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We always think that this life is still long. We have time to finish what we want to say and express in the future, because we all think that we can live at least over 70 years old. So we are in love now. However, we have time to wait for the ambitious goals to be completed when we were young, but what about our parents? Do they have time to wait? Even if we wait for success, they may not have time to share the joy of success with us. On January 13, my stepfather had another operation for physical reasons. Sitting in the hospital ward waiting for the end of the operation on the day of the operation, I had five flavors in my heart, including regret, guilt, fear, bitterness and helplessness. During this period, I thought about many problems. When my father was seriously ill and hospitalized as a child, I was accompanied by my mother and me in the hospital. Now my stepfather has an operation and his children are also guarding in the hospital. Suddenly, I feel at home, which makes me feel the power of family companionship and makes me believe that everything will slowly get better. After the operation, the doctor talked to the family alone. The doctor said that the disease may recur in the future. If conditions permit, it is best to go to a good hospital in a big city for surgery. After listening to the doctor, my heart was stabbed and I felt that what I had not easily got was in danger of being robbed at any time. I blamed myself for being weak and unable to take good care of my beloved items and keep them around forever. A few days ago, when I went to the hospital to deliver meals to him, I always reminded him to remember to bask in the sun downstairs when the sun shines, take medicine on time and have more rest. After we leave the hospital, let's go shopping in the supermarket to buy new year goods. I'll buy another camera to take you out for a trip in spring. When I said this, he said with a smile, oh, I'm old, and I don't know if I have a chance to go. I also know what the disease is. If I really die, let him do it. There's nothing terrible about death. I've seen surgery so close to death twice. What else can I be afraid of. When the mother saw his stepfather finish talking, she patted the dust on his collar and nagged him that if he wanted to die, he would live to be 70. In fact, we all know that the disease may not be cured. We also know that you may leave us at any time. Before my stepfather was hospitalized at the beginning of this month, I had feelings of fear, sadness and self blame, especially fear. It was like a huge wave billowing and rolling, and it was like smoke that fascinated me. These bad feelings ran away in my body and acted recklessly. It is also like a vine, which is wrapped around the body and gradually grows and flourishes. I know what causes my fear, because I'm afraid that if my stepfather really leaves, eating with my mother will return to the same dish and soup, and even often eat leftovers. I'm afraid there's less nagging at home and more desolation. I'm afraid that my mother always goes out to buy vegetables alone without company. I'm afraid that no one will talk with my mother. I'm afraid that when I want to share the joy of success, my mother is the only one smiling, and the person I most want to stay with me to see my success is gone. I am a boy who is particularly afraid of loss, but my growth is just a boy who constantly accepts loss and learns to accept all kinds of pain and suffering in life. When I was just born, my uncle died. When I began to remember a little, my grandfather died, and then my father died. Then I experienced the pain of car accident, beating, ridicule and contempt. I think it must be these reasons that lead to many fruits on me now. Many people in my life have no time to sit next to you and listen to you tell me the troubles of the world of mortals and the bitterness and sweetness of life. When you teach me the truth of life, such as love, hate, love and hatred, you suddenly disappear. I don't feel safe. I'm not strong enough. When I sleep, I like to curl up my body into a ball, cover my face with a quilt and leave a small hole to breathe. I cry bitterly late at night. I also cry because of a scene in a TV series or when I hear a song on the road, but these things that a boy shouldn't have often happen to me. No one has ever taught me to be brave and strong, Many things I resist alone, but how can my weak body resist? For more than ten years, I have never dreamed of my father. Over the past ten years, the most impressive words for me are what you said to me when you were seriously ill: take good care of your mother, protect her, and don't let her see my weakness. I have worked hard to do what you said, but there are some reasons why you don't teach me and have to let me grope forward by myself. When watching "I'm a singer" and listening to Gu Juji's cover song "father", my eyes turned red. Because my stepfather is ill and hospitalized, I always have a lot of fear in my heart. I'm afraid that he really can't afford to wait if he doesn't go to a good hospital in a big city for a comprehensive examination and then have an operation, as the doctor said. A few days ago, I saw singer Yao Beina die of illness. I like her cover song "dear friend" very much. Every time I listen to it, I have a lot of feelings in my heart. Now, her voice has become a proof of our nostalgia. Because I've lost too much, I'm really afraid of losing now. But another sign of maturity may be to learn to accept loss and swallow the past, rather than always tit for tat with the past. I think my writing at this moment is not only a memorial, but also a certificate to look back many years later. It tells me that I have lived up to my responsibility