day. But what can I expect? 'My heart is completely soft, I suddenly communicated, and my son ’s life is good. But now, you see, I have a son but live in the daughter's place for a long time. What is it? Seeing my body is worse than the day, maybe I will die some day, but even my son and grandson ca n’t see each other. How can I sleep? At that time, all the bitter days have come. Although I don't worry about eating and wearing, but my heart is empty. "He said, tears streaming down. The wife handed the handkerchief on the bedside, rubbing her eyes hard.

In fact, her whole life was covered by "raising her children to prevent old age", but this is also the reality facing her. Her loneliness and how she left peacefully are the root of her tears.

My tears are actually the tears of many left-behind old people.

    • share to:
      ------ Divider ----------------------------
      Comment
      Please consciously abide by Internet-related policies and regulations. Pornographic, violent, and reactionary statements are strictly prohibited.
      latest comment
      Recently Popular Emotional Logs
        Emotional log navigation