Mom's essay on air conditioning

My sister called me and asked me to install an air conditioner for my mother. I was at the dinner party.

I quickly answered, of course, it is so hot, it should be! I suddenly felt a little guilty when I put the phone down. Why was this question first raised by my sister? Why didn't I come up with it?

The dinner was still lively, and I didn't show any remorse. I use my usual so-called sophistication to cope with pushing a cup for a change. Everyone is in high spirits. Although it is as hot as a stove outside, indoors, the hot air has already been melted by beer and air conditioning. To tell the truth, we ate very comfortably. After saying goodbye, I walked out of the hotel, shed my short-sleeved shirt and waddled on my way home. Dazzling street lamps, roaring air-conditioning noise, mixed with waves of heat waves, came at me head on, and my steps were slow and dignified.

Father and mother have been living in the old factory in the market town. There used to be a grocery store, which was empty in the middle, but it was designed as several small rooms in the corner, which could accommodate us respectively. Sometimes when there are not enough people, I still live in the attic. I always like to see the world under the floor through the luster of the cracks in the floor that have been dismembered into several lines. At that time, I was studying in the town, where my parents operated. The time we spent in our hometown can't be compared with the factory. Compared with our hometown in the mountains, that place is more like our home.

Later, I went out to study for a few years and returned to the old tutor primary school. Because my parents are doing small business there and my sister is helping them, I can only go there to save myself from cooking. I still live in a narrow room, but I still have a complete family.

I am dissatisfied with the crowded, dark, noisy, people coming and going and bargaining there. My father especially likes to stay for dinner. At noon, he drank a glass of his old man's house for half a day. The room is full of dust and spilled alcohol. I can't find a place I can think of as clean in the vast space, and it's hard to have even a little peace. I have no place to be anxious, and I look at these people who always seem to like convulsions with indifference or even disdain. Some people really come too many times, and I feel embarrassed for them, and I can't show my affection against my will, even though they are at least my customers and even relatives and elders. And my mother is very diligent, always smiling at all the people she knows and doesn't know, and explaining to me that she is afraid of leaving a bad impression in front of others. I always say that children only learn foolishly and don't understand the world at all. I hope you'll forgive me. Wait.

It is false to say that I am stupid in reading. At that time, I lived in a village, dressed as a "teenager who didn't know what to worry about", just like the whole world owed itself. A book can't be read, only a reader's coat is left. But it's hard for me to pretend to be humble and polite to these careless and rude middle-aged men. Therefore, in the face of my mother's guidance, I did not respond. I went straight to my little room, and my mother sighed slightly behind me.

This life goes on slowly. Perhaps the complete despair of the future has cooled my proud heart. Maybe living in the countryside all day and experiencing the hardships of farmers' life. I began to learn to face myself and my relatives around me. They may be humble, but they may be more straightforward and kind than us. After drinking ink for several years, I have no qualification and capital to look down on any of them.

That year, the place was destroyed by a fire, and hundreds of familiar or unfamiliar faces stood behind the desperate eyes of parents. They spent hours with us. In my hometown, whenever there is such a thing as cutting rice and beating hemp at home, the stone steps at my door will be crowded with many people, and no one is invited by us. My mother's highest courtesy is that as soon as she enters the village, almost everyone will call her "big sister, aunt, grandmother" and so on. It takes her much longer to get home than we do.

I seem to have learned manners inadvertently. It took me nearly a year to find out the exact name of everyone in the village. Greeting each other, I'm getting familiar with it.

Probably my sister got married. After I got married, my parents began to take care of their own factories. Two small bungalows were built in front of them, and then the ground in the workshop was leveled and covered with cement. Then they cut it into four small rooms in the workshop, hung the roof, connected the cable TV, and prepared the refrigerator and washing machine. Of course, it took them more than ten years to do this work, and it didn't cost us a penny. Now, I'm almost forty.

When I was nearly forty, I still couldn't get them to settle down. We both went to work and the children were left unattended. Mom came. It took her at least six years from junior high school to college. In these six years, my father is still repeating his life alone. My father didn't have any dissatisfaction and always advised our children to be more relaxed. But when he said this, he took the initiative to whisper when eating at my house, saying that he was afraid of affecting his children's study. At that time, my nose was sour and I almost didn't shed tears.

Father's strength is also reflected in that on the one hand, he and his mother take good care of us, on the other hand, he never gives up his efforts. In order to complete his house planning, in the first half of this year, he took a tree from the roof and wanted to make a screen window. Maybe he's too old to hug. A piece of wood hit him and broke four ribs at a time. Others will lightly accuse him of being wrong. I didn't say anything. I just hope he will get better as soon as possible. I know it's my father, an old man who is silent but always aggressive. While educating us to take good care of his grandson, he has no reason not to make his life better. After all, he has never lived in a decent house in his life.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly, and his mother always said that "good people are rewarded" was once again verified. I think it seems so!

The summer vacation began, and my mother went back. My family of three went to my father's. Although the outside looks unremarkable, the inside is very regular. I'm glad that they can finally live in a quiet and clean house.

I said I just need an air conditioner, but my mother said no. I am in poor health and can't stand the cold air of the air conditioner. Father also said, which rural people are not good, what air conditioning do you need?

