Talking about rural daughter-in-law eating in a restaurant

I have a soft spot for noodles, not because I like noodles so much, but because this bowl of noodles has an inexhaustible taste, which is worth remembering all my life.

When I was a child, I heard someone say "going to a restaurant" and asked my father with a smile: "What do you mean by going to a restaurant?" Dad smiled. "One day, I will take you to eat noodles." . "Really? When are you going? " Dad looked at the sweet sorghum in the yard and said, "I'll take you when the sweet sorghum grows taller." I was so excited that I waited.

Every day, I look forward to the sweet sorghum growing in the yard, which is similar to sugarcane in the south. There is a lot of sugar in the straw. Chew the sweet juice inside, it is sweet and delicious. Finally, the sweet sorghum grew taller, and my father cut down the sorghum stalks and tied them into a big bundle, carried them on his shoulders and held my hand. "Go, sell this sweet sorghum, and dad will take you to a restaurant." I am happy to follow my father on the road, and we are going to sell it in Yuanbaoshan market in Balitun.

Along the way, in the scorching sun, my father was carrying dozens of pounds of sweet sorghum, and I trotted behind, soon panting and unable to walk. At this time, my father put down the bundle of sorghum stalks on his shoulder, carried me on his back, walked a long way, put me down and told me to wait in the same place, and my father went back to carry the bundle of sorghum stalks. I watched my father go back and forth, shaking the bundle of sweet sorghum stalks upside down, and there was a thin me. Sweat soaked his clothes. Naively, I lay on my father's wet back and felt very comfortable. I smiled and wiped the sweat on my father's neck with one hand, just for fun.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I think it's been a long time, and it's finally here. Sweet sticks with three cents each (which city people always call sweet sticks) are very popular, especially children, who always pull the skirts of adults "I want sweet sticks!" " "The adults came and picked one for the child. The number of sweet sticks decreased one by one, and the odds and ends of coins in my father's wallet increased, and soon the bundle of sweet sticks was sold out. Dad happily pulled me up: "Come on, let's go to the restaurant! " "

How many people walked into the restaurant! Dad found me a place to sit down and spent 25 cents to buy me noodles. Dad was very excited and said to me, "Dad is not hungry. Dad watches you eat and is full." I nodded, and the white and transparent noodles were covered with leek and egg marinade, and the golden yolk was dotted among the green leeks. The trembling sauce-colored starch was really delicious at that time. I wolfed down the noodles. Noodles are really delicious. I'm full. Look at my father sitting opposite me, smiling and watching me eat. His satisfaction and joy cannot be expressed in words. "Dad, I'm full." "Eat more, don't leave any!" I shook my head. Just then, my father took my leftover soup with some noodles floating on it, ate it and even drank the soup. Seeing this scene, I suddenly said sensibly, "Dad, I want to earn money when I grow up and buy you many bowls of noodles!" " "Dad smiled, and his smile was brighter than ever. Then my father carried me on his back in the scorching sun, hungry, and I slept sweetly on his back. I don't know how my hungry father brought me home for eight miles. All I know is that when I woke up, I was lying on the kang at home and my father was looking at me with a smile!

After graduating from normal school, I got my first month's salary. I should use the money I earned to pay off my debts, but my father has left me. Dad, when I earn money, I will buy you many bowls of noodles! This has become a promise that I can never keep. Nevertheless, I don't know whether it is for commemoration or for the "promise" of that year. An unclear motive prompted me to ride my bike to the hotel of that year. This hotel is much more luxurious. I asked for a bowl of noodles, sat there, took a few bites and put it down. I have never felt the joy of entering the restaurant for the first time, never found the delicious noodles in those years, and never felt the happiness and warmth in those years. My mind is full of memories, my eyes are full of tears, and my heart is full of bitterness ... Tears reproduce the scene of that year: under the scorching sun, my father looked at me with a big bundle of sweet sorghum on his back. He came up to me and put down a heavy bundle of sweet sorghum. He quickly picked me up and strode forward, comforting me in his mouth: "The heat is coming soon." Sweat soaked his clothes and even the ends of his hair. I lay on my wet back, playing with the sweat and hair tips on his neck with my hands, and waiting patiently in his comfort. A father, in order to satisfy a wish of his beloved daughter, walked with a heavy load under the scorching sun and ran back and forth on the gravel road exposed to the scorching sun. I haven't spent a penny and I'm still hungry. How did I get home when I was asleep? It is conceivable! The scorching sun, thirst, hunger and fatigue are all drowned by the great father's love! Now, things have changed, dad! How can your daughter repay your mountain of father's love! That bowl of noodles was delicious in those days, but now it's all my father's hard work and bitterness. My daughter's heart is no longer the satisfaction and joy of that year, but the heartache and bitterness! I was moved to tears. How can I repay this mountain of fatherly love? Even have no chance to repay!

