I need a sketch about gratitude. I need it urgently! ! !

Praise parents for their hard work for their children.

People: father, mother, baby, sister, school policeman 1, two students 1, two or three stall owners.

First act

Narrator: This is a remote mountain village. Wazi was finally admitted to the university. He became the only and first student admitted to the university in this mountain village for so many years. On this day, his parents saw Wazi off at the entrance to the village. The sky is gray and the fish are rustling. )

Mother:

What a poor man! Take care of yourself when you are in the city! My parents can't be around you. Don't just save money at school. You can't harm your health. Even if we are tired in the country, we will try to give you some living expenses. (takes out a red bag) This is a little money raised by your father. Take it first!

(Father smokes silently)

Wazi:

Alas! Mom and dad, the baby is leaving, and I can't take care of you by your side in the future! On the contrary, the black sheep will drag you down. You should take care of yourself in the future. Don't just think about my life. I can actually find some jobs, and the school has loans. And my sister, we must urge her to study more! I'm embarrassed to send her to school when I get out!

Mom: Hey! Baby, don't think too much. Everyone in the family understands that I only hope that you will get ahead one day! Mom cried.

(Father spits out one mouthful smoke and stands up):

Wazi, dad is an old farmer, and he is in poor health. You are very sensible and promising. My parents are happy for you! As long as you two are promising, the old couple have nothing to worry about even if they are buried in loess!

Wazi: Dad, don't say that, I will definitely let you live a good life!

Mother: Come on, baby, it's getting late, don't miss the bus!

The three of them reluctantly held hands and said goodbye!

Mother: Take care of yourself and stop homesick!

Wazi: Mom and Dad, go home. Don't be tired (whoops)

Father: Let's go! There is still a long way to go! Son of a bitch, let's go home! (Two people turn around and three people turn back)

Mother: I just can't rest assured!

Act ii

Narrator (Wazi wrote a letter to his family as soon as he returned to school. On this day, the three of them went home after cutting straw, and then the second girl and her father walked slowly. Mother sees a letter on the desk.

Mom: Hey! Wazi's father and girl, come on! A letter from the poor man! (Say happily)

Sister: Let me see! (Father rushes forward),

Father: Girl, read it to your parents.

Sister read the letter:

Parents, sisters, how are you at home recently? Have you recovered all the wheat left after the flood? If the weather is fine, don't rush to collect it, take your time! Father is in poor health, don't be exhausted! Mom, you have arthritis, so you can't catch a cold again. Don't go out on rainy days! How is your sister's study? I came back with some books to make up for her. Everything is fine here, and the school leaders are very concerned about me. I also found an off-campus tutor, which does not affect my study and the living expenses are enough! I eat every meal at the stall outside the school. These stalls are run by rural farmers, which are very cheap and can save a lot of money in a month. I can buy you a sweater for the holidays.

Take good care of your health and don't worry.

Son: Wazi

(Three people shed tears)

My sister ran to the door and called, "Brother, my good brother. You must take care of yourself and we will wait for you to come back. "

Mom: Cough! Wazi is so sensible!

Father: Our family is counting on him.

Mother: Wazi's father. How about we set up a stall? Anyway, it won't cost us much to bring some wheat from the countryside in exchange for flour. Besides, there is really no way to scratch at home. Are you right?

Father was silent. "I think this may be useful." You cooked a bowl of hot noodle soup, but none of the students have eaten it, so you can't be sure you still love it! Besides, we don't lie. "

Sister: "dad, mom, that's very hard." You get up early, get greedy for the dark, and sleep in the wind. Besides, I'm afraid you can't stand the traffic in the city!

Father: It's nothing, your parents. They have been through many years of hardships.

Father: That's settled. Girl, write a letter to your brother.

(under the girl)

Narrator: After receiving the letter, Watts thought that being in the city was better than being in the country. He could help himself, so he decided.

When my parents came to town, my sister looked after the house alone.

Act iii

My parents hobbled on the ground with their bags on their backs, my mother was holding the bags in both hands, and my father was looking for the phone.

Father: Comrade, make a phone call.

Telephone booth owner: Don't be so disgusting. Call if you want.

Wazai is chatting with some roommates.

Father: Hello, can I speak to Wazai?

Boy: (laughs) Baby, who is the baby? We don't have rabbits here.

