What are the two meanings of "joy" in the joy of that year?

The "joy" in the joy of the year includes

1, "Joy" contains the mother's tolerance and love for her sons, educating her children in her own unique way and making them feel happy in life.

2. "Happiness" includes hours of naughty innocence between children, innocence of teenagers, mutual humility between brothers, gratitude to mothers, happy life of children and mothers under difficult circumstances, and infinite hope for life.

Original text:

The happiness of that year

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It should be 1966. When I was in high school, during the summer vacation, my mother gave me twenty cents to take my three younger brothers to the gathering and buy a catty of salt.

When the episode arrived, the little brother excitedly pointed to the food stall and shouted, "You are tall, hemp soup, wonton. Brother, didn't mom give you money! "

I stopped: "I have to buy salt!" " Twenty cents a catty of salt is enough for half a year. A bowl of wonton is twenty cents, and it's gone in a blink of an eye! "

The little brother didn't dare to say anything, but the second and third brothers stopped when they saw me glaring.

At the east end of the market is a department store, where salt is sold, but to get there, you have to cross the street selling all kinds of food. I walked fast in the street, for fear that my younger brother would be caught by something delicious. Of course, I was most worried about my little brother, so I grabbed his hand and walked away. Unexpectedly, he walked to a fried bean jelly stall and suddenly broke free from my hand and sat on the bench in front of the bean jelly stall.

My second and third brothers look at me. In fact, I was greedy by the special smell of fried bean jelly, but I still pulled my little brother: "Let's buy salt."

My little brother didn't leave, but he sat in front of the bean jelly stand. I lifted him up and he sat down again, like a pool of mud.

The master of the bean jelly stand knows a lot about public relations. He stopped looking at me when he knew I was in charge. He deliberately shouted: "One bite can solve the addiction for a year, only five cents a plate!" " As he spoke, he began to fry, and the oil creaked in the seeds, making the greedy insects in my stomach crawl everywhere.

I stopped talking and thought, if I eat a plate of bean jelly, I will lose two and a half pieces of salt! So I shouted: "Go, don't go, don't want you!" "

But my little brother is so determined that I can't scare him. He sat stiffly without looking at me.

I'm at the end of my rope. With twenty cents in his pocket, he turned his back on his third brother and the bean jelly stand. However, I can hear clearly every movement of the master of bean jelly frying, especially when he finally shoveled the bean jelly rice crust in Huang Cancan at the bottom of the pot. The master deliberately shoveled shallowly and slowly to lure people all over the street.

Bean jelly was shoveled into the plate, and chopsticks were heavily placed on the low table. Then, the plate of bean jelly hit the little brother hard.

I still don't look back. I know my three younger brothers must be watching me at this moment, waiting for me to talk.

The second brother tugged at my clothes and whispered, "Brother!" Seeing my silence, the third brother came up to me and looked at me timidly. I looked down and took a deep breath.

At this time, the little brother spoke: "Brother, it smells good. I'll just take one bite, and you three will eat the rest. "

This sentence of my little brother has touched me for decades. When I turned around and saw my little brother looking at me eagerly, I said softly, "Eat." He immediately smiled and picked up chopsticks, but only a little bit, put it in his mouth and didn't dare to chew. He seemed to be waiting for the bean jelly to melt in his mouth, but when he swallowed it, it was loud. I knew it was swallowed by saliva.

My little brother stood up, handed me the chopsticks and said sincerely, "Brother, it's delicious, and there is red bean paste in it!" " "I said," I don't like bean jelly. You three eat. " Pass the chopsticks to second brother.

The second brother and the third brother push each other. Let me eat one bite, and I will push naturally. My little brother picked up a chopstick to stir-fry bean jelly and sent it to my mouth. The reddish-brown sauce color and erratic white steam suddenly broke through all my defense lines.

I ate it. I swallowed quickly on purpose, but I didn't open my mouth and let the delicious food swirl in my mouth. Pass the chopsticks to your little brother at the same time.

My little brother pushed it again, so I divided the bean jelly into three piles on the plate and let each of them eat one pile. Then I put the chopsticks on the low table and said, "You eat, and I'll pay."

Unexpectedly, the three younger brothers ate two piles and left one for me to eat. I asked who didn't eat, and the second brother said that the younger brother didn't eat and left it to me.

I didn't speak again, but it was just three small pieces. I ate one piece, picked up two pieces and fed them to my little brother at once.

When I got home, my mother greeted us for dinner when she saw that our four brothers were all red. I put the salt bag on the salt pot, and my mother weighed it and said with a smile, "Eat."

In the first few months from this day, I always felt that the taste of the food was weak and the salt was less. I asked my brothers quietly, and they also said they felt it and were afraid to ask.

Many years later, I asked my mother if she had weighed the salt that day. My mother smiled and said, "How can I not weigh it?" ? ! "

I asked again, "Do you know where we spend our money?" Mom smiled and said, "What could be cheaper than the joy of buying four babies for five cents!" "