After I got married, I had children. As a mother, I like to take my daughter who just went to kindergarten to a restaurant and eat a few bowls of noodles. I like to sit opposite and watch my daughter eat noodles, especially her gluttony. I couldn't help laughing, a heartfelt smile, a happy and satisfied smile. "Mom, why don't you eat? Don't you like noodles? " "Oh, I prefer to watch you eat noodles, eat them in your mouth, and they are sweet in your mother's heart!" "Mom, when I grow up and make money, I want to buy the best noodles for my parents!" In a word, my heart is sweet, I smiled, so happy! At the moment, I can see the scene where my father took me to eat noodles more than 20 years ago ... I really feel that my father has gone through all the hardships to satisfy his daughter's desire to "eat out" and always has a smile on his face. Now I recall that bowl of noodles from the perspective of a mother: that bowl of noodles contains my father's deep love! Daughter's satisfaction is my father's best wish, and my father's heart is sweet and happy! Just like I am now.

More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and now my daughter is married and has a lovely daughter. Last summer, I went to Hohhot for my holiday. Knowing that I like noodles, my daughter and son-in-law drove our family to Xibei rye village. This is a large-scale brand restaurant, with a wide variety of pasta, with the cultural customs of the northwest region. Here, food is connected with nature, and feelings and culture blend, which has won praise from friends all over the country and even abroad. I'm glad to be here, but I can't find the excitement of "eating out" for the first time as a child. A bowl of 15 yuan noodles is really not as sweet as the 25 cents noodles my father bought me. The little granddaughter sitting in the baby chair, "Yi Yi Ya ……" kept shouting excitedly, and the whole family looked at her and smiled. Nowadays, the happiness of children has become the focus of our dinner table. So I told my daughter-in-law the story of the first time I went to a restaurant to eat noodles when I was a child. Moved, my daughter realized the origin of my love for noodles. Seeing my daughter and son-in-law put noodles in the child's mouth, I was filled with emotion and couldn't say how happy I was. I recalled the bowl of noodles that year: "Dad! It's your bowl of noodles that year, so that deep love can be passed down from generation to generation! "

Not long ago, my daughter called and said that she planned to open a noodle restaurant after work, and I readily agreed. Just two months later, my daughter's "iron pot braised noodles" suitable for family dinners opened. I'm really excited. I want to tell this news to my father buried in the grave. I can proudly say, "Dad, I kept my promise. We really have many faces!"! Your bowl of noodles full of father's love makes me relive my life! Your affection will be passed down from generation to generation and spread to thousands of families! " My tears show my father's bright smiling face. The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind will not stop; My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone. I watched a video, which told me a short story that kept me silent for a long time ... In the story, an old man said, "A pair of brothers and sisters who have read extremely high academic qualifications have not returned home after working outside for more than a year. He never wanted to go home. What he saw was their great surprise. He found that his mother had left, and then his father was alone. But when he got home, his father's house was like a warehouse and garbage dump. Brother and sister blamed themselves, and then spent two days cleaning up the house like a little bit of light. Then while cleaning the room, I found a passage in one of his father's books. This is actually very simple:

When we are old, we are all old, and we are not who we used to be. Please be your child's understanding of us and be patient with us. Don't think that we nag all day, and the preface doesn't match the latter. It's not all for your own good. As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer. Don't blame us when we spill the beans and leave food on our clothes. Please think about how we started feeding you. When we are incontinent, we will dirty our clothes. Don't complain that we are slow. Please think about what we did when you were young. When we forget the theme, please give us some time to think. Actually, it doesn't matter what we talk about. As long as you are around and listen to us, we will be satisfied. Filial piety is not necessarily material or economic. You can always care about us within your ability. Bring us a cup of hot tea after dinner. Go out to play with us and chat with our neighbors on sunny days. When you get married and have children, you will be happy to take them home for us to see. Don't be sad when you watch us grow old until we are hunched over and our eyes are dim. This is the law of nature. Understand us and support us. At the beginning, we led you on the road of life. Now, please accompany us to the last road and give us more love. We will return your grateful smile, which reflects our infinite love for you.

