Parental love

1, the love of parents' generation may not be as romantic as that of young people now, but their love is stable and long-lasting. Take Qi Mei as an example.

Modern people always love to death, so much that they can go through fire and water for each other, so much so that life becomes gloomy without each other, and some even try to die after losing a relationship. It seems that only such feelings can be regarded as love. It seems that only such feelings can make us feel that we really loved, really loved and really young. But even so, the number of young couples or lovers who really spend their lives together is decreasing.

However, what is the love of parents? Most of them fall in love after marriage. Most of them don't have beautiful wedding dresses, grand weddings and luxurious wedding cars, but they are so indifferent to each other, from blue to white hair.

Watching you from hair to white hair is probably the most romantic love of your parents!

Father is an inarticulate and even emotionally dull person, but every time he talks about his mother, his eyes are full of light. My father and mother are classmates in middle school. At that time, my father was a typical representative of poor students, while my mother was just the opposite, a model of good students that he could never reach.

It was an era when men and women didn't talk much, but my father said that he knew his mother at that time, but her mother didn't pay attention to herself. Mom only knows that there is such a boy in the class, who is the nephew of the math teacher. Every winter in class, boys always secretly bake sweet potatoes on the earthen stove behind the classroom. Of course, sweet potatoes are stolen. According to my father, when they went to school, there was no heating in the classroom. In winter, a stove was built behind the classroom to keep everyone warm. Because the math teacher always hates iron and scolds his nephew, and his mother knows that his father exists, theoretically his father should thank his uncle for letting his mother remember him.

Every time I talk about my father baking sweet potatoes, my mother always despises it, complaining that my father has made the classroom smell of sweet potatoes, and everyone who is not full is even more reluctant to learn. My father argued loudly and innocently: I don't have enough to eat because there are many sisters at home. Where can I care so much? Eating baked sweet potatoes in winter is my happiest thing.

You see, although neither of them has ever been in love before marriage, their unique bitter memories are full of love in my brother's ears and mine. The taste of not liking each other but loving each other.

The parents were introduced by the matchmaker. As soon as my father heard that the blind date was my mother, he immediately agreed. He remembers the good student who was called "Sun Red". On the other hand, my mother doesn't remember her father's appearance, but she only heard from her grandfather that he was a good man. In this way, the mother followed her father in a confused way, which is what the mother said. And for life.

Mom and dad often quarrel and bicker, thinking that mom always exposes dad's shortcomings: if I had known it was the bad student who didn't study hard and made trouble every day, I would never go on a blind date. And my father is always silent at this time. After a long time, he will shout back: Do you regret it? Then why don't you follow me ... and then turn around and leave without waiting for my mother to reply, which is a bit like running away. When I came back, it was as if nothing had happened. I have something to tell my mother, who is also stubborn. She is always embarrassed for several days to reply to her father. At this time, my father will talk like a child, as if to make up for what he didn't say in those days.

I asked my mother quietly: Did my father ever tell you that he loves you or something? My mother blushed. Yes, I saw her blush and stared at me and said, how can a person without taste know love?

However, I believe that my father loves my mother, although he has never said love to her all his life. I also believe that my mother loves my father, because my father was hospitalized for cancer that year, and my mother decided to take out all the savings at home to save my father. She took care of her father who was unconscious after the operation day and night. Moreover, my father was ill, because my mother was afraid of bad results, and my brothers and sisters couldn't bear it and didn't tell us. Such a thin mother was alone without telling her father's illness. My brother and sister accompanied him to Beijing for surgery and then brought him back safely. I believe her mother must love her father.

They didn't say love to each other, they quarreled and quarreled, and their mother always said she regretted it. But they never wanted to be apart, and now they are still quarreling, and dad is still looking for reasons to talk to his mother. Isn't this love? I think this should be the best state of love, dislike each other and then accompany each other. Actually, I should never really dislike it.

My graduate tutor is a person who has a great influence on me like my father. He taught me to study and live like my father. It's just that I didn't learn his essence, but I inherited some dross.

Let's call him Lao Xue. I like to call him that. I feel kind. I have always regarded him as another father in my heart, and he has a fatherly heart for me.

In his spare time, Lao Xue talked about his love with Jenny. Unlike his father, it is obvious that Lao Xue is romantic, and his love can be said to be the love representative of intellectuals of that era. Listening to Lao Xue's intermittent story, he met his Jenny at school. Later he went to Japan to study, and he insisted on writing to her every month. Now that the letters are still preserved, Lao Xue should look down on me, an unrealistic person who loves to talk on the phone.

On several weekends, I went to the classroom and passed by Lao Xue's office. I saw him curled up on the sofa and sleeping. I am surprised that such a dean-level person, whose home is on campus, is lying here suffering. Later, the English teacher joked with me: Lao Xue is not afraid of anyone, most afraid of his wife. It dawned on me that Xue didn't want to go home and let Jenny worry about cleaning up! Old Xue must not be afraid of Jenny, he just loves Jenny very much.

Later, Lao Xue proudly told me: Women want to study and read more books. I silently wonder what happened to him. He's not a woman. Then Lao Xue said: I found that my wife is getting more and more awesome, more and more tasteful, and more and more angry. But when Lao Xue said it, he didn't complain at all, and he was a little proud. Listen, listen, I am very interested, and I can't help asking loudly: Why is it different? Lao Xue went on to say: I like to go out for a drink and chat with my friends now. Everyone is on the wine table, and a group of men are nothing more than dirty jokes, so the time for reading is short. And my wife is reading books, literature and culture every day. Before, she just worshipped me. It's different now. She knows more than I do. I had to listen to her quietly. Sometimes people say a topic that I don't understand at all and have to ask. Lao Xue said. But his expression is proud. What is he proud of? Of course, he is proud of having such an excellent wife.

I have never heard old Xue say how much he loves Jenny. I said he doesn't love Jenny. Can you believe it? Right? I don't even believe you. Love is all in his words and deeds, between the lines. That's respect, it's lovely love.

Later, I finally had the opportunity to meet my legendary Jenny. What kind of woman is that? She is neat, gentle, dignified and has no airs. She talks to me about Kan Kan, just like a relative I haven't seen for a long time. It is such a woman who can win the unruly heart of Lao Xue, I thought silently. I still clearly remember Jenny telling me that if you have any difficulties, just tell Lao Xue to help you solve them. That's great love! One of her husband's disciples loves herself. Two people with love like this believe that their lives will not be very bad. I haven't contacted Lao Xue for a long time and miss him very much.

Parents' love is generally like this. Their love is not so romantic and vigorous, but it is the most restrained and practical. One love is a lifetime.

I wish parents in the world health and happiness and love each other for life.