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1. Mother

Yesterday, I bought a New Pants in the county town and took it to the tailor's shop to shorten it. The shopkeeper is a woman in her late fifties, and her daughter is sitting in the shop with a child less than one year old.

The shopkeeper is very polite. When he saw me, he said, "Please wait a moment. I give my children hot porridge. " Before I could answer, her daughter said, "He just drank milk, so he can be hungry so fast." The shopkeeper said, "It's 15 o'clock. If you are in the country, people will have lunch soon. " . She went into the back room, and soon came out with porridge, stirring it with a spoon as she walked to make the heat dissipate faster. Then she told her daughter to feed her. As soon as she put down the bowl, the child peed. She wiped it with a mop. Looking at her busy figure, I remembered my mother.

My mother is over 50 years old, and the years have left a mark on her face, and her hair has begun to appear silver. When I was in high school, people praised my mother for her beauty. Now her former glory is gone forever.

My son is over two years old, and my mother has been taking good care of him. Colleague said, "You are so lucky. Your mother has taken care of your child, so don't worry. " "You look like you are taking care of a child." ..... I don't think so, take it for granted. Sometimes I can't believe my child is two years old.

It's really hard to miss my mother now. I have to do all the housework besides helping me with my children every day. I haven't even washed the dishes once since I joined the work, and in order to make my child grow up happily, my mother not only takes good care of his diet and daily life, but also often takes him out to play and teaches him common sense and literacy. If the child is sick and hurts her, she is more anxious than me. Take the child to the doctor. Occasionally, she will let me take care of the children on weekends. Sometimes when I get tired of listening, I answer, "Don't worry, you can take it with you." She is not angry either: "I won't let you take it if something goes wrong." No matter how tired you are when you come back, you will come directly to see the child, hold him happily and ask him, "Did you eat when mom cooked?" "Do you miss your grandmother?" It seems that she has been away for a long time.

Every time my family comes back from a business trip, no matter how late, they will get up and ask if they have eaten. If she doesn't eat, she will. I've never seen my mother complain about anything. My father has a bad temper. My mother has been working hard, and the whole family gets along well with her.

Who is the mother? Mom is the one who pays the most, but we are the least moved.

May all mothers in the world be happy and healthy. May all the children in the world care more about their mothers, even if it is just a word.

2. Brother

As for my brother, we have always had a good relationship since he came home from the army. 1983 by 2003, my relationship with my brother had deteriorated gradually, even for a time, almost to the point where Zhuge Liang and Lu Xun died of old age. In 2004, my relationship with my brother gradually developed in a good direction with the changes of the times. But he just stayed in a warm place for a long time, and his filial piety to his father did not reach the point where I wrote something for him.

The reason for the deterioration of my relationship with my brother is misunderstanding. Now it seems that no one can take full responsibility for this misunderstanding. It should be said that my father, my brother and I should each be responsible for one third-my father often criticizes my brother too much; I am also easy to listen to my father's side of the story and take it for granted; As for my brother, he kept it in mind when he was a little angry with his father, so he was not very good or even bad to his father.

Father is very demanding of every child. As parents, we can all understand our desire for our children to succeed. However, the father himself is too demanding of his children. Think of other people's fathers who often exaggerate the advantages of their children, even over-exaggerating. Father is simple and honest, and we children never want to get encouragement from him, let alone praise. Maybe he is afraid to praise his children and leave a bad impression on others. It stands to reason that if you don't boast, you won't boast, but don't let your child be useless. How handsome my younger brother was when he was young, how many cross talks I said on the stage when I was young, how many articles I wrote, and how much I contributed to the cause of literature and art, which is arguably commendable for a father. Even if my father has no education, has never seen my performance and can't understand my article, the image of my brother, the handsome image of a soldier in those days, should be understandable at a glance. However, fathers tend to be proud of keeping a low profile, and other children also carry a lot of his genes. They never encourage their brothers and sisters and often give advice to each other. Although the motivation is for the good of the other party, it is definitely a shortcoming in many cases, even a big shortcoming. Father is the initiator of this character-because father often praises other people's children how capable they are in front of their children, probably what he means is to encourage children to look up to the advantages of others. However, because the expression is not in place, once the father's encouragement is spoken, it is no longer encouragement, but often a suppression and blow full of gunpowder. This kind of character, China is by no means my father's. There are many famous fathers, such as Mao Shunsheng, the father of the great Mao Zedong, who once became a thorn in Mao Zedong's side. Because our family split up early, perhaps because of my dad's long-term encouragement, in fact, the relationship between my brother and my dad was not very good for a long time, especially from 1983 to 2003. Because my brother separated long ago, I naturally contacted my dad a lot, so I always thought my brother was an unfilial or even very unfilial person. Our relationship was naturally not so good during that time.

