Touching story

People who are children must watch it! ! I don't regret the story of a family of three.

At noon one day, a woman who picked up junk sent it to a junk collection station to sell, and then rode back on a tricycle. When she passed an empty alley, a gangster suddenly jumped out of the corner of the alley. The gangster has a knife in his hand. He put it on the woman's chest and fiercely ordered her to hand over all the money. The woman stood there motionless in fright.

The gangster began to search. He found a plastic bag in the woman's pocket, which contained a stack of banknotes.

The gangster took the stack of money and turned away. At this time, the woman reacted and immediately rushed forward and snatched the plastic bag. The gangster pointed a knife at the woman and threatened to stab her and let her go. Women, on the other hand, hold the bag of money tightly with both hands and never let go.

While protecting the bag, the woman desperately called for help, and the cry for help alarmed the residents in the alley. People heard voices and went to catch gangsters together.

They took the gangsters and women into the nearby police station, and a policeman received them. At the trial, the gangster confessed to the robbery. And that woman stood there shivering, cold sweat on her face. The policeman comforted her: "You don't have to be afraid." The woman replied, "I am in pain. My finger was broken by him. " When she raised her right hand, people found that the index finger of her right hand was drooping softly.

I would rather break my fingers than let go of my wallet, which shows the number and weight of my wallet. The police opened the plastic bag wrapped with banknotes. Suddenly, everyone present was shocked. There is only 8.50 yuan in the bag, all of which are 1 20 cents.

For $8.50, a broken finger and a criminal. It's really not worth it. At that time, the whole town was in an uproar.

The police are at a loss: what force is supporting this woman, so that she can't give up this small 8.50 yuan in the pain of broken fingers? He decided to find out the answer. So, after sending the woman to the hospital for treatment, he followed her in order to find the answer to the question.

But surprisingly, women started frying fruits in a fruit stall soon after they walked out of the hospital gate, and picked them so carefully. She bought a pear, an apple, an orange, a banana, a cane and a strawberry for 8.50 yuan. She chose every kind of fruit on the fruit stand until she spent 8.50 yuan.

The policeman opened his mouth wide in surprise. Save $8.50 at the expense of a finger, in order to buy some fruit to taste?

The woman carried a bag of fruit and went straight to the cemetery in the suburbs outside the city. The police found that the woman had gone to a secluded place where there was a new grave. The woman stood in front of the new grave for a long time, with a pleased smile on her face. Then she leaned her bag against the tombstone and muttered, "Son, mom is sorry." Mom didn't have a skill and couldn't cure your illness, so you died young when you were just 13 years old. Do you remember? When you were leaving, mom asked you what your greatest wish was. You said, I have never eaten whole fruit. If only I could eat delicious fruit. Mom is ashamed of you, even your last wish can't be satisfied. In order to treat you, there is no money to buy fruit at home. But, son, by yesterday, mom finally paid off all the debts she borrowed for your treatment. Mom earned 8.50 yuan again today. Son, mother can buy fruit. Look, oranges, pears, apples and bananas are all good. All the intact fruits that mom bought for you. They are not bad at all. Mom carefully selected one by one. You eat, son. Have a taste. .....

The second article

People will spend their whole lives in pursuit of fame and fortune in the world and strive for happiness for their other half and children, but how much have they paid for your parents who have given their whole lives? The world is always unfair. Why do parents have to worry about their children until they die, and children only know this and that? May you remember your kindness and give your love!

The daughter-in-law said, "It's tasteless when cooked lightly. Now that it's salty, you can't swallow it. What's the matter with you? When the mother saw her son coming back, she sent the rice to her mouth without saying anything. She glared at him angrily. He took a bite and immediately spit it out. The son said, "didn't I tell your mother not to eat too salty when she was sick?" "That's great! Mom is yours, you can cook it later! " The daughter-in-law returned to her room angrily.

The son sighed helplessly, and then said to his mother, "mom, stop eating." I'll cook you some noodles. " 」

"Son, do you have anything to say to your mother? If there is, don't hold it in your heart! 」

"Mom, the company will promote me next month, and I will be very busy. As for my wife, she said she really wanted to work, so ... "

The mother immediately understood her son's meaning: "Son, don't send your mother to a nursing home." The voice seemed to be crying. The son was silent for a while. He is looking for a better reason.

"Mom, there is nothing wrong with nursing homes. You know that once your wife works, she won't have time to treat you well. Isn't it much better for the elderly to have food, shelter and care than to stay at home? 」

"But, uncle CAI, he ..."

After taking a bath and eating a bowl of instant noodles, my son went to the study. He stood at the window blankly, hesitating. His mother was widowed when she was young and brought him up with great pains for him to study abroad. But she never threatened his filial piety by sacrificing her youth as a bargaining chip. Instead, his wife threatened him with marriage! Do you really want your mother to live in a nursing home? He asked himself that he couldn't stand it.