What a simple sentence, handed down from generation to generation in the old cat urine room. Can this proverb be changed and uploaded from generation to generation? See if the old man is demanding, and find out what he said is the same as what our ancestors said. Filial piety is not a matter of throwing a few dollars casually. The so-called dog Kyle raises. Disrespect. Why is it different? In fact, everyone will get old. Caring for the elderly means caring for ourselves. Therefore, this is called old age, and people are old. Without children, people are still young. We are forced by this real society, and many people have to leave their homes.

However, as the lyrics say, "No matter how far you go, no matter how old you are, you can't forget our mother at any time!" When we don't call home for a few days. When we hang up our parents impatiently, who will be most worried and who will be most sad? Maybe we are outside or the scenery is unique! Still work hard! Busy is not an excuse, what the elderly need is voice, not consideration! It's caring! Some of us outside often patiently listen to dad's lessons and mom's nagging! We may get a lot of things and want a lot of things in our life. In the eyes of parents, we are the only one and everything. Maybe old people can't help or support your life goals. After all, they are old. Give birth to a child, adopt a daughter for life, and give us all the good things. Do you get along well with your parents? These two people are the people who gave birth to your life. Without them, there would be no you. Many people go to the temple to kowtow to the Buddha, and their parents will always be living Buddhas. Why should Lingshan worship the Supreme? Your parents are your living buddhas. Do you respect them?

A friend on the Internet said that he said that he had run a bath center for four years, and he had never given his father a massage or made his mother a sole. He said that when he went home at night, he took his father's hand to watch. His hands were covered with calluses, and he cried. When he hit his father on the back, he said that when he put his hand on his father's back, he couldn't stop crying. The straight back that makes him ride like a war horse has long been bent, and the back that rides around his neck has long been unable to stand up. Can you see it? Dad is old. He said he took his mother's hand and wanted to cut his nails. He couldn't bear it any longer. Did you know that the soft hands that took him to school were bare? It was not until his mother was old that he remembered to look at her face. He found her face wrinkled and her eyes dim. He looked at her white hair, and he felt that he couldn't find it. One, two, can you check?

As the ancients all know, filial piety comes from progress, universal love comes from faith, and literature comes from spare capacity. I can't even interact with my parents and be filial to them! With the progress of society, I find that human nature is deteriorating, and money makes us lose our humanity. Maybe you feel great when you have some achievements and power in the unit. When you dance in a colorful city, will you remember those two simple old people waiting for you?

I come from a poor rural area. I will always remember the way my mother patted the soles of my shoes under the oil lamp when I was a child, the way my parents rushed to move bricks in the rain in the middle of the night to build a mud house, and the way I couldn't afford to pay tens of dollars for primary school. The way my parents put in a good word for their teachers at school has changed. Time has passed. I don't complain or blame anything. I do what I have to do and try my best to make my family happy! Worthy of being a son and a father!

When my father and I were about the same age when we died, one day, I read his diary. It was not until I became a father myself that I discovered the warmth and sadness about my father.

/kloc-When I was 0/3 years old, I had to say goodbye to my father. Thirty years later, when I was 43, I saw my father again. When we separated, he was the father of five children and the parent of a family of nine. Today, I am also the father of a child and the head of the family.

I saw my father's diary in the cupboard where I went to my hometown. After my father died, this diary should be burned with other relics, but my mother found it and kept it there. The whole family knows where my father's diary is kept, but no one is interested. No one has ever opened the closet.

After starting a business 10 years, I gradually got tired of my career. Occasionally there will be a great sense of powerlessness. In the past 10 years, I have created so many video works. However, one of them was created completely according to my thoughts and will, and belongs to me completely? The answer is not at all. In fact, as the subject of life, I don't exist. And this kind of life will continue in the future, which makes me feel desperate. Despair gradually spread, turned into a doubt about the whole life, and finally let me completely fall into the abyss of psychological panic, without any desire.

One day, I suddenly remembered my long-forgotten father's face.

"What would he do if he were the father?"

At that time, I just entered the age of no doubt.

