This article only records his own family, dedicated to the greatest father and the most kind mother in his heart, and a group of relatives who love me and I love.
I grew up with a happy family, even when I was young, I felt bad and unhappy.
Looking back now, I feel like I grew up in a happy family.
Dad traveled a lot and came back every three to five minutes.
The impression of my father is very strict, always looking like I am thinking, and now that I have grown up, I know that it is the external manifestation of pressure.
Dad worked hard.
Dad's pressure can be said, Alexander.
Dad is alone in the outside to earn money to support the family, the key is to provide my brothers with school, two do not rush to the 80s, there are always some sad post-80s.
And it is also the king of two children who have been fond of since childhood, and who fight everywhere and get into trouble.
Dad has resisted the burden for my brothers for more than twenty years, and sometimes I think that I am really unfilial and did not reduce the burden on my father in time.
The old mother is the typical housewife, the kind of hard-working, emaciated and diligent.
The impression of my mother is that I will tell my mother everything.
When I was young, I was really afraid of my father, and I didn't dare to tell my father anything, and I didn't dare to ask my father for anything.
I don't know if I was timid or how to drip at that time, I was afraid in the face of my father.
But since childhood, the courage outside has always been not small, and any bad thing dares to try.
Maybe this is the natural fear, but his own father, it doesn't matter.
Now that I am older, I am afraid of my father, and now I am no longer afraid of the fear I was when I was young, but more of respect and filial piety, always thinking of buying him something.
Although I have grown up, after all, I am still young, and there are still many things to try, and perhaps there will be a lot of experience or experience that needs to be absorbed.
Things in the family are always endless, always trivial and complicated, but warm.
Judging from the current three views, it seems that these things constitute a home, that is, the wanderer often accompanies the mouth: the taste of home.
The word home is both sacred and secular, within reach and far away, which can make people feel warm or disgusting.
Home is a contradiction for many people, but I firmly believe that most of them are still warm.
My home is simple, everyone wants to be an independent individual, and the weight in the home is full.
Everyone's place in the home is fixed, but everyone wants to go alone.
Having said all that, I feel very blind.
After all, I don't have a family I have formed myself, I haven't experienced it, and the concept of home seems to be very pale and weak, not a little convincing, but I really feel it. (Written before marriage)
The family seems to have more laughter after the birth of the eldest brother's daughter, and I think this is not bad.
When people grow up, many things can't be done, and they can't help but sigh that it was good when they were young.
Dad looked at his niece and smiled happily, and it seemed that as long as Dad had a smile, everyone in the family couldn't help but laugh.
But when the mother laughs, it is also very good, and when she laughs, she feels good, and I think that home should be like this.
Author: Peng Shao Killer