"The person who can accompany you for a lifetime is your wife. Is it your mother? Uncle Cai's son always reminds him like this.

"Your mother is so old, if you are lucky, you can live a few more years. Why not take advantage of these years to be filial to her? The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise and the relatives are not there! Relatives always advise him like this.

My son dare not think about it any more, for fear that he will really change his mind. In the evening, the sun gathers on the scorching golden light and hides behind the mountain to rest. An aristocratic sanatorium built on a hill in the suburbs. Yes, the more money you spend, the more relieved your son will be. When the son led his mother into the hall, a comedy was playing on the brand-new TV and the 42-inch screen, but the audience didn't laugh at all. Several old women with the same clothes and hairstyles sat askew on the sofa, looking dull and lonely.

An old man was talking to himself, and one was slowly bending down to pick up the biscuits that had fallen to the ground.

Knowing that his mother likes light, his son chose a sunny room for her. Looking out of the window, there is a lot of grass in the shade. Several nurses pushed the old man in a wheelchair for a walk in the sunset, and the silence around them was sad. Although he saw the sun, all his glory had reached dusk after all, and his heart was low.

"Mom, I ... I'm leaving!" Mother can only nod. When he left, his mother waved frequently. Her toothless mouth was open, and her pale and dry lips mumbled as if she wanted to talk. Only then did the son notice his mother's silver-gray hair, sunken eyes and fine wrinkled face. Mom, I'm really old!

He quickly remembered an old childhood story. He was only 6 years old that year. His mother had something to do when she went back to her hometown, so she couldn't take him with her, so she put him in Uncle Achai's house for a few days. When his mother left, he held her leg in horror and refused to let go. He cried sadly and loudly, "mom, don't leave me!" Mom, don't go! 」

Finally, mother didn't leave him. He left the room in a hurry and closed the door behind him, afraid to look back, fearing that the memory would haunt him like a ghost. When he got home, his wife and mother-in-law were frantically throwing things in his mother's room. The 3-foot-high trophy-that is the winner of his primary school composition contest "My Mom" 1! Huaying dictionary-that's a birthday present 1 that my mother bought for him all month! There is also the rheumatism oil that my mother needs to wear before going to bed. What's the point of taking it to a nursing home without him rubbing it for her?

"That's enough, don't throw it away!" The son roared.

"So much garbage, don't throw it away, how can I put my things?" My mother-in-law said grumpily.

"That's right! Get your mother's rotten bed out quickly, and I'll add a new one to my mother tomorrow! 」

A pile of childhood photos are displayed in front of my son, which his mother took to the zoo and amusement park.

"They are my mother's property and can't be lost! 」

"What is your attitude? I want you to apologize to my mother because you were too loud to her! 」

"When I marry you, I will love your mother. Why can't you love my mother when you marry me? 」

The night after the rain is particularly cold and quiet, the streets are bleak, and pedestrians and vehicles are particularly scarce. A BMW is speeding on the road, running red lights frequently, getting stuck in a yellow box and whistling past. The car ran all the way to the nursing home on the mountain, stopped and went straight upstairs, pushing open the door of mother's bedroom. He stood like a ghost, and his mother stroked her rheumatic leg and sobbed.

Seeing her son holding the bottle of essential balm in his hand, she was obviously comforted and said, "Mom forgot to bring it, but fortunately you did!" " He went up to his mother and knelt down.

"It's late, mom can wipe it herself. You are going to work tomorrow. Go home! 」

He mumbled something for a while, and finally could not help sobbing: "Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"! Let's go home! 」

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When I grow up, I look at my parents, my face becomes haggard from youth, my hair turns white from black silk, and my movements become slow from swiftness. How painful! Parents always leave us the best and most precious things, burning themselves like candles to illuminate their children! What about me? Have you made room for my parents, or do I only think of them when I need to dock ... In fact, my parents really don't want too much, just say hello casually, "Mom and Dad, how are you today? Buy a snack at will, cook an ordinary dinner, cover them with a quilt before going to bed, and help them wear clothes and gloves in cold weather ... which can make them happy and warm for a long time. Sometimes, I often think: I hope my children can treat me like this in the future. Now, do I treat my parents like this? I believe that people are interlocking; How do you treat your parents now? How will your children treat you in the future? Friend, the most difficult thing to repay in the world is the kindness of parents. I hope we can all respect our parents with a heart of giving back and filial piety with a heart of gratitude!

The third article

Treat her well in my life.

