A touching story

A must-read for all children!! Three stories of family love that you will never regret reading.

One day at noon, a woman who picked up rags sent the rags she picked up to the scrap collection center. After selling the station, I rode my tricycle back and passed through a deserted alley when a gangster suddenly jumped out from the corner of the alley. The gangster held a knife in his hand. He held the knife against the woman's chest and fiercely ordered the woman to hand over all the money she had on her. The woman was so frightened that she stood motionless.

The gangster then began to search her body. He found a plastic bag from the woman's pocket, and there was a wad of banknotes wrapped in the plastic bag.

The gangster took the wad of banknotes and turned around and left. At this time, the woman reacted, immediately rushed forward, and grabbed the plastic bag with her hands. The gangster pointed a knife at the woman, threatening to stab her and threatening her to let go. But the woman held the bag containing the money tightly with both hands and refused to let go.

While protecting the bag, the woman desperately called for help. The cry for help alerted the residents in the alley. People heard the sound and rushed over, working together to catch the gangster.

The crowd escorted the gangster and the woman into a nearby police station, where a policeman received them. During interrogation, the gangster confessed to the robbery. The woman stood there shivering, with cold sweat breaking out on her face. The policeman comforted her: "You don't have to be afraid." The woman replied: "It hurts so much. My finger was broken by him." She raised her right hand and people discovered that the index finger of her right hand was limp.

I would rather have my fingers broken off than let go of the money bag, which shows the number and weight of the money bag. The police opened the plastic bag containing the banknotes. Immediately, everyone present was shocked. There was only 8 yuan and 50 cents in the bag, all of which were one-cent and two-cent changes.

For 8 yuan and 50 cents, one has a broken finger and the other becomes a criminal. It is really not worth it. For a moment, the small town was in an uproar.

The police were confused: What force was supporting this woman so that she could not give up this mere 8 yuan and 50 cents despite the severe pain of breaking her finger? He decided to find out. Therefore, after sending the woman to the hospital for treatment, he followed the woman in the hope of finding the answer to the question.

But what is surprising is that not long after the woman walked out of the hospital door, she picked fruits at a fruit stall, and she picked them so seriously. She spent 8 yuan and 50 cents to buy a pear, an apple, an orange, a banana, a section of sugar cane, and a strawberry. She picked one of each fruit on the fruit stall until she spent 8 yuan and 50 cents. Not a penny is left.

The policeman opened his mouth in surprise. Could it be that the 8 yuan and 50 cents saved at the expense of one finger was just to buy some fruit?

The woman carried a bag of fruit and went straight out of the city to the cemetery in the suburbs. The police discovered that the woman had walked to a secluded area where there was a new tomb. The woman stood in front of the new tomb for a long time, with a happy smile on her face. Then she leaned the bag against the tombstone and murmured to herself: "Son, mom is sorry for you. Mom was incompetent and couldn't cure your illness, so you died early when you were just 13 years old. Do you remember? ? When you were leaving, your mother asked you what your biggest wish was. You said: I have never eaten a perfect fruit. It would be great if I could eat a good fruit. I am so ashamed of you. My wish cannot be fulfilled. In order to treat you, my family has no money to buy a piece of fruit. But, my child, as of yesterday, my mother finally paid off all the debts she borrowed for your treatment. For 8 yuan and 50 cents, my son, my mother, can buy fruit. You see, there are oranges, pears, apples, and bananas...all good.

These are all intact fruits that mom bought for you with money. They are not rotten at all. Mom carefully picked them one by one. You can eat them, my child, and you can try them...

Second

People will spend their whole life pursuing fame and fortune in the world, and strive to seek happiness for their partner and children, but how much have they paid for their parents who have devoted their lives to you? This world is always unfair. Why do every parent have to worry about their children until they die, but the children only know how to ask for this and that? May you remember your kindness and give your love!

