The influence of my mother-in-law on me at the end of the composition

Mother-in-law, a pair of ordinary appearance, a pair of rough hands, a pair of small eyes, carved an indelible mark in my heart.

The cicadas outside the window are constantly chirping, the wind is playing naughtily in the sky, and when you are tired, you will rest. There was a tragic cock crow in the kitchen of my hometown. My mother-in-law is saying to her baby chicks, "Honey, don't run around, come to me." Huh? Isn't mother-in-law not allowed to eat greasy things? What is she doing? Mother-in-law sighed and said, "Well, you're back, and there's nothing to entertain, so you have to kill the chicken."

I read it and said, "grandma, entertainment is not important." What matters is your health. Don't twist your waist. " "Yes, mom, don't catch it. Just cook the dishes you usually eat. " Dad pushed the boat with the current. "No, I can't let my baby granddaughter eat bad. She has grown up! " We can't beat her, so we can only watch these unlucky chickens at the mercy of our mother-in-law.

In a short time, I stupidly smelled the delicious chicken in front of me and shared it rudely. My mother-in-law stood by and watched us eat with a smile and kept rubbing her hands.

The day before we left my mother-in-law and went back to Zhejiang, my father, my uncle and my uncle ate and drank. Three people "K" dropped a big bottle of white wine, and even my father, who doesn't touch alcohol at all, was flushed this time. When my mother-in-law saw this scene, she was so distressed that she burst into tears, but she smiled and said with tears: "Little ancestor, don't drink!" "Sure enough, of the three people, only dad is better, and the other two are drinking salt water. My mother-in-law pulled me aside and said, "Yan Yanbao, can you tell your father not to drink any more?" I nodded, and my mother-in-law was relieved to make snacks.

Now because of the tight time, I can't go back to my hometown in Jiangxi, so I can only contact by phone. "Always go home to see, often go home to see, the old people don't care how much their children contribute to the family ..." The song came into my ears, "Yan Yanbao, is that you?" With the song floated into my ears. Grandma, you should miss me so much. In every dream of mine, I often hear you shout "Yan Yanbao".

The traces of years climbed up the temples of the old man, wrinkles rippled like water lines, and her mother-in-law was old. But her love for us has not faded with the long-term separation, but has become stronger and stronger.