and responsibility to protect my family, and I have not wasted my happy time. When cleaning at home a few days ago, I turned to many photos of my father and mother. At that time, you had a handsome smile, deep eyebrows, wearing a black windbreaker and hands on your hips. Looked at, then red eyes. Later, when I picked up your black-and-white portrait to wipe the dust, I cried again. I cried alone with your portrait for a long time. I murmured and complained about the results now. If you were still there, I might not be like this. If you were still there, even if I was ordinary and didn't write, I would be satisfied as long as I could live like other people's family of three. I really want to have a father like other families. Even if the father is very dignified, it's good to feel the process of you growing up with me. But I have never looked forward to such thoughts until now. I never hide my weakness and cowardice. I know I'm not brave, so I don't want to cover it up. Although I'm a boy, I'm really not as brave as you think. I won't say to myself that the suffering in life makes me a better person. I think it has nothing to do with suffering. Suffering just reminds me that if I don't climb up, I will always be trapped in a deep well and won't come out. The suffering I have experienced also makes me understand that the power of this society is far stronger than I thought. I can only run and make myself less a stepping stone for others. These days, I read Jane's "who is waiting for you in a silver shining place", which is a book based on the proposition of old age and loneliness. Turned it over, Then I saw a sentence that filled my eyes with tears: "we were driven into grief, but we didn't lose the ability to struggle. We became orphans when we were very young, but it doesn't mean we won't grow up. The people who looked at us with arrogant eyes made a mistake. They thought we were destined to be trapped in the dark, but we didn't intend to stay in the dark for too long." I know that now I am happy again. Although I have lost too much in the process of growing up and being sensible, I have been working hard for my dream of life and writing. I have people who like to accompany me and share them with me. Once, I thought that my parents could afford to wait for me and that everything was still in time, so I always took it lightly and ignored your aging. Until reality slapped me in the face again, I suddenly realized that cherishing the present is not just talking. I don't know which day in the future, you'll leave, and there's only life left for me and my mother. During this period of time, I'm so afraid because I've lost something I know I already have and cherish. If I lose it again, it will be a great blow to me. In order not to let mom and Dad love you become a mantra, and to cherish the time with their parents, I listed the following things that we can easily accomplish now:
Register a microblog for parents, teach them to play microblog and pay attention to health information
Take your parents around once in a while
Spend more time walking with your parents after dinner
Buy a camera to take pictures, or take photos of small and medium-sized things in life with your mobile phone and put them on the microblog established for your parents
Beat their backs while sitting watching TV and listen to them more
Wash the dishes with your mother or do the housework yourself
Teach parents to use some simple operations on the mobile phone, download the food app, and let them buy vegetables together and learn to beat drums
Go out and walk with them when it's sunny on weekends, or bask in the sun at the door and chat with neighbors
Plan a healthy diet for them
If possible, try to let them have grandchildren as soon as possible
If parents love playing cards and have no hobbies, they can create hobbies for them. For example, if mom can knit, let her write her knitting experience and expose it to relevant QQ groups or BBS to show her success. Teach dad to play chess online or let him go to relevant QQ groups to discuss and exchange chess, cooking and fishing. If Dad pays attention to the news, he can register his ID on the local news BBS to teach him to play. Let their parents show their talents if they have hobbies
Take your parents to a restaurant when you get paid
If you are separated from your parents, teach them to play microblogging, or often chat with them on QQ video
Keep a dog. They can walk the dog when you are busy at work or studying abroad
Find an old partner for a single father or mother
Write some health tips that need attention on the note and stick them next to the tea table, especially to remind parents not to sit for a long time and to stand up and move
We always think that this life is still long. We have time to finish what we want to say and express in the future, because we all think that we can live at least over 70 years old. So we are in love now. However, we have time to wait for the ambitious goals to be completed when we were young, but what about our parents? Do they have time to wait? Even if we wait for success, they may not have time to share the joy of success with us. On January 13, my stepfather had another operation for physical reasons. Sitting in the hospital ward waiting for the end of the operation on the day of the operation, I had five flavors in my heart, including regret, guilt, fear, bitterness and helplessness. During this period, I thought about many problems. When my father was seriously ill and hospitalized as a child, I was accompanied by my mother and me in the hospital. Now my stepfather has an operation and his children are also guarding in the hospital. Suddenly, I feel at home, which makes me feel the power of family companionship and makes me believe that everything