The daughter-in-law said: "If it is cooked lightly, you think it has no taste. Now, if it is cooked salty, you say you can't swallow it. How are you?" As soon as the mother saw her son coming back, she put the food into her mouth without saying a word. deliver. She glared at him. He took a bite and spit it out immediately. The son said, "Didn't I tell you that mom is sick and shouldn't eat too salty food?" That's good! Mom is yours, you will cook it from now on! "The daughter-in-law went back to the room angrily.

The son sighed helplessly, and then said to his mother: "Mom, don't eat. I'll cook some noodles for you."

"Child, do you have something to say? If you want to tell mom, just say it, don’t hold it in your heart!”

“Mom, the company will promote me next month and I will be very busy. As for my wife, she said she really wants to work. So..."

The mother immediately realized what her son meant: "Son, don't send mom to a nursing home." The voice seemed to be pleading. The son was silent for a moment, he was looking for a better reason.

"Mom, there is actually nothing wrong with a nursing home. You know that once your wife works, she will not have time to take care of you. Isn't it much better in a nursing home than at home, where you have food, shelter, and someone to take care of you? ?"

"But Uncle Cai..."

After taking a bath and eating a bowl of instant noodles, my son went to the study. He stood blankly in front of the window, somewhat hesitant. His mother was widowed at a young age and took great pains to raise him and support him in studying abroad. But she never used her youthful sacrifice as a bargaining chip to threaten his filial piety. Instead, her wife threatened him with marriage! Do you really want your mother to live in a nursing home? He asked himself, he couldn't bear it.

"The person who can accompany you for the rest of your life is your wife, is it your mother?" Uncle Cai's son always reminded him like this.

"Your mother is so old. If she is lucky, she can live for a few more years. Why not take advantage of these few years to be filial to her? The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. The child wants to support but the mother is not there. !" Relatives always advised him this way.

The son did not dare to think about it any more, for fear that he would really change his original intention. In the evening, the sun withdrew its scorching golden light and hid behind the mountains to rest. An aristocratic nursing home built on a hill in the suburbs. Yes, the more money is spent, the more peace of mind the son will have. When the son led his mother into the hall, a brand-new TV set with a 42-inch screen was playing a comedy, but there was no laughter from the audience at all. Several old women with the same clothes and the same hairstyle were sitting crookedly on the sofa, looking dull and lonely.

An old man was talking to himself, and another man was slowly bending down to pick up a biscuit that fell on the ground.

The son knew that his mother liked light, so he chose a sunny room for her. Looking out from the window, under the shade of the trees, there is a patch of grass. A few nurses pushed an old man in a wheelchair for a walk under the sunset. The surroundings were so quiet and sad. Even though the sunset was infinitely beautiful, it was already dusk after all, and he sighed quietly in his heart.

"Mom, I...I'm leaving!" Mother could only nod. When he left, his mother waved frequently. Her toothless mouth was open, and her pale and dry lips were slurping, as if she was still trying to speak. Only then did the son notice his mother's silver-grey hair, deep-set eye sockets, and wrinkled face. Mother, you are really old!

He suddenly remembered an old incident from his childhood. He was only 6 years old that year. His mother had to go back to her hometown for something and it was inconvenient to take him with her, so she stayed with Uncle Cai's house for a few days. When his mother was leaving, he hugged his mother's legs in fear and refused to let go. He cried loudly and sadly: "Mom, don't leave me! Mom, don't leave!"

In the end, his mother did not leave him. He quickly left the room and closed the door without daring to look back, fearing that the memory would come after him like a ghost.

When he returned home, his wife and mother-in-law were frantically throwing away everything in his mother's room. The 3-foot-tall trophy - it was the first place prize in his elementary school essay competition "My Mother"! Hua-Ying Dictionary—that was his first birthday gift that his mother bought for him as she saved money on food and expenses throughout the month! There is also the rheumatism oil that the mother needs to apply before going to bed. Without him to apply it for her, what is the point of taking it to the nursing home?

"That's enough, don't throw anymore!" the son roared.

"There is so much garbage, if I don't throw it away, how can I put my things in it." My mother-in-law said angrily.

"That's right! Get your mom's old bed out of here right away. I'm going to make a new one for my mom tomorrow!"

