To write an article about the love between parents, it is necessary to write it in a small way.

The love between parents seems to be the biggest secret in family life in the eyes of children. In the family life habits of orientals, the emotional life of adults is almost completely closed to children, almost to an impeccable degree. It is not an exaggeration to describe the layout of calligraphy in the words of the ancients. It has indeed reached the realm of "you can race horses in the sparse place, but you can't accommodate needles in the dense place". What can compete is the lasting passion between husband and wife; What can't be tolerated is the greed of others and external exposure. Especially, the generation born in 1940s became more and more deep and reserved in emotional expression. What we always see is the daily trivia and stumbling details of daily life of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, as well as endless complaints between them. Many children don't believe in the love between their parents until they have their own families. It seems that only after watching foreign movies and love novels do you know what love is. Then, will children now firmly believe that before the Internet, everyone did not understand love?

In the eyes of many people, father is an inaccessible person. His dark face is covered with pimples and pockmarks caused by folliculitis, plus a pair of knife-shaped eyebrows. But also because of his strong temperament and his honesty and frankness in dealing with things. Actually, my father was very handsome when he was young. In our family's photo album, there is a photo of him when he was young, dressed in a black Chinese tunic suit, neatly parted, with Tiananmen Square behind him, which is really heroic. Even in many photos of peers wearing coarse overalls, my father is the most handsome one. When my mother was young, she had long thick black braids and a small sideways photo, and her smile was brilliant and classical. Compared with Li Tiemei envied by her contemporaries, I don't know how many times more beautiful she is today. At that time, my father was an officer in the personnel department of the factory and my mother was a typist in the office. When my father was young, he talked about borrowing money from the Ministry of Oil more than once. His abacus is famous among his peers. At that time, there were no calculators, let alone computers, and data statistics depended entirely on abacus. Even in his later years, his father's verbal arithmetic is fast and accurate, and young people can't keep up. I think the photo of him in front of Tiananmen Square was taken while working in Beijing. Later, he was going to stay there, but he shirked that his old mother needed care and came back. Father is indeed a dutiful son. Grandpa died in his thirties, and his grandmother brought him up. But I think my father made this choice for love. At that time, they were not married, and love needed to be sacrificed.

Mom told the scene of falling in love with dad, but only told one detail. They went to cooperate with the authorities together. Her usually reserved father picked her up when they got off the big truck. Such a scene is not difficult to imagine. Flowers are everywhere in Shan Ye. Several liberation cars came from the dusty mountain road and stopped at the foot of the mountain. A group of young people in blue overalls dropped shovels, picks, hammers and other labor tools from the rear of the car and jumped down from the rear with a smile. The sunshine reflected their young faces very ruddy. I think my parents, among those young people, like Guo Jing and Huang Rong in the martial arts, will attract envious eyes wherever they go.

In fact, my parents' marriage for decades has always been enviable among their peers. They also cherish it. In retrospect, in today's words, parents were always fashionistas at that time. The same family, surrounded by four walls, can start from scratch, live a rich life and have a new atmosphere every year. Father made the first pair of sofas in the whole street with a steel wire torsion spring; He used a plane, chisel, saw and axe to make the most leggy and fashionable furniture at that time. At that time, my uncle who was working in Langfang begged him to make a big wardrobe and transport it by car, which caused a sensation in the local area. Neighbors have followed the new style, but they just don't understand how the shutter door is designed. He traveled all over the city's hardware stores and installed the first 14-inch CRT TV set in the whole building with a circuit diagram. The neighbors who went home to watch TV every night turned their home into a small theater. He also enlarged the black-and-white wedding photos, colored them himself and hung them on the wall. Friends who came home in those days thought it was written by a photo studio. In my own job, I have always been excellent, and I have always been a unit leader with good reputation and respect. Their work achievements are recorded in the Records of Fushun No.3 Petroleum Factory and People. The love between parents is really deep and lasting. But I felt the destiny power of life itself in it.

What they love to tell me before they die is the topic related to my birth. According to my mother, her due date was earlier than that of yi zhu, but Ai Dong, who grew up streaking with me, was born early, and I seemed to be waiting for something. I didn't come to this world until I came to the hospital where my wife worked, at noon on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month-I was born standing up. To this end, my mother gave a cardiotonic and used oxygen. There were more than a dozen newborn children in the delivery room that day, and I was the only boy. At that time, Ai Dong had been born for three days. Twenty years later, he got married early, and then introduced her classmates to me through his wife Xiao Bi and became my wife. The time spent in my mother's body may be infatuated with her warmth and the joy of swimming in amniotic fluid, so learning to swim with her at the same time is better and faster than him. Later, he went to Shanghai, and when I had the chance to go, I asked my mother for advice-at that time, my father had died, and I gave up the idea of leaving Fushun because of my mother's reluctance. Now, it seems that such a decision also contains the power of fate. At the last moment, I was asked to stay with my mother to repay my mother's torture when I was born.

