Family stories are summarized in five articles.

What is kinship? It is sweet milk that feeds our growth; It is bright eyes that guide us forward; What protects our hearts is gentle words; This is a severe punishment, urging us to correct our mistakes. We can't live without affection, just like a kite flying high can't get rid of a slender rope; We rely on family ties, like vines of melon beans wrapped around bamboo joints or fences; We have affection, like cold wheat covered with snow, warm as spring and happy as honey. For your convenience, I will introduce you to the story about affection below.

Family story 1

Allen loves to eat braised crucian carp since he was a child.

Every time I eat braised crucian carp, Alan's mother always brings the middle part of the fish to Alan's bowl, then the fish head to her father's bowl and the fish tail to her bowl. Alan asked strangely, "there is no fish head meat, and the fish tail is full of thorns." What is delicious? " Allen's mother told her, "Although the fish head has no meat, it tastes good when chewed. Your father can just drink. " . Although the fish tail has many thorns, the meat is tender. "Say that finish, she lowered her head and ate the fishtail carefully. As long as I can remember, Alan knew that her father liked to eat braised crucian carp heads and her mother liked to eat braised crucian carp tails.

Alan still loves to eat braised crucian carp after marriage, but the fish head and tail are difficult to handle. It turns out that her husband only likes to eat the middle part of the fish, not the head and tail. Every time to get rid of the fish head and tail, two people always quarrel. Sometimes Allen would force her husband to eat fish heads and fish tails by himself, but every time Allen was stabbed by the thorns on the fish tails, and her husband often threw the fish heads assigned to him into the trash can, which made Allen very unhappy. Next time, Allen asked her husband to eat fish tails and fish heads by himself, but her husband was often stabbed by fishbones, so he ate half of the fish head and had to throw it into the trash can because it was difficult to swallow. Every time the two couples quarrel over this at the dinner table, Alan misses the day when he ate braised crucian carp with his parents at home.

On this day, the young couple quarreled about the fish head and the fish tail again. Alan's husband was very angry and accused Alan: "It's not the old society now. We can't afford it. Since neither of us likes it, let's throw it away. Why do you have to force you to eat fish heads? I eat fish tails or I eat fish tails and you eat fish heads! " Alan was even more angry and blamed her husband for not making much money, but his style was quite big and it was also a waste. After the quarrel, the two men dug up sesame seeds from each other. Alan threw down his chopsticks in a rage and ran back to his mother's house in the dark.

Since Allen's father died, Allen's mother has been living alone. After Allen got married, she wanted to bring her mother to her, but Allen's mother refused anyway.

As soon as Allen pushed open his mother's door, a black cat suddenly ran over and bit Allen's trouser leg, which made Allen, who had been afraid of animals since childhood, scream. Allen's mother watched TV inside and came out to put the black cat in the toilet. Allen said unhappily, "Mom, why do you have a cat? It's too dirty. If you are alone, you can move in with us! " Allen's mother smiled and said, "Fool, how can a cat be dirty?" Cats are the cleanest animals. Mom loved cats since she was a child, and then she was pregnant with you. The doctor said that raising small animals would affect the health of the fetus, so mother had to reluctantly give the cat at home to others. For this matter, my mother also cried at that time. When you grow up, mom wants to have another cat, but you have been afraid of small animals and have to give up. Allen realized why his mother didn't want to live with him.

Allen's mother asked Allen why she came back so late. Did the young couple quarrel again? Allen breathlessly told the story. Allen's mother just smiled and said nothing. This makes Allen a little confused. She thought that her mother would take her side and scold her son-in-law.

The cat kept barking inside. Allen's mother told Allen that the cat must be hungry again, so it needs something to eat. Allen followed her mother curiously to watch her feed the cat, only to see Allen's mother open the cupboard door and take out a bowl of food from it. Allen almost cried out when he saw it. It turned out to be a bowl of braised crucian carp, but this bowl of braised crucian carp only has a head and a tail. Allen's mother saw Allen's doubts and told Allen that she had eaten the middle part of the fish at dinner. Allen let out a cry and thought, It seems that mom will save her favorite fishtail for tomorrow. But the truth is beyond her expectation. Mother actually poured the fish tail into the cat's bowl. Allen exclaimed, "Mom, you spoil it too much. How did you give it your favorite fish tail? " ! "

Allen's mother smiled and said, "Mom doesn't like fish tails! Your father doesn't like fish heads either! " Allen gaped at her mother and didn't understand what she was saying.