will slowly get better. After the operation, the doctor talked to the family alone. The doctor said that the disease may recur in the future. If conditions permit, it is best to go to a good hospital in a big city for surgery. After listening to the doctor, my heart was stabbed and I felt that what I had not easily got was in danger of being robbed at any time. I blamed myself for being weak and unable to take good care of my beloved items and keep them around forever. A few days ago, when I went to the hospital to deliver meals to him, I always reminded him to remember to bask in the sun downstairs when the sun shines, take medicine on time and have more rest. After we leave the hospital, let's go shopping in the supermarket to buy new year goods. I'll buy another camera to take you out for a trip in spring. When I said this, he said with a smile, oh, I'm old, and I don't know if I have a chance to go. I also know what the disease is. If I really die, let him do it. There's nothing terrible about death. I've seen surgery so close to death twice. What else can I be afraid of. When the mother saw his stepfather finish talking, she patted the dust on his collar and nagged him that if he wanted to die, he would live to be 70. In fact, we all know that the disease may not be cured. We also know that you may leave us at any time. Before my stepfather was hospitalized at the beginning of this month, I had feelings of fear, sadness and self blame, especially fear. It was like a huge wave billowing and rolling, and it was like smoke that fascinated me. These bad feelings ran away in my body and acted recklessly. It is also like a vine, which is wrapped around the body and gradually grows and flourishes. I know what causes my fear, because I'm afraid that if my stepfather really leaves, eating with my mother will return to the same dish and soup, and even often eat leftovers. I'm afraid there's less nagging at home and more desolation. I'm afraid that my mother always goes out to buy vegetables alone without company. I'm afraid that no one will talk with my mother. I'm afraid that when I want to share the joy of success, my mother is the only one smiling, and the person I most want to stay with me to see my success is gone. I am a boy who is particularly afraid of loss, but my growth is just a boy who constantly accepts loss and learns to accept all kinds of pain and suffering in life. When I was just born, my uncle died. When I began to remember a little, my grandfather died, and then my father died. Then I experienced the pain of car accident, beating, ridicule and contempt. I think it must be these reasons that lead to many fruits on me now. Many people in my life have no time to sit next to you and listen to you tell me the troubles of the world of mortals and the bitterness and sweetness of life. When you teach me the truth of life, such as love, hate, love and hatred, you suddenly disappear. I don't feel safe. I'm not strong enough. When I sleep, I like to curl up my body into a ball, cover my face with a quilt and leave a small hole to breathe. I cry bitterly late at night. I also cry because of a scene in a TV series or when I hear a song on the road, but these things that a boy shouldn't have often happen to me. No one has ever taught me to be brave and strong, Many things I resist alone, but how can my weak body resist? For more than ten years, I have never dreamed of my father. Over the past ten years, the most impressive words for me are what you said to me when you were seriously ill: take good care of your mother, protect her, and don't let her see my weakness. I have worked hard to do what you said, but there are some reasons why you don't teach me and have to let me grope forward by myself. When watching "I'm a singer" and listening to Gu Juji's cover song "father", my eyes turned red. Because my stepfather is ill and hospitalized, I always have a lot of fear in my heart. I'm afraid that he really can't afford to wait if he doesn't go to a good hospital in a big city for a comprehensive examination and then have an operation, as the doctor said. A few days ago, I saw singer Yao Beina die of illness. I like her cover song "dear friend" very much. Every time I listen to it, I have a lot of feelings in my heart. Now, her voice has become a proof of our nostalgia. Because I've lost too much, I'm really afraid of losing now. But another sign of maturity may be to learn to accept loss and swallow the past, rather than always tit for tat with the past. I think my writing at this moment is not only a memorial, but also a certificate to look back many years later. It tells me that I have lived up to my responsibility and responsibility to protect my family, and I have not wasted my happy time. When cleaning at home a few days ago, I turned to many photos of my father and mother. At that time, you had a handsome smile, deep eyebrows, wearing a black windbreaker and hands on your hips. Looked at, then red eyes. Later, when I picked up your black-and-white portrait to wipe the dust, I cried again. I cried alone with your portrait for a long time. I murmured and complained about the results now. If you were still there, I might not be like this. If you were still there, even if I was ordinary and didn't write, I would be satisfied as long as I could live like other people's family of three. I really want to have a father like other families. Even if the father is very dignified, it's good to feel the process of you growing up with me. But I have never looked forward to such thoughts until now. I never hide my weakness and cowardice. I know I'm not brave, so I don't want to cover it up. Although I'm a boy, I'm really not as brave as you think. I won't say to myself that the suffering in life makes me a better person. I