I went back to my hometown, opened the closet door and found the diary. As usual, my father's diary was curled up in a narrow and dark closet. Suddenly, inexplicable power rose in the diary and jumped on my face. For more than 30 years, maybe my father is waiting for someone there devoutly. I felt ashamed and guilty. I blushed. I wrapped my diary in cloth and took it home.

The father in my memory is always so strict. Even if the child makes a small mistake, he will never tolerate it. When our brothers and sisters occasionally make mistakes or make mistakes, the person we fear most is our father. Fathers are so strict in educating their children. Although his father was in poor health, he accomplished the farm work brilliantly with a clear mind and tireless fighting spirit. Unexpectedly, when I passed forty and crossed the threshold of 50, my father quickly lost his fighting spirit and became pessimistic about the future, which made me very sad.

At the age of 40, what makes my father full of fighting spirit and supports his strong life? After 50, what drove his father into the quagmire of weakness and sudden death? How did my father feel before he died? After the age of 40, I was also immersed in a serious mental state, which has many similarities with my father's life. Maybe I can find some clues from my father's diary. It was in this mood that I began to read my father's diary. As a father and a 40-year-old parent, I met another "me" who stood in the same position.

There are two fathers in the diary. My familiar father and my strange father, the images of these two fathers exist in my diary. The terrible and stern father slowly hid and was replaced by a father who was as distressed, contradictory and occasionally too fragile as me. The age difference between him and me is 38 years, not to mention the accumulation of 30 years after his death. However, the father in the diary seems to be me now-just the image of my parents in their forties and fifties living in that era.

As the parent in charge of a family's livelihood, father has to struggle with the cruel reality that comes from time to time. As the father of five children, he has a clear conscience about the strict education and training of his children. At the same time, my father had a hard struggle with himself through constant self-reflection. At that time, I was still young, and I had no idea that my father had experienced such a magnificent time. Until now, I have a little understanding.

Through the diary, I finally learned about my father's old age. His struggle is really hard and lonely. If only my family could support my father and understand his heart ... but no one understood my father and no one helped him.

Now, I understand my father's heart and eliminate many misunderstandings about my father. However, what is the significance for the dead father? It's just a comfort to me alive. Thinking of this, I feel even more ashamed of my dead father.

In the evening, the ice Yan Hui that went to Daegu a few days ago came. He can't go to college because of the embarrassment at home. Supposedly, he should agree, but he insisted on going to college regardless of the actual situation at home. There was a family dispute at night, and everyone was very sad. There are many problems at home now, and the situation is serious. I can't think of any way at the moment. He is stubborn, and I am really worried and unhappy about his ignorance. There are elderly grandmother and mother, a daughter who is getting married this year, two sons who have been admitted to high school and junior high school respectively, and a young man who is studying in high school. All together, the situation is really serious beyond words. I had to persuade him to quit school, but he didn't listen, which really left me speechless.

Now, there is no labor force in our family. Although we have land, we can't produce it like others. In that case, I'm afraid we even have difficulty maintaining the status quo, so I'm privately worried. But this boy didn't understand his father's mind and thought, it's strange. My pressure is really great, and even my desire to live has weakened. My children don't know how I feel. That's heartless.

At about 7: 20 in the morning, the yellow calf was born.

There are grandmothers and mothers, wives of the same generation, eldest daughters who have reached marriageable age, three sons and four sons who are going to high school and junior high school respectively, the second son who is studying in high school and the eldest son who is going to study abroad. My father feels a lot of pressure.

During this period, the handwriting that has always been correct and neat has been seriously skewed, which shows how painful my father was at that time. But even in this case, there is still a small joy of cattle giving birth.

After thinking about it, there are indeed many economic problems at home. My wife and I disagree on this matter, which makes me very upset and depressed every day. What should I do in the future? Only when I have to do something obviously impossible and refuse to agree with me will I feel sad. Everything I have done before has turned into a sigh and regret. In the face of this troubled family, there is nothing I can do. At some point, I will get tired of life and even have unexpected ideas. All the people looked so pitiful and sympathetic, and I wept silently for them.

This was recorded seven days before my father died. So strict, so meticulous father, but finally regretted his life. He seems to have a premonition of his own death, and feels that the whole family is pitiful and crying alone. In fact, he himself is a fragile existence. Are the mottled marks on the diary father's tears? Thought of here, my heart broke down.

