Selected Family Ethical and Emotional Stories

Make you cry, make you laugh; make you happy, make you sad. Love seems to have this kind of magic power. It permeates every moment of your life and touches your sensitive heart every second. The following is a story about family ethics and emotions that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you!

Part 1 of Family Ethics and Emotions Stories: Only at the end of life do you dare to say? I will only love you in this life?

Grandma got married wearing a red hijab, with tears on her pretty face. She had not yet met her future husband, she was only 16 years old.

On the wedding night, Grandpa felt uneasy. He has read books and is a young man influenced by both old and new cultures. He is only 14 years old, and he is afraid that he will not love the bride under the hijab. The candle was almost burned out, and Grandpa lifted the hijab with trembling hands.

It was the gentleness of that lowered head that attracted Grandpa; Grandpa’s gentleness also deeply moved Grandma. On their wedding night, they fell in love at first sight.

Grandpa asked: "Do you love me?" Grandma nodded shyly.

Grandpa asked: Will you love me forever?

Grandma thought for a while and shook her head. Grandpa was a little disappointed.

In order to avoid being captured by the Kuomintang, my grandfather fled from the countryside of Sichuan to Chongqing alone. He found a place to show his talents, and he can be said to be a hero in troubled times. From being a coal worker to a foreman, from setting up a transport team to establishing a coal production company, his grandfather's career was booming.

Grandpa is in the prosperous capital city, but his heart is still attached to his grandma who has never seen the world in his hometown in the countryside. Grandma reads letters from her husband at night, and diligently cultivates the fields and serves her parents-in-law during the day.

Grandpa’s friends all laughed at him for not wanting a younger wife. Grandpa’s parents also gently persuaded him to marry his grandma and marry a city wife, even though they were cared for by grandma day and night. In the colorful world, Grandpa remained unmoved. He always remembered the gentleness of bowing his head.

After the founding of New China, my grandfather, as a patriotic industrialist, became a medium-sized official. He brought his wife and children from the countryside to the city, and the couple who had been separated for several years finally reunited.

Grandma’s pretty face was as full of tears as before. Grandpa asked: "Do you still love me?" Grandma nodded vigorously.

Grandpa smiled and asked: Will you only love me forever? Grandma thought for a while and shook her head gently. Grandpa was a little disappointed.

They gave birth to four children. The eldest daughter is smart and studious, the eldest son is brave and capable, and the two younger sons are smart and naughty and always cause trouble for their grandparents. Their family is very happy. But this happiness did not last long, and it ended because my grandfather was labeled as a rightist.

Between "drawing a clear line" and "collaborating", grandma chose the latter without hesitation. So she was also criticized, paraded through the streets, and endured the same humiliation.

Grandpa’s gratitude is buried in his heart, and grandma’s care is cautious. More than ten years later, the couple finally spent that time in obscurity. Grandpa was redressed, and the children of grandparents also have their own careers.

Their eldest grandson got married, and the wedding was held in the church.

The priest asked: "Will you marry him?"

Grandpa also gently asked grandma who was leaning next to him: "Do you love me?"

Grandma He raised his head: "I love you so much that there are wrinkles on my forehead." ?

Grandpa continued to ask: ?Will you always love me only? To his disappointment, grandma shook her head as before.

Grandma is sick and getting worse. Grandpa stayed in front of the hospital bed day and night without sleep. The doctor said that grandma is too old.

Grandpa was very sad, but he knew it was inevitable, and they finally reached this day.

Grandma asked grandpa to take off the oxygen mask, and asked with a smile: "Do you love me?"

Grandpa nodded with tears in his eyes. Grandma said: "I love you too." Until I finish this life, I dare to say: I will only love you in this life. ?

Family Ethical and Emotional Story Part 2: Their Love at 5:45

I noticed her when I was packing up my picture folder for the third time and preparing to go back.

She stood on a rock not far from me, looking down the slope from time to time. In early winter, the leaves of the cotinus trees all over the mountains dyed most of the sky red. In the dusk, the breeze blew through the hills, and the fiery red leaves of the cotinus trees danced.

She looks to be in her thirties, medium to thin, with a round face, a pair of slender eyes, and the simplicity and humility unique to rural women.

I asked her what she was looking at and why she came here at this time every day?

She smiled, with a bit of shyness that was very inappropriate for her age. Shy. She said: Her man works in the coal mine down the slope and gets off work at 5:30. She came here because she wanted to see him come up from the shaft to the ground earlier.

Sure enough, following the direction of her finger, I vaguely saw a row of low houses at the foot of the hillside. Behind the houses, a tall coal mountain was hidden among the dense sumac trees. It looks like an ink stain dripping on an oil painting. On the mountainside, a line of iron cars was crawling along the track as slowly as a tank. In the iron cars, black gold was rolling, dancing with the sweat of the miners.

She said that her favorite part of the day is at 5:45 every evening, when the first batch of workers after work rise from the shaft to the ground. When she said this, she smiled again. That kind and natural smile gave her ordinary face a kind of holy beauty and indescribable vividness.

From her intermittent talk, I learned that she is 34 years old and has two children. Her son is in sixth grade and her daughter is in third grade. The father-in-law died early, leaving the mother-in-law to live with them. She farms more than ten acres of land by herself, while the man works in the mines, and her mother-in-law takes care of the family's life. Although her life is not rich, it is peaceful and beautiful.

She said that this year’s income is good. If this continues, she will be able to renovate the old house in two years. By then, both children will be able to have a house like the children in the city. A house of his own.

As she spoke, she subconsciously smoothed the hair in front of her forehead with her hands, and the longing for happiness was written all over her face.

