A short article about accompanying parents?

Parents grow up with us, we grow old with them, and companionship is the warmest care. The following is the relevant information I have compiled for y

A short article about accompanying parents?

Parents grow up with us, we grow old with them, and companionship is the warmest care. The following is the relevant information I have compiled for you for your reference!

Chapter 1: Accompany your parents every day

Author: Take a rest when you are tired.

When my parents were over 80 years old, their health went from bad to worse, especially when my father was hospitalized for a whole year because of a serious cerebral infarction. Although my father never woke up, he fought against the disease with great vitality. I firmly believe that my father, who came over on the battlefield of gunfire and smoke, is still unwilling to leave us. Although my father has been lying quietly in the hospital bed for a year, he sometimes has subconscious actions such as opening his eyes, making gestures and making noises. We all firmly believe that this is my father echoing us, and his willpower is extremely strong. All the medical staff in the hospital lamented that my father was already a great miracle.

The hardest thing this year is my mother. She moved home from the apartment for the elderly to live alone, so that she can often cook some delicious nourishing nutrients such as poultry and fish for her father, and then spend half a day patiently removing the bitten ones, taking them to the hospital, stirring them with a pulverizer and giving them to her father through a stomach tube. Therefore, every morning is a busy half-day for my mother. Give up the lunch break at noon and send my mother to the hospital, so that my mother can accompany my father every day and never give up. After work, I will go to the hospital to visit my father and pick up my mother after a hard day's work.

My brother has a long way to work, but he insists on picking up my mother on weekends, taking care of my father and letting me rest for two days. My brother and I were also moved by my sister-in-law and my wife. Over the years, my brother and I have left too much time to our parents who need it more. They took on the heavy housework without any regrets, silently supported us and gave us incomparable backing. It is in this family atmosphere that our children feel the influence of love and become our good helpers when we need it.

It is often said that people are watching from the sky, yes, this kind of effort is very hard and sad. Although our efforts can't restore our parents' lost youth and health, it is such efforts that parents can feel their children's love and care every day, just like what they did for us in those days, asking for nothing in return but better. Although it is hard every day, it is sweet to be tired and bitter in the face of the morning sunshine and the evening sunset on the way home from the hospital, only because they are our parents and they have given us life and spiritual strength, which is enough. Do you need any other reasons?

There are thousands of ways to love your parents, and you don't need to return. When our parents are getting older and older, we will never look back. Even if we are tired and bitter, we are willing to let our old people live a warmer and more enjoyable life. It is the best filial duty to accompany them through every day, and we will not waste our parents' kindness.

Chapter 2: Accompany my father to the grave.

Author: iced black tea

20 161February 29th, I went back to my hometown Paradise Village, formerly known as Darjeeling, to accompany my 80-year-old father to pay his respects to his wife. From beginning to end, the old father looked full of energy.

The grave is about 5 kilometers away from my hometown. It turns out that I always go on foot with my father. It's embarrassing to say that it was more than ten years ago that I stayed with him last time. This time, considering that my father was old and tired after walking for a long time, I drove. It's not too far from the grave. The car is parked on the side of the road and only needs to climb the steep slope of 1000 meters. My father is a careful man. He is worried that it is not safe to park his car on the side of the road. He specially reminded me to drive less, say hello to Xiao's hometown and park my car next to the house before leaving.

When my father said he was going to the grave, he meant the master who studied medicine. In the local area, apprentices and teachers are generally called masters, while fathers always call teachers Mr. There are three places to visit the grave this time, namely my father's husband and his descendants, that is, my son, daughter-in-law and grandson. Three graves and a burial are only a few hundred meters apart. Because there are many places to visit graves and many things to bring. There are burning paper, paper money, incense, candles and firecrackers everywhere. In addition, there are gifts for father's descendants. Because of many things, my father specially brought a basket to facilitate walking. However, one basket couldn't hold it, so I took all the rest. With my things, I followed my father to the grave. The place we want to reach is the tea terraces on the hillside. This terrace is steep, with a slope of at least 75 degrees. This road is a bumpy narrow path with few pedestrians all the year round. Before climbing 100 meters, I was so tired that my father threw me out of100 meters. I looked at my father with steady steps and felt ashamed and ashamed. I am too short of exercise. Before I reached three graves from the foot of the mountain, I rested five times, and my father looked much more relaxed. Finally, my father walked patiently and waited for me. Of the three graves that need to be swept, two are on the roadside, and only Mr. Wang's grave is on the edge of the field, the highest place. Everywhere we go, we put things down first, and then, we go to visit our husband's descendants with gifts. The descendants of Mr. Wang lived on the top of the tea table, near the top of the mountain, about 300 meters away from Mr. Wang's tomb. When I was a child, I accompanied my father, that is, I went to her husband's grave alone. Now from one grave to three graves, life is impermanent! Since Mr. Wang's grandson has no children, his adopted daughter has also separated as an adult. After Mr. Wang's grandson died, only his granddaughter was left, and now she is over 60 years old. I have been calling her aunt since I was a child. A lonely old man lives alone in a big house, far away from his neighbors. Seeing this bleak scene, he was very sad. Fortunately, there are two loyal dogs, one is big and the other is not lonely. I remember when I was a child, I often went to this house with my father. The family is very hospitable and the atmosphere is enviable. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, three people died one after another, and the family lost their old laughter.

At my aunt's house, my father and I chatted with her while drinking tea. When the sweat was almost dry, we got up and left. Aunt couldn't bear us to eat, so she quickly got on the stool, took off the smoked sheep's hoof and forced it into my hand. I have to accept it with guilt, and my heart is full of warmth and gratitude.