Time makes people grow old. No matter what our brother's past relationship is, our hair is almost white. How many times have I thought that although there are five brothers and sisters in our family, there are only two brothers. We are brothers in this life. Can we still be brothers in the next life? Since God made us reborn in the same place, it was our great fate. "The brothers who robbed the waves are all here", and people who have a good relationship with brothers have always been envious. However, many of them are separated by yin and yang because of their hurried life. Naturally, I feel honored for the health of our brother, and I can't help thinking about the benefits of my brother.

My brother once had a very glorious time. 1968, my brother went to Shaoguan City, Guangdong Province as a soldier, and the whole village beat gongs and drums to bid farewell. At that time, my father was not only a representative of poor middle peasants, but also a soldier's family, so the secretary and deputy secretary of the brigade attended the farewell ceremony for my brother to join the army from beginning to end. The scene was so grand and brilliant that, according to later people, even those who were admitted to the university later never enjoyed it.

When I was in the first grade of primary school, I had completely forgotten the scene of sending my brother to the county to join the army. So, at that time, I always thought I didn't have a brother. It can be seen that the father is so simple and honest in promoting children that it is difficult to see how simple and honest he is. One day, I was having a class in the classroom when suddenly gongs and drums sounded in the village. I thought it was a big official or someone in the village. I also asked, "What is this?" Everyone else said, "Wang Wen, your brother is back!" " "I said," no way! "People said," Really, your brother went home to visit relatives! " "Of course, my brother suddenly fell from the sky, and I was very happy. That joy is incomparable to Jia Baoyu's discovery that "Sister Lin fell from the sky". Maybe I was so happy that I said doubtfully, "I don't have a brother!" " Where do I get my brother? ! "When I saw a 2 1 year-old young soldier walking in the middle of the village wearing a shiny red five-star from the cracks of many onlookers, others pointed at him enviously and said to me," Look, that man is your brother. "This soldier looks very handsome, and it is a heavily armed soldier. He is so heroic that everyone likes him. It's just that my brother has a soldier whose head is almost shaved. I think it's completely different from our rural hair style. At that time, although I had confirmed that I was my brother, my father's low-key gene of being afraid of being praised played a role in me. I even said with joy, "How can a bald head like that be my brother? " !"

A year later, my brother returned to work in his hometown, presided over the broadcasting work in the brigade, and also did some routine work. At that time, many people envied that a young man could be treated like that. It can be said that my brother is the first person in the whole brigade who has a radio, a bike and a watch. From the third grade of primary school, I will go to the brigade headquarters two kilometers away. My brother often takes me to school in the brigade by bike, which is really thanks to my brother. Otherwise, two kilometers would have been the Long March for me at that time.

1at the end of 987, when I was about to work, my brother actually wanted me to go back to my hometown to work. This is human nature, which shows that my brother still values brotherhood. However, my brother once again inherited his father's simple and honest character. Although he learned that I wanted to be assigned to the outside world, he seemed unwilling to interfere with my freedom and said to me, "I won't interfere with your actions as long as you feel willing." When I found a girlfriend with a formal job, my brother was full of hope for our future. However, my brother is not good at expressing his feelings in words, but obviously, his heart is happy.

In recent years, perhaps my father is getting older and older. The shortcomings of my father's stubborn interference in my brother's behavior gradually disappeared, and my brother naturally became filial to his father.

Looking at my filial brother, I am really happy.

3. Old four

Old four, my cousin, is seven years younger than me. Old four looks just like his uncle when he was young.

When I left home as a child, I was always able to go back to my hometown and reunite with my hometown only on holidays. My fourth child was always among the children who came to visit me.

