Five short stories about the sea

Several people went out to sea by boat. The climate of the ocean changes greatly. No sooner had the ship sailed into the sea than it was hit by strong winds and waves, and the ship was almost swallowed up by the waves. A man tore his clothes, cried loudly and sadly, prayed for God's protection, and vowed that if he could be saved, he would repay him. Soon after, the storm passed and the sea was calm again. Everyone prayed for each other to survive, dance and be very happy. The honest helmsman said to them, "Friends, it is really worth celebrating to be alive. But we must also bravely face the storm that may come again. "

This story warns people that when the weather is unpredictable and calm, they should be alert to the stormy waves that may come at any time.

Wrinkles of the sea

I first saw my father's wrinkles when he was in his thirties. I am high, and he is low. We planted reeds in the north of the village pit, and there was almost no water. I said, if you plant it, you will be white. If you can't live, you must live. Father said that when summer rain comes, reeds will be twisted and lush, and this year and the year after next will not be expected! When he spoke, he looked up and smiled and greeted me. His smile from low to high, I saw his forehead, just one or two, winding, parallel to the eyes and eyebrows, smiling at me together.

For more than thirty years, the father is always the last person to be remembered by his son.

There is always such a detail that bothers me: during the Chinese New Year, I called my hometown thousands of miles away, and my mother said that she missed me and cried, and then we talked for more than ten minutes; Finally, I arrived at my dad's place. Unexpectedly, he and I didn't say a word for a minute. We only heard his gasps, and then we had to hang up. Later, my mother always said, "Your father is old, your father is dumb and can't talk, and your father is too honest."

Speaking of it, it rained heavily when I was a child, and the water in the pit roared, which was not weaker than the waves in the sea at all. Father had no choice but to build a house brick by brick. The walls of our house were raised bit by bit, and the foundation was getting bigger every day. Come to think of it, my father is not old, a calf is happy all over the world, and we have grown into young fathers one by one under such strong sunshine.

I also learned to smile and greet my wrinkles with a smile every day. When my son saw my first wrinkle, I told him that I was still young. Smiling makes our wrinkles full of sweetness and happiness all the time, and makes us walk through the youth and middle age of life with a smile. When I am really old, I will find my father standing farther away from us and smiling at me. At that time, we will become the happiest waves of his old man's house.

The sea of life is like this. When there are wrinkles, there is a smile, and there is love, jumping around you forever.

How nice.