Wazai: (horrified) Wazai wants to see me, (answers the phone)

Father: Baby, I'm your father. Your mother is with me.

Wazi: What, Dad, where are you? (surprised)

Father: We are at the gate of your school.

Wazi: Dad, wait, I'll pick you up. (Put down the phone)

My father is waiting with my mother's bag. ).

Telephone booth owner: 1.20 USD, rustic.

Wazi: (rushing to parents) What about you, Mom and Dad?

Father: Your mother and I brought all the materials and tools for making hot noodle soup. Do you like it ... Do you have a job at home? You're panicking. Do you like it?

Wazi: (looking at parents' tired bodies, looking at their old faces, looking at their helpless eyes, tears falling down) Why not? You should rest in my dormitory first.

Father: Baby, why are you crying? Why are you crying? Men can't cry Father waved.

Wazai: (Stop crying, reach out and take Dad's schoolbag, and the other hand is holding Mom's arm) Mom, Dad, why don't you come to my dormitory and have a rest first?

Father (grabs the schoolbag) is this. Your mother and I discussed it. Let's settle down first, and then visit your house. Your mother has always wanted to see your house.

Narrator: Wazai knew this was his parents' excuse, and he was afraid of embarrassing him. Wazai is sour and contradictory, but he also knows that it is useless to force them.

Baby; (Helpless) Then I will rent a house with you first.

Father: No, you can't delay your class when you go to class.

Baby; The afternoon class is not important.

Father: No, as long as it is taught by the teacher, it is very important. Go to class quickly, or we will be angry. (stubborn)

Baby; I have no choice but to get ready to go.

Mom: Baby, wait a minute. (Untie a canvas bag, take out a big bag from it and stuff it into the Baby)

Father; Your mother knows that you like popcorn since you were a child, so she fried a big bag of popcorn for you when she came.

Mother looks at the baby with a kind smile on her face. )

Act IV

(Two tables, two stools, a rice jar, two old people waiting for guests to appear, with slogans on the wall. )

Two students go to school.

A: There is also a rice stall here.

Yes, let's go and have a look.

Father; (Smiling forward) Do you want to eat noodles? My wife made it herself.

A and B: (covering his mouth with a smile) Who will eat your noodles, old man? go for a walk .....

My parents came back disappointed.

Another couple.

Female; Hey, look, there are a pair of country babies (curious)

Male; Ok, let's have a look.

Parents welcome couples to approach.

Mom: classmate, it's time to eat/

Female; What are you doing here without eating?

Father: (coming over cheerfully and inviting them to sit down, he wiped the stool again and again) Please sit down.

Mom made noodles, and after a while,

Woman: Old man, how much is a bowl/

Father; One yuan a bowl, lots and lots, will make you full.

Female; (Angry) Who wants to eat? They are losing weight/

Father; (looking at them in confusion, I don't know what to say)

Female; It's too cheap, and it's such a big bowl. I'm afraid I don't want to eat it. Let's go to McDonald's (coquetry)

Male; All right, my princess, as long as you like. Let's leave now.

Mother; Hey, class, your noodles are ready. (Mother shouts loudly)

Male; No, help yourselves.

Father squatted down in disappointment and put his head in his hands. Mother just stood there.

(... music ...)

Narrator: But most students were impressed by the simplicity and enthusiasm of the farmers of the two old people and the cheap price (boss, a big bowl. . Boss, two small bowls) so parents' business is booming. Every day, the baby is the last one to come to the parents' booth. At this time, his parents have prepared a bowl of hot noodles for him. His son is eating quietly, and his parents are watching quietly. How happy and warm this moment is. We really hope that such a day can become eternal.

Act v

Another quiet night. My parents are cleaning tables and stools to open the beach. At this time, the temporary stall owner Wang came up with his arm. )

Mother; Master Wang, why do you have time to come and have a glass of water?

Wang er; Business is good! (contemptuous, cold)

Father; Thanks to you. . . . . .

Wang er; (Interrupted, bold) Fuck you, you know, thanks to me.

(Wang Eryi punched his father in the face, and his father covered his face and took a step back. His mother burst into tears and hugged his father. )

Wang er; Don't steal my business. Where are you from? Get out of here!