However, no one expected that it was so hot this year, and the high temperature of more than 40 degrees continued to roast the world. We always hide at home and can't move a step. The constant temperature of the air conditioner made us forget the outside world. A pair of parents met the heat in the market town!

I quickly called my sister to deliver it tomorrow morning, no matter what the money is. Then I called my mother and said that the three of us would go there tomorrow to see you decorate the air conditioner.

Mom said no, it's hot tomorrow, so don't take the children. We will buy that air conditioner, so we don't want you to pay a penny. When it gets cold, we will come down for dinner.

I was silent for a long time after I put the phone down. At this time, there was a cool breeze from the cabinet air conditioner in the living room, and I instinctively folded my hands forward. Living in a constant temperature for a long time, have we forgotten something?

Or our emotions are gradually numb, and we don't realize it ourselves.

At this time in the countryside, parents may be sitting quietly in their small rooms, experiencing the sudden coolness and enjoying the extremely relaxed happiness that could have been earlier.

I think I'm late. Will I be late next time?

I don't think so. Some love will never be late. I'm afraid I'll forget it!

Mom installs air conditioning prose 2. When you know it, you scream desperately. The burning sunshine makes your eyes bright, and the thick summer meaning spreads in the air, making people breathless. But homesickness is coming, and even this weather can't stop me from going back to my mother's house.

This time, my mother didn't blame me as pitifully as in previous years: "Go back in such a hot day!" " "Mother's happiness is clearly written on her face. Or a quick-talking and naive little niece's words made me understand why. It turns out that a few days ago, we installed air conditioning in our house. I'm a little surprised that my mother agreed to install air conditioning.

The 60-year-old mother has faithfully inherited the fine tradition of hard work and thrift since she was a child. In our childhood life, the principle of life in our family is: save as much as possible, not as much as possible. We have never squandered a penny. We hope that a penny can be divided into two parts.

Many clothes we wore as children were given by relatives with good conditions in the city. Although this is old clothes, it is new to us. Just wearing it on your body, there are always familiar neighbors who ask, "Have you made new clothes again?" This makes young people feel very uncomfortable, and our self-esteem and vanity are severely hit. Every time I encounter such a situation, I hope my mother can make us a real new dress with her own money after telling her feelings, but I am always disappointed. This made my brother and I hold a grudge against my mother for many years. But she is more reluctant to part with herself. As far as I can remember, she has never changed into new clothes and has been wearing old clothes given by relatives. I remember one time, my father bought her a "ski shirt" for the first time, which is now an aviation cotton-padded jacket with a light goose egg color and a belt. She tried it on and it was beautiful. But the price should also be very expensive. Dissatisfaction is written on the face and I blame my father several times. It happened that several girls from the same village came to my house to play together. One of them took a fancy to the dress and showed an intention of owning one. My mother actually sold it to that girl, and that girl was very happy to have such fresh and beautiful new clothes before the Spring Festival.

When we were young, my mother was also extremely economical with electricity. At that time, electricity was still a luxury consumption in rural areas, right? Because there is a lot of farm work in the countryside, it gets dark every time we cook dinner, but she always ignores our request to turn on the light and refuses to open it. If one of us turns on the light, she will talk to you mercilessly and turn it off without discussion until the family can sit around and eat. Although the dim light came late, it filled the whole kitchen silently, drove away the darkness and made our hearts light up in an instant.

But I didn't expect that my mother, who lives so frugally, agreed to install air conditioning. Before this, my brother and sister-in-law had repeatedly expressed their intention to buy air conditioners, but they were stranded again and again because of their mother's disapproval. How can they ignore their mother's feelings under the same roof? Not only did I buy air conditioners this time, but I also bought two sets at once. I really didn't expect it.

However, there is nothing surprising when you think about it. Life is not what it used to be. Buying an air conditioner is not that you can't afford it or use it, but that your concept has not changed. With the changes of the times, the great richness of material and the more or less influence of people around, the mother's thoughts are changing little by little now. She is still diligent and thrifty, but she is no longer "ignorant" about life as we were children. A few years ago, because of the increasing population in her family, she also decided to buy a refrigerator, because a lot of food eaten by her grandchildren and grandchildren (I put my son in her house at that time) needed to be kept in the refrigerator. And there are many people, and there will be more leftovers every time. The refrigerator is open 365 days a year. Although she said that the meter must be as fast as lightning, she never turned off the refrigerator. In retrospect, when I was in the fourth grade, she also bought a TV set at the urging of my brother and me. Because my brother and I really want to watch TV. But in the days when there is no TV at home, even if we can't see our fingers in the dark at night, we will go to find people with TV together. Sometimes, people don't open the door because they have their own lives and don't want to be disturbed after a hard day. The dark night, the nameless birds, the rustling grass, and the deliberate nonsense of some older children filled my brother and me with inexplicable fears and fears. Later, she bought two electric fans under our desire. Electric fans were also a luxury when we were young.

It is unexpected for my mother to install air conditioning in this hot summer, but it is also reasonable. Mother, she is a materialistic mother, but she seems to understand the importance of moderate enjoyment in life. Her enjoyment is not only for herself, but also for us. We all like this change of mother. Because when we live comfortably, what we want most is that mom and dad live like us.

At night, in the air-conditioned room, my son and I fell asleep soon. That night, we slept soundly and sweetly