A bunch of childhood photos are displayed here. In front of his son, those were photos taken by his mother when she took him to zoos and amusement parks.

"They are my mother's property, none of them can be thrown away!"

"What's your attitude? You are so loud to my mother, I want you to apologize to my mother!"

"When I marry you, I have to love your mother. Why can't you love my mother when you marry me?"

The dark night after the rain is especially lonely and the streets are bleak. Pedestrians and vehicles are extremely rare. A BMW was speeding on the road, running through red lights frequently, getting stuck in yellow grids, and whizzing by again. The car rushed all the way to the nursing home on the hill, parked the car, went straight upstairs, and opened the door of my mother's bedroom. He stood like a ghost, while his mother was stroking her rheumatic legs and sobbing.

When she saw the bottle of rheumatism oil in her son's hand, she obviously felt comforted and said, "Mom forgot to bring it. Fortunately, you brought it!" He walked to his mother and knelt down.

"It's very late. Mom can wipe it yourself. You have to go to work tomorrow. Go back!"

He murmured for a moment, and finally couldn't help sobbing: "Mom, I'm sorry. , please forgive me! Let’s go home!”

～～～后语～～～

As I grow older, I look at my parents’ faces changing from young to young. I feel haggard, my hair changes from black silk to white hair, my movements change from quick to slow, how distressing! Parents always leave the best and most precious things to us, like candles that keep burning themselves and illuminating their children! And what about me? Do I make a space for my parents, or do I only think of them when I need to dock... In fact, my parents really don't want much, just a casual greeting, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing today?" Okay?" Just buy some late-night snacks, cook an ordinary dinner, tuck them into bed before going to bed, put on some clothes and put on gloves when it's cold... you can make them happy and warm for a long time. Sometimes, I often think about how I want my children to treat me in the future. Now, do I treat my parents like this? I believe that people are interconnected; how you treat your parents now will be how your children treat you in the future. Friends, the most difficult thing in the world to repay is the kindness of parents. I hope we can all: honor our parents with a heart of repaying them, and be filial to our parents with a heart of gratitude!

Part 3

I must be good to her in this life

My home is in a remote mountain village, and my parents are farmers who face the loess and back to the sky. . I have a brother who is three years younger than me. One time, I secretly took 5 cents from my father's drawer in order to buy flower handkerchiefs that all girls have. My father discovered that the money was missing that day, so he made us kneel by the wall, holding a bamboo pole, and asked us to admit who stole it. I was so frightened by the scene at that time that I lowered my head and dared not speak. When my father saw that we didn't admit it, he said that the two of us were beaten together. After saying that, he raised the bamboo pole in his hand. Suddenly, the younger brother grabbed his father's hand and said loudly, Dad, it was me who stole it, not my sister, please hit me! The bamboo pole in the father's hand fell mercilessly on the younger brother's back and shoulders. The father was so angry that he couldn't breathe. After the beating, he sat on the kang and cursed: "You know now that you stole from home. When you grow up, you will pay back." "I'll beat you to death for your failure." That night, my mother and I hugged my scarred brother, and he didn't shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, I suddenly burst into tears. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "Sister, don't cry. I've been beaten anyway."

I have always hated myself for not having the courage to admit it at that time. Years later, I still remember the way my brother blocked the bamboo pole for me. That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

The year my younger brother graduated from middle school, he was admitted to a key high school in the county. At the same time, I also received the admission notice from the provincial university. That night, the father squatted in the yard and smoked bags of dry cigarettes, muttering to himself that the two children were so up to date, so really up to date. My mother secretly wiped away her tears and said, "What's the point of trying to be brave? What's the point of offering anything as an offering?" My younger brother walked up to his father and said, "Dad, I don't want to miss you anymore, I've had enough of it anyway." The father slapped his younger brother on the face and said, "How come you are so worthless? I will sell you two sisters even if you want to sell them." After saying that, he turned around and went out to borrow money from house to house. I stroked my brother's red and swollen face and said, "You have to keep reading. If you don't study, you will never be able to get out of this poor ravine." My brother looked at me and nodded. At that time I had decided to give up the opportunity to go to school.