(Wang Er goes back to his booth. When he leaves, he knocks over the table. His father was speechless, and his mother watched his father's injury. His father motioned that his mother would continue to set up the beach. )

(son runs over)

Son; Mom and Dad, I have no class. (whispering, approaching)

(Father smiles back at his son)

Father: I thought I told you not to come. Why did you come again? Your classmates see you badly.

(The son looks at his father's back in disbelief)

Son; Dad, what are you doing? let me give you a hand.

Mother; No, I have to go back to school without class. I'm not busy now. You see, there is no one here yet.

Son: (step forward) Dad, what's wrong with you (turns to Dad) Dad, what's wrong with your face?

Father; Let's begin.

Son; No, that's impossible. (growling)

Mother; Nothing, you. . . .

Son: Is that Wang Er? He drove away several people. (half crying?

Mother: No, honey. . . . . .

Son: Is that him? (crying)

Glancing at his mother, he shouted hysterically, picked up the stool and rushed out.

Son; Son of a bitch, I asked him to explain.

The father jumped up and grabbed his son desperately with his mother. Father picked up the stool and threw it on the ground. )

Mother; Come on, wretched, how can we get along with people from the countryside? If we fall out with others, our future business will be hopeless. . . . .

Mother hides her face and cries, but her son is angry and helpless.

(Son steps forward)

Son: God, you are so unfair. Why are my parents bullied when they come out to earn a few dollars at this age? Why? Why?

Son: Mom and Dad, there are not many people today. Why don't you take a day off? If I am tired, I will not let it happen again. . . . . . Maybe Wang Er will come later.

Father: No, poor thing.

(Wazi has packed some chairs, but parents can't twist their son, so they have to give up. My father was tired and fell down on the chair. )

Son; Dad, what's wrong with you?

Father; It's nothing. I stood for a long time and felt a little dizzy. I'll be fine later.

Son; You lie down first and I'll wash your feet.

Father: No, don't. . . . .

(Qiangla, take off Dad's shoes)

Son; Dad, what happened to your foot? . . . . .

(... music starts ...)

Narrator: What kind of feet are they? The withered and deformed soles of the feet, the toes covered with calluses, the ruthlessness of years and the cruelty of life left scars on my father's feet.

(The son rubs lightly, tears drop on his feet, and the lights rise and go out with the music. )

Act VI

(The next day, business as usual, just opened the beach and was on duty)

School police; Hey, old man, you can't set up a stall here. This is an illegal booth. Get out of here quickly, or your things will be confiscated.

Father; Two policemen, please have pity on us and let me earn some living expenses for my son. There's nothing we can do. I am a conscientious countryman. . . . . .

School police; What are you talking about? If you can't do it, you can't. If farmers set up stalls here, it is not a farmers' market. Let's go, let's go. (School police go in to pack things)

(Parents pull)

Mother; How can you do this (crying)

My parents are silent on the beach and my mother is crying.

Wazi: (happily kneeling on the ground) Mom and Dad, I found a work-study program at school again. The baby suddenly became silent. . . . . . What's going on here? What happened? Mom and dad. (sobbing)

Mom: Honey, it's all our fault. Cities are not places for us poor people. Just now, two officials came and said that stalls were not allowed on the road in front of the campus. We'll go back later. Your sister can't cope at home alone.

Wazi: Who is it? I will argue with them. (angrily)

Mother: Forget it, let's accept our fate. As long as you can stand out, what is it that we suffer a little? Come on, baby, it's money earned these days. It's all here.

Here, don't be too economical. Mother takes out a dozen small changes from her pocket and gives them to her baby. )

Wazai: Mom! ! (crying with mom in her arms)

Mother: (crying) My child has been punished.

Father; Mom, honey, stop crying. Let's go. Maybe we can get home before dark? Baby, you should take good care of you without your parents.

Yourself, don't always remember your parents

Wazi: Are you going to walk back?

Father: There aren't many roads. Last time we left, let's talk about your mother.

She is carsick, so we have no good luck to lose weight. Maybe we can find something useful on the way back on foot. /We saw a lot of good things last time, and the people in the city are really new.

I lost it. It's hard to find a countryman. Father smiled.

(The baby is speechless)

Parents left slowly step by step with big bags and small bags. Wazi silently watched his parents' backs go away, and tears welled up in his eyes.

It cries "Mom-Dad-"in the direction of my parents' departure.

(... music ...)

answer to a curtain call

Sorry, this is for three people.

Sorry, my ability is limited.