In the night when I couldn't sleep, I once again unconsciously opened singer Wang Qi's "Ten Thousand Loves and Thousand Graces":
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Isn't it that we all don't grow up
You're not going to get old
Is it not that we are going to lie again?
You can still lift me up
Is not this life not to let go
We'll be able to meet again in the next life
With sensational and sad music, in this silent night, I thought of my hard-working parents again.
When I was young, I didn't understand things, and I always thought that the life in the countryside was suffocated because of the incompetence of my parents. I always think that one day I can rely on my own ingenuity to get out of the small countryside. Desperately studying, going to college, and finally proudly taking root in the big city.
When disaster strikes, you never say hello in advance. A few years ago, I gave birth to an angel baby with a beautiful face like a mixed race, accompanied by a lower intelligence than ordinary people. When I was diagnosed, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, I was unwilling, I was afraid, I was at a loss, I didn't want to live. Mom and Dad learned the news, stayed up all night, and the next day began to run around to inquire, running through several nearby villages according to the information spread by word of mouth in the countryside. They were going to inquire about a problem child in a certain village, to see what was going on with them, and to ask them how to treat them. They were on the phone, comforting me in all kinds, my daughter's situation was better than whose family's, whose family's treatment was now almost normal... What made me cry the most was that my mother said on the other end of the phone that if Shenzhen can't be cured, let my father take us to Wuhan, and I heard that there are more big hospitals in Wuhan than in Shenzhen. My poor parents, in my memory, they have not been to Wuhan, they can't even use smart phones, how can they calmly step into the door of a big hospital?
Taking the child to several hospitals for rehabilitation treatment, the days are busy, and they do not have the heart to go back to their hometown, and the phone calls are less, because there is no good news to tell them. During the summer vacation, my father insisted on coming to see me, and the next year my mother led my nephew to see me again, and every time she came, she forced me to give me 2,000 yuan, saying that it was for the child to see a doctor. The time my dad came, he was afraid that the money on the train would be lost, so he deliberately sewed the money on his underwear. Ordinary people can hardly imagine the weight of those money, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with blood and sweat money. On weekdays, my father, who is almost seventy years old, works hard to grow vegetables, and every three or five in the morning, he pedals a tricycle to the vegetable market at two or three o'clock in the morning. When you can get the job of helping people for short-term workers, you also have to sell coolies, and sometimes you go to the railway to help the workers build roads. In addition to playing with her own fields, my mother also went to find the idle fields in the village or even the next village to plant, and in her spare time, she also went to help people weed and plant seedlings, and a whole day of back pain can be exchanged for dozens of yuan in remuneration...
In my most difficult times, it was my mom and dad who soothed me with the most primitive and selfless love and pulled me out of the quagmire of hell. Thousands of loves, I am doomed to be their pride in this life. So pray to God, can I take my mom and dad with me while I pray for my daughter's health?
In the busy and tormented years, I was rarely in the mood to appreciate a certain song, but this one "Ten Thousand Loves and a Thousand Graces" made me tear up countless times, and I felt that I had poked into the softest place inside. I wish the kind and hard-working parents under the heavens happiness and health!
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