Gossip life is an accident, and I look for cause and effect in it.

In the dead of night, I can finally write a story about what I have seen and heard these days without freezing my hands. I feel sleepy, do what I like, and suddenly feel energetic. Except for the first story, all the following stories happened on the same day.

1. On the first day, I went back to listen to the story told by my uncle. It was an accident: three boys in their twenties drove home after drinking in the middle of the night and collided with a truck. The car was hit by a telephone pole and caught fire. The driver and the car were burned beyond recognition, and the child in the back seat was fine. The co-pilot was injured and the house was burned down.

Uncle: Several children are only in their twenties. They are young and frivolous. They drunk and drove, and the house burned down innocently.

Mom: The child died, which made parents sad. ...

Me: I don't care if I drink and drive.

Sister-in-law: Parents are responsible for children becoming like that. How can parents educate their children like that? ...

Aunt: Really, very young.

The rest were all under the stage, and they basically did not participate in expressing their opinions. (Don't judge this heartbreaking accident here) Listen to your opinions, and you will find that your values and outlook on life are very interesting. Just as everyone is limited by this skin, everyone is limited by his own consciousness. Only by learning to break the shackles of consciousness can we travel in a wider world.

2. Back when I was a child, I came out of the village in the car on the street. My mother said that when people are old, they will eventually return to their roots.

I said: I have always felt that I have no roots.

Mom: Your two sons will definitely put your old grave in the place where their surnames are.

Me: Are you my real mother? I am so young and alive, let's talk about the old grave! Are you your own mother or not? ...

We have long known mom's understanding and way of speaking, and there is another joke in our family.

Let's talk about this root and grave again. When I say root, I mean the destination of the heart. In recent years, I often feel like a wandering soul wandering around the world, I don't know where I will stay in the future, and I haven't found the place I want to stay, because the goal of life is to wander. Although occasionally sad because there is no root, most of them are free.

My mother's time was traditional. Although my married daughter poured water on me and she loved me, I never felt a sense of belonging with her. This is what I always want, and I often feel sad, but I don't blame my mother. She is also a victim of traditional thinking.

As for the grave after death, it doesn't matter. Be sure to cremate it and scatter it casually, as long as it is not eaten by insects buried in the soil, because turning off the lights at night when I am depressed is like being eaten by insects, and I have a shadow area in my heart.

My sister specially took another day off, just to reunite with us. My aunt will go back to the county seat at three o'clock. I told my sister not to go back, and I would go to my brother-in-law's house for dinner in the evening. Mom said: Who said that! Shopping costs money, and there is no car at night. How nice it is to have menstruation as a companion now! I said, I'm going shopping. If there is no car to take them to my brother after dinner, I will come back early tomorrow morning. My mother scolded me again, and my sister didn't want to go back, but she was very good since she was a child and listened to adults.

I don't want my sister to go back, so it's rare for the family to be together. When I came back at night, I asked my mother why she had to let my sister go. My mom says I don't think about things. It's not safe for her to go alone, and it will cost money. In case there is no car at night. ...

I repeat resentfully: it's only a half-hour drive. We are adults. Why do we have to be accompanied? I'll go shopping and take her home at night. ...

Mom said: just consider yourself!

I said: Do you know what love is?

After all, my mother is a little biased. I am very unhappy and think you are a miser.

Contrary to my sister, I have been a bad boy since I was a child. I am disobedient and like to contradict my mother. This time, I didn't resist the rebuttal. This time, mom was not angry. In this family, I am the only one who is not controlled by my mother. My sister is obedient, but my brother will incur my mother's anger, and my father will make it worse. I made my mother love and hate.

Get together once or twice a year, why not stay because of money, even if you live to 100, how many times can you get together in your life? In front of the truth, money is nothing!

Later, I told my brother about it, and he thought the same thing. Mom seems to regret letting her sister go. Regret is the most useless thing in the world.

4. Having dinner at noon, I found that my little brother secretly took several dishes for my aunt. Once, my uncle said, I'm afraid you are not enough. Uncle should be an excuse for being too embarrassed and too concerned. Such a small table can be reached by children. Love has been fully expressed in this subtle move.

The little brother is the youngest of six brothers and sisters, and he has never suffered since he was a child. Aunt goes out to work during the day, uncle looks after the shop at home, and occasionally helps people repair home appliances, but it is always easier than aunt. I have been thinking about their age, why men work hard at home and women work hard outside, and why aunts complain so much. There is no feeling of vicissitudes on their faces these years.

This meal, I understand everything. He loves her and she knows that he loves him. Love is enough to smooth the vicissitudes of life! I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. How lucky!

In the evening, Xiao Niang told a story, which was also an accident. It should be from our village The man just finished drinking at noon and is going to play cards in the afternoon. He asked the woman to pour water. Because the woman wants to buy food and cook, she doesn't want to pour. She had to help him buy food. The man reluctantly went, and when he got home, he put down his meal and played cards. The man had high blood pressure and fell dead in the middle of the fight. So goodbye, the woman blamed herself, saying that if she didn't play cards, she would have died long ago and didn't even pour water for the man. What a pity.

Tomorrow or an accident never knows which will come first. Everyone knows the truth, but they do very little, poor man. Living is luck, and every day is a gift, so be grateful.

"Things change, disasters will always happen, and can't be stopped. Only by relaxing the mind, there are too many causal cycles, and only by sharing sadness and happiness, we have spent a whole day of fear, sadness and hesitation, but we still can't overcome it ... "

The trivial details of chicken feathers are the truest feelings and the truest appearance in the world! Ordinary world, real world. In the nuances, insight into life, insight into human nature, causal cycle, there are always traces to follow.

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