Old four's name. In addition to our seniority, there is also a word "loyalty", but it seems that few people know his name, and people affectionately call him "old four"!

Old four, his biological brothers and sisters have three, eldest brother Liang and second sister Hua. Old four came into this world, they can help his parents to undertake all family affairs, and old four and old four became my playmates.

Old four's younger brother, old three, is a serious stammer!

I remember when I was very young, my uncle's youngest son "Jin" and I played at his third sister-in-law's house. My third brother has gone to be a soldier. Lonely third sister always teases us children when she has nothing to do. It was a rainy day in Mao Mao. Kim and I came to her house with my third toddler. Sister-in-law was with her sister-in-law, and they began to tease her little three who had just learned to speak. Third sister-in-law thought it was very funny, so she asked him to continue talking, and also "threatened" to say: You won't let me go home if you don't talk!

People here are saying: rainy days are the best time to learn to stutter. If anyone learns a few words on a rainy day, he will certainly learn them and will never change them.

Sister-in-law left after work, and Sister-in-law left Sister-in-law at home, while Kim and I were bored outside and left. From then on, Third Sister stuttered!

At first, my uncle and aunt didn't care. Later, things got out of hand!

In this way, the third child has been stuttering. It is gratifying that the third child is tall and handsome, and his wife is still forced to marry him under the suppression of his uncle. He still has thirteen points of reluctance! We all talked about him; Be content! Look at the way you stutter.

The third child still smiled disdainfully, as if our worries were so superfluous.

Old three, old four's father, my uncle's name is Shiji. When I see this name, I always think of Wen Tianxiang's famous aphorism, "Life never dies since ancient times, so we should grasp it well". Probably uncle's name comes from this allusion!

Uncle's life may be difficult to relate to the true meaning of the word "history". Uncle was handsome and overbearing when he was young. His eyes are typical almond eyes, beautiful and domineering on his nose. There are some bumps in the middle of the slightly higher bridge of the nose, and he is fine when he smiles. If it is annoying, there is obviously a fierce feeling on his uncle's face, because our younger children are afraid of him. I heard that many of them. Young people can't understand his behavior, so we all hate him from the bottom of our hearts and stay away from him. My uncle's eldest son and second daughter are greatly influenced by him, and they are conceited and domineering. Their domineering is aimed at everyone, and we have no tolerance for anyone, even our brothers and sisters. We are also far away from my uncle's children and never play with them. Sometimes they seem to be.

Old three and old four are growing up slowly. Although we all rejected them, they also learned well. Little brothers don't have the imprint of their brothers and sisters, so they often play with us. Because the third child stutters, all of us like the fourth child, and sometimes even the fourth child hates the third child, but the third child is several years older than the fourth child after all, so although the fourth child hates the third child, he is also helpless. Sometimes he always likes to play cards with four people, which is really the case without him.

As the youngest son in the family, Uncle Lao Si is very partial to him.

I don't know what kind of school my third child goes to, because as I grow up, I go back to my hometown less and less. After all, I had my own sky.

I remember 1990, when I returned to my hometown, Old Four was already a handsome young man, and the ignorant youth had crept into his heart. As far as my sister is concerned, he also refused. After saying "Sister" helplessly, he left quietly. It is said that at that time, he had already started to go out to work, and his brothers and sisters were already married.

Uncle was ill in bed for a long time, and later died on the operating table; In fact, my uncle doesn't have any serious illness at all. Because of the doctor's mistake, he never walked off the operating table again, but he didn't get a penny of compensation. The reason is that my uncle's sons did not pursue it. They all say: people are dead, what are you still pursuing? If we lose the lawsuit, we must pay extra legal fees. In fact, no one is willing to pay the money. Things just passed.

Later, many times, although I also went back to my hometown, I never saw my old four again, because he really became a part-time job.

It is said that the old four who has embarked on the society has never suffered losses outside. He is arrogant and even degenerates naturally. When I saw him again, it was already heroic. It is said that he chose many girls at a young age, but it seems that it is difficult for anyone to really enter his heart.

His natural domineering is like his father-my uncle; In fact, of the four sisters, only he inherited all of his uncle. However, after choosing many girls, he finally reluctantly embarked on the marriage hall. When I saw him again, Old Four was already the father of a child.

