Northeast express joke

Parents' love for their children is great!

First, fatherly love

I was eight years old that year. I went to my grandmother's house during the winter vacation and was not picked up by my family until the Spring Festival approached. The snow in the north of China can't be controlled when it comes together. The goose feather snows day after day, and it hasn't reached the knees of adults. When the sun comes out, the temperature is not much higher, and people are shivering with cold. When I want to go home, there is still old and thick snow. My father came to pick me up by bike. I sit in the back seat of my bike. My dad is afraid that my ass will get cold. He put a folded cotton pad in the back seat. It took more than two hours to walk four kilometers, only a small part. My father's head looks like smoke, and bright sweat can be seen on his face. I asked to come down and help him push the cart in the back. Dad said? If you walk down, such thick snow will get into your shoes, your feet will be wet, your health will be poor, you will easily sweat and catch cold, and it will not be cold if you wear it warmly. Please sit down. ? He walked on. What kind of love is this? I really can't describe it in words.

Second, maternal love

Motherly love is even more moist and silent. There is a pomegranate tree in my yard, which is full of fruits and branches every autumn. After coming back from college for half a year, my mother knew that I like pomegranate. When the pomegranates were ripe, my mother couldn't bear to eat any, so she picked them one by one. She will find a large-capacity porcelain jar, put sand in it, bury pomegranate in the sand, and cover the jar in a cool place for preservation. This is an indigenous way to keep fresh in winter here. When I came back from vacation, my mother pulled me to the jar and took out my pomegranate and told me that these were all for me. Actually, I can't eat that much. Pomegranates are fresh and the sand is cold. Pomegranate seems to have just been taken out of the refrigerator, and the water is not lost at all. This kind of love has melted into pomegranate seeds. I can't tell you how eye-catching and dazzling it is, but it is extremely profound!

In the eyes of parents, you will always be a child.

I remember once, my husband and I quarreled and went to my classmate's house in a rage. There may be Xiaogan people here, and I am a trident. My classmate is Zhujiawan, 15 Li. My husband found my mother's house at that time. Ask me if I'm here, mom and dad, tell me she's not here, and my husband asks my mom and dad, so where did she go? At that time, my mother said that she must have gone to find a classmate. My husband left then. Mom heard I left. I was going to look for me by train, but I was afraid to get on the train. It rained again that day. My mother started walking, crying all the way, and kept calling my name. By the railway, I heard that it was almost washed away by the water. I happened to meet my mother when I walked into the street. Mom's clothes were wet by the rain at that time. My mother told me to hurry back. I said I would go to work by myself to make money, so that I wouldn't rely on others and I wouldn't quarrel. At that time, my mother said, where to work, if he is not good to you. My mother raised you. If it's a small matter, don't worry about it. Going home, my mother also said, don't quarrel, run outside. Men are expensive to run. Women run very close. Please, you can't go alone. I'll take you home. Later, my mother sent me home, gave me a political lesson and criticized my husband.

The above is my experience, and I feel the great love of my parents!