After leaving my aunt's house, we went to the grave of my father's husband, his son and daughter-in-law, and finally his grandson along the route from top to bottom. Whenever paper candles are lit and firecrackers sound, I close my eyes and pray that Mr. Tian and his descendants will accept our respect as soon as possible. When my father was busy at the grave, I had a flash of reverie in my mind: My father is eighty years old, how many years can he persist? With the sound of firecrackers again and again, my thoughts were interrupted.

We finished sweeping the grave before dark. On the way back, I didn't care about enjoying the scenery. At the foot of the hillside, there are mainly spiral terraces, not only tea trees and rape, but also papaya tree, palm trees, fir trees, loquat trees, chestnut trees, evergreen trees and boxwood, as well as some unknown trees, and so on. Together, they add more vitality to the hillside. Looking at the vast hometown, surrounded by mountains, buildings filled with smoke, roads rushed to the distance, and the continuous whistle and dog barking of cars and motorcycles broke the silence of the mountain village again and again. These charming scenes, set off by the sunset glow, constitute a beautiful picture, which really makes people linger. I almost fell down several times because I watched the scenery while walking. The father who walked in front seemed to be affected and went the wrong way. Fortunately, I reminded you in time and suddenly stopped. I think, dad is really old, and I forgot the way I walked just now. We walked much faster because there were few things when we came back, and soon we got on the expressway. I looked back at the hillside, and a few wisps of smoke were still hovering over the cemetery, as if looking for the way to heaven.

It feels good to accompany my father to the grave. It can not only respect the deceased and express my thoughts, but also exercise, enjoy the scenery and make my father happy, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. This kind of feeling has been enjoyed for decades. Although it will be interrupted occasionally, the good memories are interlinked and have different feelings every time. More importantly, from my father, I learned the virtues of gratitude and filial piety and learned to persist. My father's husband has been dead for nearly 30 years, and it is particularly difficult for him to insist on going to the grave every year. This is the father's respect, gratitude and emotional watch for the teacher.

Time with my father is precious. In the future, I really want to accompany my father to the grave every year. The more times, the better!

* * * Author: money

Rule 3: Dad is getting smaller.

Author: Xuan Nanzi

This is a memory and the road to the future. I am a senior three student. ...

Rain, heavy rain and light rain all the way, drop by drop or piece by piece, hit the window. I am depressed and curious to lie on the glass and want to see the scenery outside the car, even if it is a cornfield like home.

When I left my hometown for the first time, I took my bags, not for wandering, not for traveling, but for a place I didn't yearn for but longed to arrive and settle down, because I would live there for a long time until I changed my living habits. There can decide my fate, at least my father and mother think so. Oh, and many people in the village who have lived all their lives say so, saying that college students must have a bright future. I don't know if they think so. "Study hard and you can marry a good wife without spending money in the future." When my neighbor told me this two days ago, his tone was a little joking, but his eyes told me that he would have a good life when he went to college, at least he would not farm.

When I left, my mother's repeated exhortations didn't upset me as before, but made me feel a burden on my back. I feel that in a few years, I must go home with a "good day" to be worthy of my parents and folks. But now it's not the past. College students like this currency's discount rate is too large, and the price has fallen too fast. Is it because they print too much money ... I think a lot in a mess, and a little confused comes to my heart, looking out of the window, which is quickly broken by pedestrians' minds and washed away by the beautiful autumn rain of farmers.

I didn't think much at first. The rain for the next few hours is normal, but on the train, it is still raining after hundreds of miles. It's a beautiful day. I don't know if it's God's welcome or crying for me. I've been looking out the window and saying it's a daze, but I can still hear my father eating melon seeds. Before getting on the bus, dad bought winter dates and melon seeds. My father is a train worker and knows that taking a bus is boring. My father and he are both busy people. Dad is going to send his son to college, which is not a particularly good university, but also the key point. Dad also talked about it with the passengers next to him from time to time, but he was so happy that he didn't laugh out loud. Even when it comes to tuition, dad is all smiles, as if all the money he was worried about was left at home. But I'm different. Although I am a busy man, I feel very confused at this time. The future is like a landscape blurred by rain outside the window. By the way, I'm still a little upset. Father has been chatting there and eating there. There are many students in this car who report to school like me. I know it must be much better than the school I went to. The one sitting next to me is this man who is going to Shanda. Because I couldn't find my ideal in the province, I had to run outside, so my father's words made me a little uncomfortable, but I haven't seen my father smile like that for a long time, so I didn't say anything. I just stared out the window alone, trying to see some of my future in the rain outside the window.

Six and a half hours, he has never driven for such a long time. Yes, he has never been far away. When the train arrived at the station, I couldn't stand it. First of all, I want to escape from this narrow carriage. Second, I want to see this second hometown. I urged my father to stand at the door of the carriage early with his luggage and didn't want to stay for a second. When I arrived at the station, the flight attendant opened the car door. I wanted to rush out, but it was raining harder here. Later, I heard that it hasn't rained so heavily in Xuzhou for some years. It's raining hard. Only one umbrella, so much luggage, two people. Suddenly I feel that this umbrella is dispensable. Fortunately, the school arranged for someone to pick up students here. They set up a tent at the gate of the station. It's not big, but it's better than holding an umbrella to shelter from the rain. I can also charge the phone bill here, but I give the prepaid card and send something, which makes me very happy, because I have an umbrella to send, so I can have one with my father. After a little adjustment, under the guidance of the receptionist, I hurried on the school bus in the rain and looked at the "all kinds of people" in the car. I feel horrible. Even with my father around, I'm still scared. For the first time, he thought my father was "unreliable".

I always thought the outside world was wonderful before I left home. A few hours later, the outside world was helpless.

I am a senior, and I feel that the outside world is ok. Life goes on and the story is not finished. ?