Although, in front of people, he is still a little shy and never holds the child in his arms.

When he saw me again, he just called out "Sister" shyly and hung his head proudly. It seems that someone is forcing me to call, and it seems so reluctant. At that time, my heart was very cold. I used to follow my little brother every day, but now it's strange. What I used to say is now a reluctant and polite response.

My mood is not calm!

In the next few years, recalling that scene, my heart is also cold: why is life so strange? Why is our past taken away by ruthless old age? Why is my gentle little cousin now a stranger?

This series of haze has been with me until I see my old four again.

At that time, I had been away from home for five years. Returning to his hometown again, Lao Si had a second child, babbled and was a toddler. Old four's wife is also very handsome. Although I don't know her, she respectfully calls her "sister" beside Old Four, and her tone is much more cordial than Old Four.

I remember that this year, my hometown was particularly dry, and the once endless rice fields had long since disappeared. In a self-sufficient natural economy, people are not allowed to be lazy. No matter how difficult it is, people should try their best to plant their own acre of land. Where else can a family find a year's rations?

In order to find water, people always go back and forth in the fields in the middle of the night. People will really knock their heads off for that little water. They are all their own brothers, and there is nothing to say. However, so many foreign women are reckless. They are always fighting for that little water, which makes their chickens and dogs restless. Seeing that the paddy fields are all dry land now, especially the villagers waiting for water to plant seedlings, I really feel very much.

When I saw Lao Si, his second daughter was crying in her mother's arms, and Lao Si was preparing to fetch water in the dry field. After a long plastic pipe, pumping water day and night, people finally saw water in the old four's field, so I made fun of him and said, if there is no water, we will not plant it! Why bother?

Old four, I haven't seen you for several years, and it seems that life has smoothed me out. He can no longer find the heroic spirit of the past, and people have become much more easygoing. He also reluctantly said to me: What do you want to eat?

My heart seems to have been stung by something, and it has become a little painful: why is life really so heartless? Once a young boy, an unruly prodigal son, once disdained my sister's brother, but now he is baptized and sensible, and he is more diligent by the way!

Dryland needs a lot of water. Although the old four pumped water for a day and a night, there was still no trace of water in the early morning of the next day. Old four had to pump water for another night and finally planted rice seedlings. As for the later harvest, I don't know.

At home for nearly two months, I seldom see the figure of Lao Si, even occasionally, it is just his footsteps rushing up and down the mountain.

At this meeting, the old four is very easy-going, but with some similar shadows handed down from his ancestors. Life seems to have turned the old four into a real mortal, and those fairy idleness have been tempered.

In a blink of an eye, it is five years. The only way home is through the responsibility field contracted by Lao Si. Sitting in the car when passing by, I saw the familiar figure of Old Four. He is still busy in the field, feeling in a hurry: Old Four's figure is a little thin.

See you in five years. Everything has changed a lot. I think my father was once so strong, but he felt very hard. At 80, he still looks like a 60-year-old. It must be duplicity!

Once simple nieces and nephews have their own homes, nieces and daughters-in-law from other places keep chattering, and grandchildren are in droves, as if they have come to a children's paradise; However, they all address themselves as "Auntie" and "Auntie". Unconsciously, in five years, they have been upgraded, just like some friends laughed at me and said, "You are your aunt, and you have great rights." Equivalent to the Politburo Standing Committee ... "

Among these children who are chasing and fighting, there is a little girl who looks very naughty. She looks about four or five years old. Her round face is a little shorter, her small mouth is always tilted and she wears two ponytails. Her white princess dress has been stained with red soil, but she always bullies her younger children.

Feeling that the child had some familiar feelings, he asked his aunt, "Whose is this child?"

"Old four." My aunt looked at her little granddaughter and said.

"Oh, so big?"

"ah! Are you afraid you haven't seen her? " Although my aunt is old, her mind is clear and she is searching hard in her memory.

"seen! Didn't she cry all the time last time I came back? "

"Oh, so that's it!" My aunt looked suddenly enlightened.

"Are you? Wrong! " A cousin took the message.

"Why not?" My aunt is at a loss.

"That's Erwa, and this is Sanwa!"

"Oh, yes, this is the third baby of Lao Si!" My aunt agreed with my cousin and nodded to me and said.

