Be grateful in your heart and be thankful in your deeds

One day, one day and night. One year old, one cold spring. One thought, one pagoda. A lifetime, a sigh. Laugh halfway, cry halfway and you’re home. There are always two meals that I eat with tears every year, one is the dumplings I get on the bus, and the other is the noodles I get off the bus. My nose always gets sore while eating. Especially during the meal before returning to the army, almost no one at home dared to speak, as they were afraid of crying again. I also held back my tears. As long as I could endure it until I turned around after parting, it would be considered a success, even if I cried later. There was a ruckus.

I remember that when I came home from vacation last year, my uncle was very happy. The eldest sister said that my spirit has changed since I came back. She loves to talk and laugh. She also tells everyone that her son is currently attending a military academy in Beijing and will become an officer when he returns to the army. Every time at this time, my heart is always bitter. I have never done anything for you, but you have always regarded me as proud. And aren't my achievements today all due to you? In a family that is not rich, you always want to give me the best.

The one-month vacation every year is so short. Except for visiting relatives and meeting friends, we can’t actually stay at home for a few days. Therefore, next time you take a vacation, you must go back quietly and not let too many people know. I wish I could spend more time with you at home and cook more meals for you. Don’t you always say that the meals I cook are delicious? You are getting older and your temper is not as bad as before, but you are more attentive than before. When you go to bed at night, you still run to ask me if I am cold, and I don’t have a lot of quilts on me? Isn't this what I should do to you? It turns out that in your eyes, I am still just a child in my thirties.

My parents died early. It was you and my aunt who worked hard to raise me. You gave me unreserved love. It can be said that you are better to me than your own children. Without you, I would not be able to do anything. He has long been living on the streets or has died in this world. It is impossible for him to be where he is today. Haruki Murakami said: You must remember those who held an umbrella for you in the heavy rain, those who helped you block foreign objects, those who hugged you silently in the dark, those who made you laugh, those who chatted with you all night, those who took the car People who come to visit you, people who cry with you, people who stay with you in the hospital, people who always think of you, people who take you around, people who say they miss you. It is these people who make up every bit of warmth in your life, and it is this warmth that keeps you away from the haze. Yes, you gave me a whole home and a whole world, but what should I give you in return now?

In the eyes of parents, children are always their pride. They are like this when they are young, and they are still the same when they grow up. So whenever I receive an award in the army or school, I always mail the certificate and medal home immediately, making the elderly happy. The elderly themselves are happy when they see it, and they can also show it off to others, just like a child. As you get older, your ears don’t work so well and your eyesight gets blurred easily. When I graduated from the military academy, I sent my graduation photos home. The old man looked for me for a long time but couldn't find me. He said that you all wore the same military uniforms, and they all looked the same to me.

When I was young, I always wanted to go out alone and see this colorful world. I thought that one day I would be able to make achievements, return home in fine clothes, and bring glory to my family. Later, I felt that the world was too far away, and I just wanted to stay, let time slow down, walk with you, climb mountains, grow vegetables, raise flowers, and listen to you tell stories about the production teams of your time...