Waiting is hope, waiting is happiness.

Waiting is a kind of hope, and how happy it is to be waited.

It seems to be waiting forever. Don't you have time to eat?

With a little money, you can relax when you spend a holiday outside. You don't need to be rich;

It's the Spring Festival. I'm going to visit Xiangshan Bay. One and a half hours before Ningbo, before my hometown 10 minutes. I can play anytime. Why do you have to wait forever?

Because waiting is a kind of hope, the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, the sky is vast, and the hope of a life with fish and meat and friends laughing is beautiful.

Having money and leisure is my ultimate goal in life. How wonderful it is to wait. ...

Waiting is hope, waiting is happiness.

My niece traveled abroad, and the dog kept me in foster care for a few days.

On the first day he came, I ran downstairs and took my dog with me. I'm afraid he is not familiar with the route of the community and gets lost. I have been pulling the rope and running with the dog. It used to run faster than me. Later, I kept running around, but he was bored and refused to move. Later, I was afraid that he couldn't find his way home, so I sent him to the cage upstairs and locked him up. I ran away again.

As soon as I got home, the dog was in a strange environment, waiting for me to come back, always lying on the cage, barking.

I read waiting in the dog's eyes, and I smiled at it. The dog spent 15 days in my house, and we spent it together in harmony.

On the first day, the dog was not familiar with the environment and its owner, and it was understandable to bark all the time.

The next day, the dog pooped and peed for a while, which made me crazy. And it keeps barking, which affects my neighbors. Whenever I leave the house by mistake, it keeps barking and scratching at the cage. He waits for me to pull him out to play, take her to run, and take him to walk the dog and chat.

The weather in Ningbo lasts for several days when it rains. It's raining outside. How can we play? I had to take him to the basement.

Yes, I can only take him to play. I can't stand her constant screaming and scratching. When I take her out to play, I still bring paper towels and plastic bags to plan her diet and defecation. I took my son with a bottle, diapers and paper towels, just like when I was a child. So do dogs.

The first time I went to the basement, I pulled a pile of shit when I got out of the elevator, and I took a few steps to pull a lump. I squatted down to wipe the shit, and the dog was strung on me and kept running around me. I'm afraid he will step on shit and get it all over the floor. I left it next to a battery car. Hot dog shit is wrapped in plastic bags, smelly and soft. Although separated by a plastic bag, my hands smell like shit. Wipe the shit with a tissue.

It takes a lot of paper towels to wipe your hands before you feel clean. The dog stared at me and barked a few times by the way.

Pulling the rope to continue playing, he peed again after a few steps. This urine spilled all over the beach, and I almost used up all the paper. I can only suck it clean with the remaining pieces of paper. It's shit and urine. I hate him very much.

I have never had a dog, and I hate it when people come out to walk the dog. The flowers are full of shit. Bear with it, wait a few days, the dog owner won't have to wait on him when he comes home, and the dog will go home when the owner comes home.

Shit, urine, it should be gone, right? The basement was spacious and nobody was there, so I untied the rope and let it run freely with me. The dog was also very happy and began to run faster than me. After a kilometer, he can't run faster than me, because after all, the dog is only three months old. He runs side by side with me, sometimes stops, waits for me to run back, then runs and runs, but he can't see the dog.

I thought he went to the side to see errands again. He ran for a while and never came back. I'm worried. I searched the whole basement twice, but I couldn't find it.

Dogs with English names are difficult to pronounce. I'm anxious. What should I do? What should I do if I lose them? What should I get back? I am anxious to ask my husband for help and find them together.

I looked for it along the driveway in the basement. It's raining outside and it's dark, so it's hard to find it. There are so many stairs that I don't know which way to take.

Disappointed, I was just about to take the elevator back to look for it when the dog ran out of the battery car that just took a shit at the elevator entrance and ran to my feet and wagged his tail at me.

It turned out that it was waiting for me at the elevator entrance. It's waiting for me to come back, waiting for me to go home together.

Suddenly forget the shit and urine that hate it, suddenly forget the search and anxiety just now, a kind of waiting happiness.

When I came down to play again, the dog was tired of running. I tied it to a stake. Every time I come back from running, it stares at me from a distance, and when I run to the front, it barks a few times.

Think so? Being waited is a kind of happiness.

Every time I go back to my mother-in-law's house, my father-in-law always sits on the stool at home, never talking, just looking at me blankly, because my father-in-law was rescued from cerebral hemorrhage and stroke for more than 40 days seven years ago, and now he is half light and limping, and he will be tired after a few steps. He basically sits at home. He sits here except sleeping. Every time he goes back, he always looks like this.

"Dad, I'm back."

"hmm."

Yes, it's all over.

Once, I asked my father-in-law, "Dad, do you know who I am?"

Dad, smiled and touched his unshaven beard and said, "Hmm."

I said, "I don't believe it. Do you know who I am? "

He moved his body and said, "hmm."

I stared at it: "Then tell me who I am and what my name is?"

I have never heard my father-in-law call my name in 20 years of marriage. I never did. I just smiled and said hello. I don't think he knows my name.

My father-in-law touched his beard again and said with a smile, "What a fool! You don't know the name yet."

Father-in-law, he didn't talk much at first, and even less after the stroke. He stopped talking.

I think my father-in-law must be blind and know that I am a daughter-in-law, but I am not sure of my name.

"What's my name?"

My father-in-law said confidently, "Root Lotus".

Haha, I really remember. My grandfather really remembers my name. I am very happy. During my father-in-law's low-grade fever coma for more than 40 days, he patted his back and turned over, physically cooled down, wiped his stool and urinated, and had close contact. Before life and death, we take turns to fight the disease together. Now my father-in-law can grab vegetables with his left hand and limp to the toilet, so we are satisfied. It's been seven years.

Home is as old as treasure, and it feels good to wait at the door. As soon as I get home, someone is there, which is a kind of warmth of home.

But when my mom comes, it's gone. I didn't go home for the Spring Festival this year without my mother. My mother has gone out of town and will never wait for me again.

The Spring Festival is coming. I have no taste of Chinese New Year at all. Don't buy new clothes, don't buy new year's goods, and don't clean. Until last night, I dreamed of my mother and asked me when I would go home for the Spring Festival, just like in previous years. When I woke up in my dream, I was afraid to face a year without my mother.

I'm not ready to lose my mother. I'm not used to not having a mother. I miss my mother. Let me think about it. I miss my mother. What?

I miss my mother's exhortation, my mother's nagging, my mother's busy eating, my mother's smirking at me and my mother's waiting. .........

On weekends, May Day, November Day, Chinese New Year, and so on, my mother will wait for me to go back ... Every time she goes back, she will happily say to her neighbors, "Aragon is here today."

Daughters, sons and grandchildren are very happy to go back, especially younger siblings and mother's daughter-in-law. Every time, brothers and sisters like to eat a big table …

When you are old and can't walk, I will honor you, but I have no chance. You are not old, but you left in a hurry. ...

Waiting is a kind of hope, waiting is a kind of happiness, having money and no money to go home for the New Year, and having someone at home is happiness. Mom and dad cherish what they have now, waiting for me like a dog, limping and inflexible like a father-in-law, but still confident that this is the waiting family.