The Qing Dynasty miscellaneous "Night Talk of the Hearth" said: "Hundred good filial piety is the first". Filial piety is one of the most distinctive and profound traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.
Chinese the great qualities of filial piety to parents and sacrifice to become benevolent are deeply rooted, and there are countless moving stories such as lying on the ice and asking for carp, agarwood to save the mother. To this day, there are countless filial pieties in the land of China who can sing and cry, and they interpret moving stories with ordinary lives.
There is a disabled person known as "Swing Brother" in JuXian County, Shandong Province, who is more than half a hundred years old and has limited mobility, but still insists on caring for his 86-year-old mother. After the death of his father, he was born disabled and shouldered the responsibility of caring for his elderly mother, and it has been 23 years.
In addition to filial piety, Brother Swing also joined the Juxian Self-Improvement Volunteer Association, repaying the love of all sectors of society with self-improvement and unremitting labor. So what kind of ordinary but not mediocre life does this "swing brother" named Cui Zhaode have?
"Two eggs for mom"
In 2018, a reporter heard the touching story of "Swing Brother" Cui Zhaode, and a group of media members came to The Village of Guizi Guanzhuang in Juxian County to conduct a simple interview with him. The reporters did not expect that their interview had just begun, and the tears could not stop falling.
It was a cold morning, and the black buggy slowly drove into the village before dawn, and the roar of the engine and the sound of the tires crushing the dead leaves startled the dogs to bark.
The car stopped in front of a dilapidated bungalow, and if it weren't for the Spring League on the door, I'm afraid no one would believe that there were people living here.
The door was half-hidden, and the reporter could clearly smell the smell of boiled noodles in the house. Perhaps before Cui Zhaode received a call from a reporter, he was afraid that he was busy when the guests arrived, so he simply opened the door in advance to prevent others from standing outside and waiting.
"Teachers come in! I'm cooking... I won't welcome you. A hoarse voice came from the room, and the reporter heard that it was Cui Zhaode's voice. They answered in unison, and then carried the camera into the house softly, for fear of disturbing the grandmother's rest.
Sure enough, the old iron pot on the small gas stove was boiling white water noodles, and the heat of the smoke made the windows white. Cui Zhaode felt two eggs from the cardboard box and skillfully beat them in the tumbling pot, and the aroma suddenly overflowed the room.
"You and your mother are one by one?" The reporter asked softly. Cui Zhaode did not care to look back, he tore the green leaves while replying: "No, two eggs for my mother to eat." Everyone fell silent at once, and all that remained of the hut was the grunting of the pot.
Another small pot was hot with leftover leek egg cakes, and in a few moments, Cui Zhaode was filled with a bowl of hot egg noodles and two fragrant flatbreads.
He took a shaky step to the next room to deliver food to his old mother, and since the crutch occupied one hand, he could only deliver it in two trips.
This seems ordinary, nothing more than getting up early and running more diligently. But you know, Cui Zhaode repeated this life for 23 years day after day, year after year.
Her mother, Shin Youmei, is as old as ever, and Choi Hash-deok has gone from a 26-year-old boy to a 50-year-old uncle.
Filial piety is by no means a cheap virtue, and it can only be called perfect if it is persisted in doing it. For more than twenty years, not only did he go out to earn money, but the family's laundry, cooking, and sweeping the floor were all picked up by Cui Zhaode, and he was reluctant to let his old mother work hard for even a minute.
With Cui Zhaode's permission, the reporter knocked on the door of Shen Youmei's grandmother. I saw the old man dressed cleanly and sitting at a small table eating breakfast. Perhaps it was the noodles cooked by her son to suit her appetite, and the old man picked up the bowl and pulled it with chopsticks to send it to her mouth.
Seeing this scene, Cui Zhaode smiled heartily. For him, it was more gratifying to see his mother eating better than anything else. He brought his rice bowl over and sat across from his mother to eat the freshly hot flatbread together.
In the dim light were a mother and son with deep affection, and the cameraman suddenly felt that this was the most beautiful picture he had ever taken since his work.