Unexpectedly, before dawn the next day, my brother secretly left with a few tattered clothes and some dry steamed buns, leaving a note on my pillow: Sister, don’t worry, It's not easy to get into college. I'll go out and work to support you. younger brother.

I held the note, lay on the kang, and cried bitterly. That year, my brother was 17 years old and I was 20 years old.

I finally finished my junior year of college with the money my father borrowed from all over the village and the money my brother earned from moving cement at the construction site. One day I was reading in the dormitory, and my classmate ran in and called me, Meizi, a fellow countryman is looking for you. Why would any fellow countryman look for me? I walked out and saw my brother from a distance, wearing work clothes covered in cement and sand, waiting for me. I said, why did you tell my classmates that you were from my hometown?

He smiled and said, look at me dressed like this, and say that I am your brother, but your classmates still don’t laugh at you?

As soon as my nose became sour, tears fell down. I dusted my brother off and said with choked sobs that you are my brother. No matter how you dress in this life, I will not be afraid of others laughing at you.

He carefully took out a butterfly hairpin wrapped in handkerchief from his pocket, measured it on my head, and said, I see all the girls in the city are wearing this, so I will buy you one too. . I couldn't hold it back anymore, so I hugged my brother and started crying on the street. That year, my brother was 20 years old and I was 23 years old.

When I brought my boyfriend home for the first time, I saw that the glass that had been missing for many years was installed and the house was kept spotless. After my boyfriend left, I acted coquettishly to my mother and said, "Mom, why do you keep the house so clean?" My mother is old, and her face looks like a chrysanthemum when she smiles. She said that your brother came back early to clean it up. Did you see the cut on his hand? It was scratched when the glass was installed.

When I entered my brother's hut, I felt very sad when I saw his face getting thinner. He still smiled and said, it's your first time to bring a friend home, and you're still a college student in the city. You can't let others laugh at our family.

I applied medicine to his wound and asked him if it hurt?

He said, no. I was on a construction site, and my feet were so swollen by rocks that I couldn't wear shoes, and I was still working... I shut up in the middle of my sentence.

I turned my face away and cried. That year, my brother was 23 years old and I was 26 years old.

After I got married and lived in the city, my husband and I tried to bring my parents to live with me several times, but they refused, saying that they wouldn’t know what to do if they left the village. My younger brother also disagreed and said, sister, just take care of your brother-in-law's parents. Our parents have me.

When my husband was promoted to the director of the factory, he and I discussed transferring my younger brother to manage the repair department. Unexpectedly, my younger brother refused and insisted on becoming a repairman.

Once my younger brother climbed up a ladder to repair electrical wires and was electrocuted and was hospitalized. My husband and I went to see him. I caressed his plastered leg and complained to him, "I asked you to be a cadre a long time ago and you refused to do it. Now, with your fall like this, if you are not a worker, can you do that job?"

He had a look on his face. Seriously, why don't you think about my brother-in-law? He just came here, and I am uneducated, so I became an official directly. What impact will it have on him?

My husband was moved to tears, and I He also cried and said, brother, your lack of education is all because of your sister's delay. He took my hand and said, it’s over now, why bother mentioning it?

That year, my brother was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

When my younger brother was 30 years old, he married a dutiful rural girl. At the wedding, the host asked him who is the person you admire most, and he answered without thinking, my sister.

My younger brother told a story that I can’t even remember: When I first entered elementary school, the school was in a neighboring village, and my sister and I had to walk for an hour every day to get home. One day, I lost one of my gloves, so my sister gave me one of hers, and she walked the long way wearing one. After returning home, my sister’s hands were so cold that she couldn’t hold the chopsticks. From that time on, I vowed that I would be good to my sister in this life.

The audience burst into applause, and the guests all turned their eyes to me.

I said, the person I am most grateful to in my life is my brother. At the moment when I should be most happy, I couldn't help but burst into tears.