This old man, who always looks tough, never thought of hiding such a big patient. As a child, he really felt guilty. In 2009, from the first day to the fifteenth day, the elderly were all spent in the hospital. I went to three hospitals in the early stage of the examination and lived in the Second Hospital of Medical University from the sixth grade. I was hospitalized for more than half a month, and I don't know how I got here. Sister and sister's mood has been fluctuating, but in front of mother, try not to leave any trace, comfort her after the operation, and everything will be fine. From the preoperative examination, my mother didn't eat anything, plus enema, only a small amount of liquid food. An S-shaped knife more than a foot long is as insignificant as being scratched on us-no matter how much nutrient solution. The albumin obtained by a friend twice was rejected by the hospital for fear of quality problems, and then it was agreed after signing a guarantee. In my sleep, the hospital building will appear vaguely, and the dim light will light up at midnight-I often go to the fan-shaped corridor at the elevator entrance to smoke after my mother falls asleep. Looking out from there, the night in Shenyang is boundless, and the lights on the dotted high-rise buildings are welded together like metal silk threads, which reminds me of those blocks in my mother's abdominal cavity. Less than forty years after I came to this world from there, there was a crisis, and all the flowers withered and withered-the source of our life was so fragile.

After my mother was discharged from the hospital, I visited her at noon every day as usual. My sister and I take good care of my mother's daily life and diet. My mother is in good spirits and ruddy. I really hope all this is just a dream, and everything is as usual. But half a year later, I had to go to the municipal cancer hospital to accompany my mother for chemotherapy. My mother's illness rebounded and became more and more serious. On one occasion, there were as many as 7 bottles of ascites in the abdominal cavity. Go to several big hospitals such as provincial cancer to consult experts. Chemotherapy is the last resort. Those Chinese medicines my sister got from Shenyang didn't have much effect, so I had to tell her the real illness. Mom is much stronger than we thought, but she didn't sleep well that night when she knew the truth, so she faced the reality frankly. In this way, another year has passed, which is more than half a year as the doctor said. This year is the time when my mother's life perseverance and our efforts have won victory from death. In the last two months, the elderly can't live without people for 24 hours. He drinks thin food and vomits for a long time. The water is hard to swallow, and he relies on infusion to maintain his strength. He is skinny, much like his father's summer seven years ago. Fortunately, my mind has always been clear, and I gradually can't bear it. On her deathbed, my mother held my hand tightly and said with all her strength: You are my only son. My name is Mom. Hearing my crying, I never said a word again and soon died.

Is the mother's departure just a simple illness? Mom has always been strong. Shortly after his father retired, he was terminally ill, and his mother stayed with him without regrets and took care of everything for two years. As a son, I was in my thirties at that time, but I was ignorant and attached to my unimportant thoughts. It seems that I am with my mother, and I have to rely on everything. I only take care of my father when he goes to the hospital. At other times, my mother is working hard for my father's daily life. My father died in the summer of SARS. I wrote the eulogy of "Farewell to Thirty-five Years Old, Two Poems", which seemed to make me understand at once. My mother has become my greatest spiritual comfort. I went to see my mother as soon as I was free and went after lunch. I have also told many friends that filial piety is long overdue. At that time, I also felt that my mother recovered quickly from my father's pain. She goes downstairs to dance swords every morning and goes to Little Square for fitness and dancing at night. Especially when I saw that the heating in my mother's house was not good, my sister and I mobilized her to sell the old house and buy a new one. When we went through the formalities, we all gave up the right of inheritance, so that her old man moved into a spacious and bright new house as scheduled the next year; After the living environment became more and more comfortable, we encouraged her to relax as much as possible. She went to the Great Wall this year and Emei next year, and went to a place every year as long as she was happy-but it seems that love really has an providence, and the ease in the world can't stop the care in the world. Now I still remember that I asked my parents why they set the wedding date in early winter instead of March or autumn. My father smiled and glanced at my mother, who smiled and didn't answer. Later I realized that it was my mother's birthday.

One morning, my mother was dying, and she told me soberly: "The day your grandmother left was June 10, and the day your father left was July 7, and I'm leaving soon." The day my mother died was June 10, seven years after my father died. Perhaps in the past seven years, every time in the dead of night, she would look at the moon in the sky and meditate on Bai Letian's two poems: On the seventh day of July, In the Palace of Eternal Life and When this endless sorrow continues. Mother is eager to see her father before the Dragon Boat Festival. Missing for seven years, no more lamentation on July 7. Now, they can finally hold hands on Longshan and relive their romantic love.