"Old four and three children?" I really don't believe it and ask again.

"yes! His three daughters. " My cousin and aunt both said.

"Oh!" I guess: Old Four da ji still wants to have a son! As a result, so many daughters were born. I thought to myself: How can Old Four raise so many children?

The next morning, the sun appeared in people's field of vision with a little joy, and adults gathered in the fields. Hearing the sound, my granddaughter and I walked out of the house. It is said that it is a rare sunny day, and it has been raining for half a month. When I came to the crowd, I saw Old Four busy in the field.

The fertile land once remembered by the production team has already become a dry land. The land where rice was once planted at home has now been planted with rape, corn and watermelon by helpless descendants, because these crops don't need a lot of water like rice.

However, the heavy rain a few days ago drowned these plants that people worked so hard to grow. Rapeseed has been harvested, but corn has come out and watermelon is in the harvest season. Can be submerged by heavy rain floating on the water, people can say that even seed money can not be collected.

The old four in the field are throwing those big and ripe watermelons on the ridge one by one, saying that they are only used to feed pigs. I'm a little puzzled. It's a good watermelon. Why feed it to pigs?

All my relatives told me that watermelons were watered and could not be sold.

"Don't still watermelon? What's the difference? " I think adding water to watermelon is a good thing! Because watermelon pulp is not water? Too much water can quench your thirst!

"Of course there is a difference! Watermelon stinks with water! " The fourth explained.

"Will it stink?" I picked up those smashed watermelons and smelled them. "Don't stink! No taste! "

"But their colors are different!" Old four talks a lot today.

"When you don't open, who knows that your watermelon has been watered?"

"Hey, they are all experts, only you can't tell!" Old four is still repeating to carry all his watermelons on the road.

"Are they that good?" This is news. I can't figure out the difference between them!

"You can see it from the handle of the watermelon!" Old four finally pointed out the important harm.

"Oh!" I don't understand. In fact, I'm still trying to figure out the difference, but I'm still at a loss.

"Then the watermelons they will bear in the future will be fine?"

"No, I have to clear it all now and prepare to grow rice."

"Oh, yes, now that there is water in the field, it is possible to grow rice."

"Well, that's right." Old four finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But is it too late now?" I looked around at the already high seedlings and asked.

"Not bad!"

Many days later, Lao Si finally tidied up the fields and planted rice seedlings of different heights picked up from all over the country.

It has been raining. From the third day after I came home, I never seemed to see the sun again.

Finally, I can get in close contact with Lao Si. The reason is that the rain this day is a bit heavy, and Old Four has nothing to do.

Old four, standing in front of me, has lost his old pride and seems a little humble to give in. His once fair skin has long since disappeared. At the same time, he has some feeling of sallow and emaciated, and his T-shirt can't tell the color. Casual pants rolled up and down with his legs, and his bare feet were stained with mud by years and soil, but he always walked back and forth on the ground. It always seems so busy! The old four's hair was cut short at will, and the three daughters had gathered at home and were collectively asking their father for snacks.

I saw the old four carrying watermelons in the bamboo basket into the bucket, washing them one by one, and then splitting them in the middle. Each of the three children took half, and the rest was given to my aunt,,,,,

Seeing a small watermelon is the fruit of my lovely brother's labor. Although my heart is sweet, I still feel a little sour and my heart hurts! Old four's deja vu body is also poor! In an instant, the figure of uncle history appeared in front of us,,,,,

My uncle's three sons and a daughter are all married now. When I was young, my uncle was too tired to care about food and clothing for his four brothers and sisters, but when he was young, he got sick and left other countries. Unfortunately, when he was seriously ill, no one wanted to see him again. Even if he died on the wrong operating table, no one would help him get justice, so he was wronged forever!

Looking at the three starving daughters around Old Four, I suddenly began to worry about his future.

At the same time, the image of Mr. Lu Xun as a teenager appeared in front of my eyes, but when Brother Xun returned to Luzhen again, the figure of Changsheng and his nephew also replaced the former Runtu and himself.

The change in this picture is the reappearance of Lao Si and his uncle. I have to say that it is a coincidence that the immortal body is repeating the road of moistening the soil, and the old four is also repeating his uncle's road. ......