Cautiously, I asked her if she lived in fear every day. She said yes, she was most afraid of the sound of ambulances. Once, the old accountant at the mine suffered a heart attack. When the town's 120 ambulance drove to the mine with its siren on, it alarmed all the miners' relatives in the four miles and eight villages. People rushed to the mine, and some even ran away. While crying.

That day, when she arrived at the mine, she discovered that she had lost a shoe at some point. She said that until now, even if she hears such a sound in the county town, her heart will tremble.

When she said this, her face was as calm as water, but I clearly felt a trace of sadness rushing from the bottom of my heart to my whole body.

She said that the faces of the miners who went down the mine were soot-black, and their clothes were as black as coal. In the eyes of others, these soot-spots could not tell who was who, but we family members You can tell at a glance who the man is from whose family.

While we were talking, several miners were lifted up from the cage and appeared at the mouth of the well. I subconsciously looked down at my watch: 5:45, exactly.

She stopped talking and stared at the shaft in the distance without blinking.

One jar after another, one after another, the miners were lifted to the wellhead by the elevator.

She stood dreamingly on the rocks scattered with the setting sun, muttering to herself with relief: Another day has passed, peacefully.

She started to pack her basket, and I knew that she had seen the person she wanted to see the most, the person who gave her love, warmth and strength.

I planned to give her a ride in the car, but she declined. She said that her home was just over the ridge, and it was faster to walk on the path. Men like to have a few sips, and she had to give it to him before he came back. Warm the wine.

Looking at her petite and even somewhat dry back disappearing into the fiery red cotin forest, at that moment, I was suddenly moved by their simple love. On one side is the hard and trivial daily life, on the other side is the worry and longing. While watching in fear every day, the miners' love has been stitched together by fine stitches of time into a close-fitting garment that protects, warms and depends on each other. Those concerns that are melted into the affectionate gaze, those cares that are poured into a pot of hot wine and a bowl of ginger soup make the relationship between us in front of the flowers and under the moon become pale and pretentious.

The love at 5:45 made my heart, which had become increasingly rough and numb in the world of steel and concrete, deeply immersed in a warm warmth.

Family Ethical and Emotional Story Part 3: The Dragonfly Staying on the Shoulder

In a very quiet and beautiful small town, there is a pair of very loving lovers who go to the beach every day Watch the sunrise and go to the beach at night to watch the sunset. Everyone who sees them casts envious eyes on them.

But one day, in a car accident, the girl was unfortunately seriously injured. She lay quietly on the hospital bed and did not wake up for several days and nights.

During the day, the boy stayed in front of the bed and kept calling for his unconscious lover; at night, he went to the church in the small town to pray to God. He had cried all his tears.

A month has passed, and the girl is still asleep, while the boy is already haggard, but he is still struggling to support himself.

Finally one day, God was moved by this infatuated boy. So he decided to make an exception for this persistent boy.

God asked him: ?Are you willing to use your life in exchange?

The boy replied without hesitation: ?I do!?

God said :?Well, I can make your lover wake up soon, but you have to agree to turn into a dragonfly for three years, are you willing?

After hearing this, the boy replied firmly:? I do!?

At dawn, the boy had turned into a beautiful dragonfly. He said goodbye to God and flew to the hospital in a hurry. The girl really woke up, and she was still talking to a doctor next to her, but unfortunately he couldn't hear her.

A few days later, the girl recovered and was discharged from the hospital, but she was not happy. She asked around about the boy's whereabouts, but no one knew where the boy had gone. The girl kept looking all day long, but the boy who had turned into a dragonfly was around her all the time, but he could not shout or hug, so he could only suffer her turning a blind eye silently.

The summer has passed, the cool autumn wind blows off the leaves, and the dragonflies have to leave here. So he flew down on the girl's shoulder for the last time. He wanted to touch her face with his wings and kiss her forehead with his small mouth, but his weak body was still not strong enough for her to notice.

In a blink of an eye, spring is here, and the dragonfly can’t wait to fly back to find his lover. However, a tall and handsome man stood next to her familiar figure. At that moment, the dragonfly almost fell from the air.

People talked about how seriously ill the girl was after the car accident, described how kind and cute the male doctor was, and how natural their love was. Of course, they also described how the girl was happy. As before.

Dragonfly was very sad. In the next few days, he would often see the man taking his lover to watch the sunrise at the beach, and watch the sunset at the beach at night, but he himself except occasionally It could do nothing but rest on her shoulders.

The summer this year was particularly long, and the dragonfly flew painfully low every day. He no longer had the courage to approach his former lover. The whispers between her and the man, the happy laughter between him and her, took his breath away.

In the summer of the third year, Dragonfly no longer visited her lover often. Her shoulders were gently hugged by the male doctor, and her face was gently kissed by the male doctor. She had no time to pay attention to a sad dragonfly, and she was in no mood to miss the past.

The three-year deadline agreed by God is coming soon. On the last day, Dragonfly's former lover held a wedding with the male doctor.

The dragonfly flew quietly into the church and landed on God's shoulder. He heard the lover below swear to God: I do! He watched the male doctor put the ring on the hand of his former lover. , and then watched them kiss sweetly.

The dragonfly shed tears of sadness. God sighed: "Do you regret it?"

The dragonfly wiped away his tears: "No!"

God said with a hint of joy: "Then, you can change tomorrow. Go back to yourself. ?

The dragonfly shook his head: ?Let me be a dragonfly for the rest of my life

Some fates are destined to be lost, and some fates will never have good results. You don’t have to own someone to love someone, but you must love someone well if you have someone. When we are happy and happy, we should also look back carefully and take a look: Is there a dragonfly on our shoulders?