Talking about the love of parents.

Before talking about the love between parents, I want to talk about my grandparents first. My grandfather is the third brother, and he doesn't want to talk. My grandfather has been delirious all his life. My grandfather is the third, courageous, eloquent, primary school education, rural hukou.

I have two grandmothers, my uncle has never been married, my master has no girl who wants to marry, and my family is still very poor.

So my grandfather married two wives, and my grandmother died within two years. Married second grandma gave birth to 13 children.

Among them, boys 1 1, girls 2. It was very stressful for grandpa to have so many babies when he was hungry. But people in those days had faith in their hearts and seemed not afraid of these things at all. They went to the village as captains and got a certain salary, and then the eldest brother raised his younger brother and sister. In this way, my uncle and aunt survived, but unfortunately my uncle didn't.

I saw Emoko talking about cars the other day. The sewing machine in the lens is full of time, and Emoko's language is full of passion. I looked back at the sewing machine beside the bed. In the words of Emoko, it seems to be back in those days, using sewing machines as dowry, and the woman said I do.

Today, my fifth mother came to my house to chat. Maybe people like to talk about the past when they are old. Since she was born, her mother has been pregnant and has had three miscarriages before. She went to Mr. Yin Yang and said that she could only have three children after that. The name is Stop, Stop, Stay, and then she met me at school, six niang. So both of them married into our family. A few days later, my parents met and bought sewing machines, cotton and cotton.

Like ordinary people, they have children and raised adults for more than 40 years.

My parents, because they didn't say it in detail, only got a general understanding that my mother, the third of five brothers and sisters, and my father, ranked 13, met again in an old-fashioned blind date.

My mother's urban hukou has a shy beauty in the photos when she was young, which has all the characteristics of a traditional woman.

My father is a rural hukou. When he was young, he was a small man with small eyes He looked at the photo and was a very ordinary guy. But when I grew up, I found that there was basically nothing he couldn't do, so I worshipped my father.

After the blind date, my dad became a soldier and volunteered for 8 years. The 39th Army always talked about it. My mother waited for 8 years to visit him in Shenyang.

After that, my dad went back to his hometown to divide the bag and the house, and my parents followed in the footsteps of Uncle Wu and Wu Niang and married the sewing machine.

Compared with today, parents' love is really ordinary and great. In today's impetuous, young people are not strong enough inside.

A strong heart is made of suffering and faith.

True love is the love of parents.