think it has nothing to do with suffering. Suffering just reminds me that if I don't climb up, I will always be trapped in a deep well and won't come out. The suffering I have experienced also makes me understand that the power of this society is far stronger than I thought. I can only run and make myself less a stepping stone for others. These days, I read Jane's "who is waiting for you in a silver shining place", which is a book based on the proposition of old age and loneliness. Turned it over, Then I saw a sentence that filled my eyes with tears: "we were driven into grief, but we didn't lose the ability to struggle. We became orphans when we were very young, but it doesn't mean we won't grow up. The people who looked at us with arrogant eyes made a mistake. They thought we were destined to be trapped in the dark, but we didn't intend to stay in the dark for too long." I know that now I am happy again. Although I have lost too much in the process of growing up and being sensible, I have been working hard for my dream of life and writing. I have people who like to accompany me and share them with me. Once, I thought that my parents could afford to wait for me and that everything was still in time, so I always took it lightly and ignored your aging. Until reality slapped me in the face again, I suddenly realized that cherishing the present is not just talking. I don't know which day in the future, you'll leave, and there's only life left for me and my mother. During this period of time, I'm so afraid because I've lost something I know I already have and cherish. If I lose it again, it will be a great blow to me. In order not to let mom and Dad love you become a mantra, and to cherish the time with their parents, I listed the following things that we can easily accomplish now:
Register a microblog for parents, teach them to play microblog and pay attention to health information
Take your parents around once in a while
Spend more time walking with your parents after dinner
Buy a camera to take pictures, or take photos of small and medium-sized things in life with your mobile phone and put them on the microblog established for your parents
Beat their backs while sitting watching TV and listen to them more
Wash the dishes with your mother or do the housework yourself
Teach parents to use some simple operations on the mobile phone, download the food app, and let them buy vegetables together and learn to beat drums
Go out and walk with them when it's sunny on weekends, or bask in the sun at the door and chat with neighbors
Plan a healthy diet for them
If possible, try to let them have grandchildren as soon as possible
If parents love playing cards and have no hobbies, they can create hobbies for them. For example, if mom can knit, let her write her knitting experience and expose it to relevant QQ groups or BBS to show her success. Teach dad to play chess online or let him go to relevant QQ groups to discuss and exchange chess, cooking and fishing. If Dad pays attention to the news, he can register his ID on the local news BBS to teach him to play. Let their parents show their talents if they have hobbies
Take your parents to a restaurant when you get paid
If you are separated from your parents, teach them to play microblogging, or often chat with them on QQ video
Keep a dog. They can walk the dog when you are busy at work or studying abroad
Find an old partner for a single father or mother
Write some health tips that need attention on the note and stick them next to the tea table, especially to remind parents not to sit for a long time and to stand up and move
Bring your good friends home to play cards with your parents on weekends
Let the father slowly give up smoking and alcohol and reduce the number of times his parents play mahjong
If there is a car, the family goes to the suburbs to take photos on weekends In fact, what we do now and what happens in our lives are memories we will miss in the future. In order to recall later, the present tense is the beauty of the rising corners of the mouth. I said to myself, from now on, I will live up to the days I have lived today. Don't always think about what you're going to do next year and the next. It's more reliable to plan today and tomorrow. As for what you have to do in a certain month of a year, it's just a driving force to push you forward. Mom and Dad, you know, I'm afraid. What I'm afraid of is that you haven't seen my success. I haven't taken you out to play and let you live a good life. You'll throw down one sentence like when your newborn father was seriously ill: Darling, I'll be back when you go to college. But I waited 23 years. You'll never come back.
Bring your good friends home to play cards with your parents on weekends
Let the father slowly give up smoking and alcohol and reduce the number of times his parents play mahjong
If there is a car, the family goes to the suburbs to take photos on weekends In fact, what we do now and what happens in our lives are memories we will miss in the future. In order to recall later, the present tense is the beauty of the rising corners of the mouth. I said to myself, from now on, I will live up to the days I have lived today. Don't always think about what you're going to do next year and the next. It's more reliable to plan today and tomorrow. As for what you have to do in a certain month of a year, it's just a driving force to push you forward. Mom and Dad, you know, I'm afraid. What I'm afraid of is that you haven't seen my success. I haven't taken you out to play and let you live a good life. You'll throw down one sentence like when your newborn father was seriously ill: Darling, I'll be back when you go to college. But I waited 23 years. You'll never come back.
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