Allen's mother pulled Allen into the room and asked him to sit down. She told Alan that she loved braised crucian carp since she was a child, but she didn't like fish heads and tails. After marriage, she and Allen's father loved each other, and often gave each other the middle of the fish, scrambling to eat the head and tail they didn't like. In order to give each other the middle of the fish, sometimes two people will deliberately pretend to be angry and ignore each other until they see that the other party has finished eating the fish, and then they will happily eat the head and tail they caught. With Allen, the task of eating fish was handed over to Allen, leaving only the distribution of fish heads and fish tails. Because Allen's father was impatient, Allen's mother was afraid that he would be stabbed and resolutely accepted the task of eating fish tails. Allen's father was afraid that fighting in front of the children would misunderstand him, so he stopped quarreling with her, and gradually formed the habit that his father ate fish heads, his mother ate fish tails and Allen ate fish bodies. Allen's mother is always afraid to speak every time she eats fish, so as not to let the sting of the fish tail prick her. Sometimes Allen makes noise on the table, and she just laughs silently.

After eating her mother's words, Allen suddenly realized that she was embarrassed to say, "Mom, I know I was wrong!" " "

Going home the next day, Alan burned another crucian carp, and Alan's husband frowned at first sight. Alan smiled, took the fish to her husband's bowl, bowed his head and ate slowly with his tail. Husband looked at her strangely and asked her what happened today. Has the sun come out in the west? Allen looked up with tears in her eyes and told her husband what her mother said yesterday. After listening, Allen's husband waited for a while and looked at Allen for a long time, then put the fish head into his bowl. ...

Family story 2

In the year when he was born, family planning was strictly enforced, and people who gave birth to a second child in the village had to hide in other places, or they would be fined. Only he, the second child born aboveboard, is not bad at home, but because his brother suffers from congenital brain diseases, that is, mental retardation.

one

Mother waved a small bamboo pole in her hand and said to him, "Never touch your brother, remember?" Because he is afraid that he will hurt his brother. His parents even forbade him to enter their room, and even if he ate, he was allowed to eat alone in his cabin. He often squats outside his parents' door and looks inside. Seeing my brother makes my mouth water with laughter. In fact, when he was very young, he was deeply loved. Only when a child of similar age has learned to speak and walk, his eyes will be glazed over and he can't say a word. After checking that it was a brain disease, grandparents vented their grievances on their mother, who imposed them on him and often beat him up for a little thing. Sometimes, the mother holds her brother in the sun in the yard. He approached cautiously, so excited that he wanted to touch his brother's face. His mother pulled his brother aside like a plague and shouted at him, "Don't touch his brother, do you want to infect him?" On one occasion, while his parents were away, he looked at menstruation's younger brother from a distance, still laughing and drooling. My aunt was heartbroken and waved to him, saying, "Come, touch my brother's hand." He quickly dodged, slurred his words, and said intermittently, "Don't ... Don't touch, spread ... infect ..."

Aunt cried that day. He stretched out his hand to wipe tears for his aunt, but he was still laughing.

two

My brother grew up slowly and began to babble. Several times, my brother staggered towards him with his arms outstretched. He is so excited that his mother always rushes to take him away. Looking at the popsicles held by other children, he licked his lips and felt hot and thirsty. The children said, "If you crawl on the ground like a dog, I'll give you the popsicle." He learned, but instead of giving him popsicles, they laughed their heads off. Always slow to move, he suddenly got up from the ground and made a sudden snatch like crazy, which shocked the children. He ran home with a popsicle deeper and shallower, and the popsicle kept melting all the way. When he ran home, only a little pity was left. My brother is playing in the yard. When his mother wasn't looking, he held the popsicle in front of his brother and said, "Eat, eat, eat." Mother saw him gesturing to his younger brother with a small stick and hurried over to push him away. He fell to the ground, and the only remaining popsicle pole fell to the ground. He looked at it for a while and cried with a wow.

My brother has learned to speak, but no one has ever taught him to call him brother. How he wishes he could be called a brother by his younger brother like all his older brothers. To this end, whenever my brother plays in the yard, he will shout "Brother, brother" three meters away. He wants his younger brother to hear and learn to call him brother. One day, when he continued to call his brother, his mother shouted at him, "Go and play." At this time, my brother suddenly looked up at him and even called out "Brother" clearly. He had never been so excited-he jumped up and slapped himself in the face, suddenly ran over, hugged his brother hard, and tears and saliva flowed to his brother together.

three

He was raised by his classmates shouting "Brother Fool", and he hated this name. So he looked at his brother who had been smirking at him, and his heart was full of disgust. I once tore up with my classmates because of the name "idiot brother". He was pinned down by that classmate, and suddenly the other person's body left him lightly. That's his brother's hand.