Dong Bin will graduate in the sixth grade, and he has already withdrawn his savings over the years. The amount saved in these six years, including principal and interest, is 59 10 yuan. As a father, I feel so ashamed and stingy. Is this money really too small? Despite this, the child braved the snow and went out to withdraw money overnight. I felt a little guilty when he came back. I doubt whether I am qualified to be a father.

My six-year savings is 59 10 yuan, and my father deeply blames himself for it. A few days later, his record was over forever. My father, who had been ill for many days and was weak, had a clean meal that morning, then went to the field and walked around the farmland he cultivated. At that time, our brothers and sisters didn't know anything, playing and frolicking in the upper room. Suddenly, grandma's voice calling us urgently came from the next room. We ran to the next room in a daze, and my father's breathing had become very rapid. The eldest brother had a premonition of what might happen and shouted at his father. Father looked at us with vague eyes and closed his eyes. This is what my father looked like on his deathbed. Father left us suddenly without saying a word.

No one knows the exact cause of his father's death. My father is not very healthy at ordinary times, and he can't work normally because he often blames himself. And when he died, his body and mind were in a state of extreme exhaustion, and he had no strength at all. At that time, I was only 13 years old, and it was difficult to understand my father's distress and death. Although my childhood was not rich and there were no major shortcomings, my life was smooth when I grew up. As long as I can live like this in the future, there should be no problem. During the Asian financial crisis, the small company I founded encountered serious business problems, and the troubles again and again drove me crazy. Later, I got married, became a woman's husband, and then became a child's father, and only then did I understand the father's suffering a little. Because he was so worried about his family that he had to die. How should he feel at that time? Thought of here, my heart is also painful.

Grandmother and great-grandmother also followed their father that year. My father's distress ended with his death, but it was left to my mother and our brothers and sisters. The family members who stayed behind experienced difficulties and lived safely until now.

"Dad, look! You don't have to worry so much, do you? " At that time, as a parent of a family of nine, the weight of his father's life was naturally different from the pressure of his parents of a family of three. However, the pressure of parents will not change with the change of society. In order to support their families and educate their children, today's fathers struggle in the Jedi every day. Through my father's diary, I saw the faces of my parents in their forties and fifties today, and I felt very uncomfortable.

My wife and I originally planned not to have children. "Relaxation and freedom" is our outlook on life. But after eight years of marriage, we gave birth to Luda. With the birth of the child, our life has changed greatly 180 degrees. My wife gave up her experienced video job and became a full-time mother. I got off work early every day and helped my wife with housework until the children fell asleep, so I spent countless difficult days.

Before giving birth to a child, I couldn't imagine my father's pain and the burden of life. Now, these are gradually becoming my reality. I had this little guy when I was very old, and we were all on the verge of collapse. Raising a child is still so hard, but my father raised five children in that era when food and clothing were difficult. A family of nine, how heavy a burden should this parent have?

The father I remember is always so terrible.

On the day of harvesting onions or sweet potatoes, if the fruit is not big enough, my father will throw away the hoe rudely and be furious with his family. Our five brothers and sisters must feed the cows, mow the grass or clean the yard and room after school. If we don't do these housework, we will be severely criticized by our father. Sometimes, although I did it, I didn't do it well, and my father would complain. When the farm is busy, we play with friends on the way to school, and when we go home at sunset, we will definitely be scolded by our father.

At that time, I didn't expect that there was a sad reflection under my father's rough appearance. Self-reflection appears many times in my father's diary, and people around me suffer because of him, but it is not out of his original intention. As a parent who is responsible for the livelihood of a family of nine, my father is more lonely and desolate than anyone else.

Just like my father went to see grandpa's grave, today, more than 30 years later, I stand in front of my father's grave. Just as my father asked for the blessing of the whole family at grandpa's grave, I also asked my father to bless my mother in her lifetime.

Just as my father always has tears in his eyes when he goes to grandpa's grave, when I took my wife to visit my father's grave for the first time after marriage, tears could not stop flowing. I want him to see the daughter-in-law brought back by my youngest son ... if only he could live to be prostrated in bed by his youngest daughter-in-law. Tears of regret ran down my face.

On another occasion, I also shed tears at my father's grave. At that time, my daughter Luda had just turned one year old, and I took her to my father's grave for the first time. I couldn't stand the sadness that choked my throat, but I couldn't cry that day. I'm a father and my daughter is looking at me.