My home is in a remote mountain village, and my parents are farmers with their backs to the loess. I have a brother who is three years younger than me. Once, I stole fifty cents from my father's drawer in order to buy a flower handkerchief that all girls have. Father found that there was less money that day, so he let us kneel by the wall with bamboo poles and admit who stole it. I was so frightened by the scene that I bowed my head and dared not speak. Father refused to admit when he saw us, saying that they had played together. Say that finish, he raised the bamboo pole in his hand. Suddenly, his brother grabbed his father's hand and said loudly, Dad, I stole it, not my sister. Hit me! The bamboo pole in my father's hand fell mercilessly on my brother's back and shoulders. Father was so angry that he sat on the kang and scolded, "You know how to steal from home now. Will it be all right when you grow up?" I'm going to kill you. You're so disappointing. "That night, my mother and I held my bruised brother, and he didn't shed a tear. In the middle of the night, I suddenly cried. My brother put his little hand over my mouth and said, Sister, don't cry. Anyway, I'm finished.

I 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. That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 1 1 year old.

When my brother graduated from middle school, he was admitted to a key high school in the county. At the same time, I also received the admission notice from the provincial university. That night, my father squatted in the yard, smoking a cigarette in his bag, still mumbling. They are both so disappointing. Mother secretly wiped her tears and said, "What's the use of being competitive? What's the excuse? " ? The younger brother walked up to his father and said, Dad, I don't want to study. Anyway, I'm full. The father slapped his younger brother and said, Why are you so worthless? Even if I sell iron, I will give you both up. Then he turned and went out to borrow money from door to door. I stroked my brother's swollen face and said, you have to continue reading. If a boy doesn't study, he will never get out of this poor ravine. My brother looked at me and nodded. At that time, I had decided to give up the opportunity to go to school.

Unexpectedly, before dawn the next day, my brother secretly left with some rags and some dry steamed buns, leaving a note on my pillow: Don't worry, sister, it's not easy to get into college. I'll go out and work for you. Brother.

I held the note and lay on the kang, crying. That year, my brother 17 years old and I was 20 years old.

With the money borrowed by my father from the village and the money earned by my brother moving cement on the construction site, I finally went to junior year. One day I was reading in the dormitory, and my classmates came in and called me, Mei Zi, a fellow villager looking for you. Why would a fellow villager look for me? I went out and saw my brother waiting for me in the distance, wearing overalls covered with cement and sand. I said, why did you tell my classmates that you are my hometown?

He smiled and said, look at me dressed like this, saying that I am your brother, and your classmates don't laugh at you?

As soon as my nose is sour, my tears come down. I patted the dust on my brother and choked and said, you are my brother. No matter what you wear in your life, I'm not afraid of jokes.

He carefully took out a butterfly hairpin wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, measured it on my head and said, I think all the girls in the city wear this, so I'll buy one for you. I couldn't hold back any longer, crying with my brother in my arms in the street. That year, my brother was 20 years old and I was 23 years old.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, I saw that the glass that had been lost for many years was installed and the room was spotless. I spoiled my mother after my boyfriend left. I said, mom, why did you keep the house so clean? Mother is old and smiles like a chrysanthemum, saying that your brother will come back early to clean up. Did you see the cut on his hand? I scratched it when I was loading the glass.

I walked into my brother's cabin and saw his thin face. I was very sad. He still smiled and said, the first time you brought a friend home, you were a college student in the city. You can't make people laugh at our family.

I put medicine on his wound and asked him, does it hurt?

He said, no pain. I was at the construction site and my feet were so swollen that I couldn't put on my shoes. I'm still working ... I keep silent in the middle.

I turned my face away and cried. That year, my brother was 23 and I was 26.

After I got married, I lived in the city. My husband and I tried to bring my parents to live together several times, but they refused, saying that we didn't know what to do when we left the village. The younger brother did not agree, saying, elder sister, you should take care of your brother-in-law's parents wholeheartedly. My parents have me.

My husband was promoted to the factory director, and I discussed with him to transfer my brother to the management repair department. Unexpectedly, my brother refused and insisted on being a repairman.

Once my brother climbed a ladder to repair the wire, so he was shocked and admitted to the hospital. My husband and I went to see him. I caressed his leg in plaster and blamed him for letting you become a cadre early. Can't workers still do this job if they fall like this now?

He said seriously, why don't you think about my brother-in-law? He just came here, and I have no education, so I just became an official. What's the effect on him?

My husband was moved to tears, and I cried and said, brother, you are uneducated because my sister delayed you. He took my hand and said, it's over. Why did you bring it up?

That year, my brother was 26 and I was 29.

When my brother was 30 years old, he married a filial rural girl. At the wedding, the host asked him who your favorite person was, and he replied without thinking, 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, and she walked so far with one. When I got home, my sister's hands were too cold to lift chopsticks. From then on, I vowed to treat my sister well in my life.

The audience applauded and the guests turned to me.

I said, the most grateful person in my life is my brother. I couldn't stop crying when I should be happiest.