He has never seen his brother lift the boy with such great strength and then fall to the ground. The boy immediately rolled on the ground and shouted pain. He's scared. They are in trouble. Father will beat him. At that moment, he hated his mother. Why did he give birth to a fool as his brother? He gave his brother a hard push and shouted angrily, "Who told you to mind your own business, you idiot?" My brother was knocked down by a tree and looked at him stupidly. That day, his father made him and his brother kneel side by side on the ground. When the bamboo pole fell mercilessly, his brother lay down on his body and trembled in pain and said, "Hit me."

One day, relatives in the city brought candy they had never seen before. His mother gave him 8 yuan and left 3 yuan for his brother. It's not the first time that this has happened. He accepted it as a matter of course. The next morning, my brother knocked on the glass outside the window and smirked at him. He reached out on tiptoe with two pieces of candy in his dirty palm. He paused and made no answer. When my brother reached out his hand again, it had become three pieces of candy, the only three pieces of candy my brother had. He said vaguely, "Eat, brother." I don't know why, but this time he suddenly didn't want it. My brother was so anxious that he stamped his foot and couldn't speak. He just peeled off the candy paper and stuffed it in his mouth. When he was eating sugar, he clearly saw the tears in his brother's eyes.

four

On the day my brother got the letter of admission to the university, his parents were so happy that his brother jumped for joy. In fact, my brother doesn't know what a university is, but he knows that he had a quarrel with his family. Nobody calls him a fool now, but "Wang Jun's brother". The night before he left home, his brother still refused to enter his house, just handed him a flower bag from the window. He opened it and found some new clothes. They were all made by my aunt a few years ago or sent by my menstruation in the city. It turns out that my brother has never worn new clothes for so many years. However, he and his parents never noticed. Only then did he find that his brother's clothes were worn out and his trousers were so short that he looked like a clown. His nose is a little sour. For so many years, what did he give his younger brother except the disgust in childhood and the neglect when he grew up? My brother is still a smirk many years ago, but his eyes are a little more expecting. He knows what this expectation means. Although my brother doesn't know that he has grown taller and his clothes are out of date, he can't wear them. But he still pretended to accept the clothes and asked happily, "Brother, is it nice?" My brother nodded very hard and opened his mouth wide when he smiled. He wrote two words on the paper: "Brother." Pointing to the word "brother", he said to his brother: "This word is pronounced" brother ",and" brother "is brother; He also pointed to the word' brother' and pronounced it' brother'. My brother is me. " "Brother" means a brother before a younger brother. On that day, he repeatedly taught me, but my brother insisted on pronouncing those two words as "brother", but he kept saying "brother, brother" intermittently but firmly. He cried when he walked out of his brother's door. My brother is telling him that in my brother's heart, my brother will always come first. No brother, no brother.

five

For a rural child, college life is particularly exciting, and he almost forgot that he has a brother with brain disease. When his mother called him at the post office, his brother went with him. Mom said a lot. Finally, the mother said, "You should talk to your brother, too." After my brother answered the phone, there was no sound for a long time. My mother took it and said, "Hang up, your brother cried and gestured on his chest, which means missing you." He wants his mother to give his brother the phone again. He wanted to tell him to teach him to write and bring him candy and snacks that are only available in the city, but he said, "Just hang up." Because he saw the curious eyes of his classmates in the dormitory, he didn't want them to know that he had a silly brother. In the summer vacation, he bought candy and snacks. On the way, he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered the candy that his brother forced into his mouth when he was a child. He couldn't help but feel his throat tighten and the sugar was slightly bitter in his mouth. For the first time, when he got home, he looked for his brother and shouted all over the yard, "Brother, brother, I'm back. What do you think I brought you? " It's just that he never found the brother who only giggled at him, the brother who was still wearing leggings in his late thirties. His father told him with tears in his eyes, "A month ago, your brother went into the river to save the drowning child. He couldn't swim himself. He pushed the child ashore, so he couldn't get up ... "His father squatted on the ground and burst into tears. "We owe that child so much!"

He sat alone by the river, and his memory of his brother was sometimes clear and sometimes vague. He took the paper out of his pocket and wrote "Brother" on it. This is his word. Here are two crooked and illegible words. Only he can see that this is written by his brother.

