I just, by chance, did your children's prose.

Gentlemen, in a blink of an eye, I have been with you for 25 years.

Your love, with each other's ups and downs, has already come to the end of the dead wood and flowers.

However, you still don't want to be apart-clinging to each other's disgusting faces and strange life in strange bedfellows.

I used to hate you because you didn't know how to make progress, because you were addicted to alcohol and gambling.

I swear in my mind countless times that the next time you come to school, I will tell my classmates that you are my neighbor.

As a result, countless times when I watched you leave coldly, people asked me if this was your father, and I still said, hmm.

I used to hate you, too I hate that you have been quarreling and fighting for a long time, which has consumed my family and caused trouble.

I have advised you to divorce countless times, but you just won't listen.

I don't understand the meaning of getting along with you. You used to use me as an excuse, and then you used my brother as an excuse.

Then, your younger brothers are all adults, and you still refuse to let go of each other.

Slowly, when I grow up, I can finally live independently and no longer rely on you.

However, I began to feel sad-especially watching you dress worse than others, eat worse than others, and live haggard than others. It seems that I can't blame you for your past anymore.

Instead, I gradually blame myself now and lament that your adopted son is useless, and you will die alone.

The world is full of fame and wealth, and people come and go. Some of them are born well, bejeweled and dressed in gold and silver, but they are just the minds of livestock.

And you, in your life, have never done anything shameful. On the contrary, you can be said to be a dutiful son, and your grandparents sighed their last breath in the arms of your married daughter. Next, make every effort to teach and cultivate strictly, without losing a responsibility or owing an inch of affection. ...

Senior three, critical moment, can't afford to pay tuition. The teacher said it could be solved, but I have to call my parents for an interview. This is the procedure.

I hate him very much, so I call you.

After you left, I studied at night. At that time, my seat was at the lecture table. Teacher Wang whispered tightly. Did your mother receive a systematic and good education when she was young?

I was confused, but I didn't. I just graduated from junior high school and passed the technical secondary school, but I didn't.

Miss Wang sighed lightly, alas ... I haven't seen such a temperamental parent for many years.

I was silent for a moment, saying that my mother is nice and my neighbors have a good reputation, but I ... dress a little shabby, hehe.

Teacher Wang waved his hand, completely insignificant. I hope you don't look at it that way in the future!

I think you are no less than those poor women in the neighborhood in any way. You are really pure. Why do you always end up like duckweed? ...

It's no use adopting a son Preferably a stillbirth. It's hard to know that you're still tired after half a year, and you're still running around.

I just, accidentally became your child.

After watching Chasing Happyness, I suddenly remembered a lot.

Think of you once, think of some dribs and drabs, and suddenly feel that at the beginning, you were as great as your inner father, when I was very young-

You take me to the city to watch or use video movies. It was summer. After watching it, we came out of the dark projection room. You bought two bottles of soda, and we sat on the steps and drank happily. While drinking, you tell me how to drink without choking. It's delicious.

When I came out of the public toilet, you said that you had just gone to the ladies' room. Next time, pay attention to the little man painted at the door.

I remember you took me to the old bookstall in the next town by bike to buy picture books. When I came home, you said you would paint better than this. I said yes, you said you would try. As a result, as you said, I really draw much better than picture books.

When I think of the Dragon Boat Festival, you take me to the cinema in the town. I remember "Five Ancestors of New Shaolin". In the meantime, you bought me and my brother a handful of apricots for only two yuan. After eating, I want to eat again. You said it was gone ... and when it grew up, it couldn't taste.

It was dark on the way home from the movie. You followed me and my brother, and patiently told me about the needle pulling of Jet Li Fire Dragon just now.

Also, think about the sixth grade, when you came back from the market, magically took out an electronic watch from your pocket and put it in my hand. ...

When I don't like some incompetent peers and feel despised, I know that you gave me this pride.

I have been cooking since I was seven years old-I don't eat by myself, and I have to wait for you and your neighbors to come back from work-I can imagine what I have to do to avoid being beaten (you are all the worst-tempered in the busy farming season, and my so-called husband has never been famous, and I have to coax a second young master who keeps blowing snot balls).

Burning straw at that time; The stove is out of reach, and the stool is used as a cushion. Making steamed bread is more cruel. It's my first time to cook, but the fermentation is not in place. The result is a bit "iron". I couldn't wait to get it for you without tasting it in advance. You kindly took it, then took a bite and threw it to my little black with a straight face: the dogs were killed, and you didn't mean to take it out. I was in tears, endure; The second time I made it was the same as what I bought on the street. Later, there were many experiences of group picnics in high schools and universities, during which all the pictures were scary and chilling: it was time to eat one by one, and they couldn't start around the stove. When I finished eating with people I knew, they were almost hungry.

When I see that others are despised by others because of inaction, but I can stay out of it, I know that you gave me this qualification.

When I was a child, I invited my neighbors to dinner and talked about family events. As soon as the guests come in, you "order": eat early and get off the table, and you are allowed to go out to play today. At the right time, give me food-this is never a blessing-I have to eat with this poor' ration', and I didn't clip it privately. The details are as follows: I'm not allowed to touch the chopsticks before the guests move them, and I don't even have a chance to cook; In the process of eating, it is strictly forbidden to clip your own dishes out of this direction; Before picking vegetables, be sure to pick up a chopstick soup first, so as not to get all the chopsticks on the rice and look sloppy; When you forget to put your hand in the center of the chopsticks, you are likely to get one of your chopsticks: panic, panic, eat when the chopsticks are ready! I have to keep an eye on the guest's wine bowl or rice bowl. As soon as I run out of wine and rice, I have to pour wine or fill rice at once. If the guest politely refuses to come, I have to rob others of their cups and bowls.

As a result, I was deeply impressed by two dishes at that time, one was scrambled eggs and the other was canned crispy fish. Maybe it's my bad luck, but whenever these two dishes are complete, I have a fucking guest, and I'm always "rationed", so that when I was a child, I swore in my heart more than once that when I grew up, I would eat eggs and canned crispy fish every day, and I would never have to suffer from your cowardice again!

As a result, I don't earn much money now, and I don't know which year, which day and which night I lost in the process of growing up. If you put a lot of eggs, canned crispy fish and instant noodles in front of me now, I will not hesitate to choose beef instant noodles with pickled peppers.

Man, sometimes it's really cheap. Many feelings and memories fade away in time.

Over time, I am pessimistic and you are old.

I inherited your wisdom, looks and feelings, and many precious talents that flashed on you sporadically gathered on me, so that I even lived a lonely life and once publicly despised everyone.

I don't know if this is luck or misfortune.

But I'm sure I'm grateful.

I think I finally thank you from the bottom of my heart. I can't say how elegant and decent I am now, but I have never made a fool of myself on any occasion or banquet. The food and meals I cooked are at least completely worthy of the "torture" you gave me when I was a child. If I have to talk about some sequelae, I will often dislike people who go to parties together, people who walk together and people who see the world together.

I seldom think about what you said more than ten years ago. In fact, every word is in my heart:

We hit you so that you wouldn't be ashamed in the future.

We scold you so that no one will scold you for being uneducated in the future.

If there is another chance, let's do it again.

* * * Pray for blessings in the afterlife, and don't repeat this life.

I just accidentally let your child.