Family story 3

The colder the weather, the more eager for warmth.

It's getting colder and colder, plus a lot of trouble, it's getting colder and colder.

"Send you another box of pulses!" After dinner with my friend, I took his car back to my place in the dark. The room is very cold, and the water has just been drunk. I'm going to the grocery store across the street to buy some.

It's warm to hear such words from friends on winter nights. It's not because of the pulse of that box, but because I'm in a bad mood these days. My friends always take time out of their busy schedules to talk to me carefully, invite me to dinner, delay their work and send me to various meeting places. Sometimes it's just silence, but I can feel the sincerity in my friends' hearts.

This simple warmth is touching.

Many years ago, in my most difficult study years, I almost gave up because of family embarrassment and inner pressure. At the beginning of the second year of senior high school, the tuition fee suddenly rose from less than 300 yuan in 200 yuan. Mom emptied all the pockets in the house, only one hundred and twenty dollars. My mother, who always supported me through high school, looked at me with a puzzled face. This scene is undoubtedly waiting for me to tell a decision that she struggled with internally. Looking at my sad and speechless appearance, my mother dragged me to my neighbor Du's house. When Du was young, he went west to work as a worker in Hami Coal Mine. A few years ago, my son took over and retired home. The old gentleman has a strange temper and doesn't have much contact with people. What he does in a day is to go out for tea and go home to sweep the floor. Every afternoon, he always sings loudly and reads his box of ancient books under his clean bamboo forest. Because I love books, I borrowed them several times, which is very popular among a group of children in the village who don't like reading. After listening to his mother's faltering narrative, Du gave generously without saying anything. Facing my shy mother and me shivering in the depths of my mother, he took out 300 yuan. At that time, it was a lot of money. Later, after a long time, I sold two pigs before returning them. But this friendship and the warmth behind it have always been treasured in the depths of the soul.

I remember that at about the same time, my brother, who was studying in another neighbor, read Singapore's prose collection "Life in the Light Shadow". The passage at the end of the first essay "There is a lamp in my heart" has always touched my heart and I miss that passage very much. In fact, what I miss is that that simple sentence brought me unknown warmth in the bitter cold of that year: in the coldest winter, I have a lamp in my heart, working hard and looking forward to the arrival of gorgeous spring.

I'm afraid to recall those days, and I'm afraid of the feeling that "all my days with kerosene lamps are tears". But I am very grateful for keeping myself sensitive to any subtle warmth in my life in those years.

Sun Xiao, who works in Qinghai Oilfield, told me online that the wild spike I found for you is finished. Please wrap it up and I'll give it to you when I come back next time. It will definitely help you ward off evil spirits and make you happy. When I saw this sentence on the Internet, I almost cried at the other end of the network, for the sake of this rare wild spike in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the warmth of the Northwest Plateau conveyed behind this wild spike. Sun Xiao is one of the students I have taught with little contact. After graduating from college, he went to Qinghai and worked in petroleum in a place where no birds shit. The young man is practical, serious and nostalgic. I heard that I was depressed recently and suddenly became feudal and superstitious, saying that I must find the wild spike of the local hunter to make the teacher happy. This heart is much more precious than that spike.

In the afternoon, I took part in the evaluation of a speech contest, so I ended it early. I went to the kindergarten to pick up my son, and he was very happy. He skipped all the way and said a lot. Although my son is only five years old, he is older than his actual age, and many words are full of adult flavor. "Dad, why did you buy a new mobile phone for your mother to play games, but not for yourself? When I grow up, I will buy you an Apple phone, and you can use it to play games. " Watching me take out the worn-out Nokia to answer the phone, my son said casually. This casual remark, like lightning, hit my heart quickly and accurately, making me almost burst into tears. Because of my personality, I feel more guilty about my mother and son, but these two people have given me extraordinary warmth.

When I came back from a meeting in a place that day, I heard two friends chatting in the car and said that the warmest words in the world were: nothing, and me.

I really want to know, if one day I lose everything, become nothing, flustered, who will stand by and say this to me.

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Family story 4

That day, my father called and said that his stepdaughter Wang Xiaohuan was going to practice in a hospital near my home and asked me to make room for her. I replied stiffly, "I don't want others to live here."

10 years ago, he divorced his mother and her mother went abroad alone. At that time, I married my father at the age of 0/7. Two years later, he remarried. I asked him if I could live alone in the old house, and he agreed. I have been used to living alone for 8 years.

Unexpectedly, the next day, my father still brought Wang Xiaohuan. Wang Xiaohuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister, I won't bother you too much." Don't be a good boy, I think, since I can't send this plague away, I'll have to fight her hard.

The next day after work, I deliberately dawdled until late to go home. I didn't give Wang Xiaohuan the key. If I don't go home, she can't get in. I was startled when I opened the door. Wang Xiaohuan happily sat in the living room, eating rice and watching TV. I asked her angrily, "How do you have the key to your home?"

"Dad gave it to me." She smiled with a good temper and got up and picked up a pair of chopsticks for me. "Come on, let's eat together."

I slammed the bedroom door and looked determined.

Unexpectedly, she did something even more embarrassing. When I came home that day, there were several people in the room. Wang Xiaohuan enthusiastically introduced her friends to me. I didn't want to embarrass her in front of outsiders, so I barely greeted them.

What subjects? Wang Xiaohuan's colleague was very enthusiastic and insisted on taking me to the movies, so I had to sit down. That night, a group of people laughed, and I had a different kind of happiness.

One Sunday, after I got up, I found a huge birthday cake on the coffee table in the living room. I opened it curiously, and it said, "Kiki and Xiao Huan wish Dad a happy birthday."

I was interested and immediately became angry. Why did she write my name on it?

Wang Xiaohuan came back with a bunch of flowers: "Get up? Let's have breakfast, and then let's celebrate dad's birthday. Today is his sixtieth birthday. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This may be dad's last birthday. He has liver cancer, which is already advanced. "

I only felt that the thunder was much louder than the rain, and I trembled and asked, "What did you say?"

Finally, Wang Xiaohuan and I took a bus to celebrate my father's birthday. My father was surprised and happy to see me. On the way home, I asked Wang Xiaohuan how long his father could last. She smiled and said, "I lied to you. My father is not sick. " I was in distress situation, but I was relieved to see my father's smiling face.

A few days later, when I got off work, I found Wang Xiaohuan packed her things to go. Xiao Huan said, "Actually, I didn't want to live with you at first. My father begged me. He hopes that after living with me for a while, you will change. Anyway, I didn't live here for nothing. "

Dad begged her to come? This is completely beyond my expectation. I bowed my head and said nothing, and a faint warm current surged in my heart. I suddenly want to say to her, crazy girl, keep calling me sister. I like having a sister like you.

Family story 5

My family is in a remote mountain village, and it is conceivable that my family is not rich. I have a five-year-old brother. Once I couldn't resist the temptation of a beautiful handkerchief and stole fifty cents from my father's drawer. Father found that there was less money that day, so he let us kneel by the wall and hold bamboo poles so that we could admit who took them. I was too scared to speak. When my dad saw that we didn't admit it, he said, those two fight together. Say that finish, he raised the bamboo pole. Suddenly, the younger brother grabbed his father's hand and said, "Dad, it's me. Don't hit my sister. " The bamboo pole in my father's hand fell mercilessly on my brother's back and shoulders. My father gasped and scolded, "Take things from home now and grow up." That night, my mother and I held my scarred brother, and he didn't shed a tear. At midnight. I burst into tears, and my brother put his hand over my mouth and said, don't cry, sister, I'm finished anyway. I've always hated myself for not having the courage to admit it. Many years later, I still remember my brother blocking the bamboo pole for me.

My brother and I are both good students with excellent academic performance. In the same year, I was admitted to the university, and my brother was admitted to the provincial key high school. Although this is a happy event, I am puzzled by the tuition fees. My brother said he would stop reading. My father slapped his brother and said it was worthless. I was selling iron for you two. Go out to borrow money. I stroked my brother and said, you have to study. Boys can't walk out of the ravine without studying. At that time, I decided to give up the opportunity to go to school.

Unexpectedly, before dawn the next day, my brother secretly took some clothes and steamed bread and left. Leave me a note: don't worry, sister, it's not easy to get into college. I go out to work for your school. I held the note and cried on my bed.

Over the years, my brother has given up many things for me.

When my brother was 24 years old, at his wedding, the host asked him who he respected most. Without thinking, he replied, My sister.

My younger brother told a story that I can't remember: when I first went to primary school, my school was in a neighboring village, and my sister and I had to walk for an hour every day to get home. One day, I lost a glove, so my sister gave me one of hers. She walked so far with gloves on. When I got home, my sister's hands were too cold to carry chopsticks. From then on, I vowed to be kind to my sister all my life.

The audience applauded and the guests turned to me.

I said, the most grateful person in my life is my brother. At this happiest time, I can't stop crying.

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