Shen Youmei's body is quite tough, and it is not at all obvious that he is an 86-year-old man with a disability. She spoke to reporters with clear lines of thought and occasionally smiled brightly. Everyone knows that it is her filial son who gives her a sense of satisfaction and happiness.
Do not dare to disturb the old man too much to rest, the reporter simply took a few photos and returned to Cui Zhaode's room, one after another, the structure of the two-bedroom small home was clear.
What impressed her was not its small size and dilapidation, but the internal structure of the two rooms. The reporter is well aware of this, and she keenly found that Cui Zhaode was quite careful about the arrangement of the two rooms.
The room where the elderly Shen Youmei lived was a low, spacious bed, which was intended to facilitate her movements and sleep comfortably; Cui Zhaode's room was a small broken bed.
In addition, the cooking stove was forced into Choi Zhaode's already cramped hut, but the square table for eating and the cabinet for storing food were in his mother's house.
The mind was obvious: stoves were dangerous, so stay away from their mothers; the old man often had low blood sugar, so the food should be closer to her. Thinking of this, a warm current arose in the reporter's heart.
She has interviewed and reported countless stories of filial piety, and it was the first time she had seen such a careful and considerate elder brother Cui Zhaode. Everyone says that shandong han is rough and tough, but the heart of the tough man is not lacking in gentleness and delicacy.
Swinging brother with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders
"Have you ever heard your nickname 'Swing Brother'?" The reporter asked Cui Zhaode an interesting question. Over the years, the media and netizens have continuously reported his deeds, and when everyone saw him walking and shaking, they affectionately called him "Swing Brother".
Obviously, this nickname is not discriminatory and sarcastic. In their opinion, calling "Cui Zhaode" by his name is a bit distant, and it is better to call it kindly like this. A simple "brother" word conveys the reverence and care of countless people.
Swing Brother smiled shyly, shy like a child in front of the camera. Judging from his heartfelt smile, the reporter knew that he liked the title. He is optimistic and confident in facing life, and the nickname taken by netizens is a compliment to his optimistic spirit.
For people with disabilities, a proper and decent humanistic care is invaluable. Alternative eyes and excessive attention will make them feel cramped and uneasy, and Chinese netizens use this way to cheer cui Zhaode up, which makes people can't help but feel the Chinese nation and the disposition of goodness and friendship.
The reporter noticed that the action of the elderly Shen Youmei was not very convenient, and it seemed that he and the swing brother had the same disease. Brother Swing affirmed her point of view, although he was not quite sure whether it was a genetic disease or not. He recalled the past many years ago, and his eyes were full of nostalgia and hope.
In 1968, Cui Zhaode was born in Guizi Guanzhuang Village, JuXian County, Shandong Province. He was the first boy in the family, and there were two older sisters above him. When he was born, his mother Shen Youmei was 36 years old, and his father was slightly older, and the two sons of the middle-aged son were very fond of him.
Unfortunately, Cui Zhaode inherited his mother's leg disease, and his legs were congenitally deformed, which doctors said could not be corrected for a lifetime. Someone came up with a ghost idea that it would be better to throw him into the ground, but the two sons resolutely disagreed, and they could not bear to abandon their son who had two eyes and water spirits.
Cui Zhaode has been in pain since childhood, squeezing and twisting his leg bones to hurt his heart at night, and he lies in his mother's arms and cries, sometimes unable to sleep all night. In order to treat their son's illness, the Cui family spent all their savings, and even then it only stopped the pain.
His deformed legs and shaky posture will accompany Choi Throughout his life, and he is discriminated against in school, with classmates laughing at him for walking like a zombie and refusing to make friends with him. The serious lack of physical and mental health made Cui Zhaode have no intention of studying, and he dropped out of school and went home before he finished primary school.
At a young age, he knew that it was not easy for his parents to earn money to support the family, so he always shared the chores of the family as much as he could. He was only a teenager, but he was skilled at cooking, taking care of his little sister who was also sick, and usually helping his mother to do handicrafts to earn some change.
The children of the poor have long been in charge, and Cui Zhaode's growth experience perfectly confirms this sentence. He was not overwhelmed by illness and prejudice, and all the setbacks that cut his head and covered his face turned into a driving force to push him through the thorns.
Children of the same age clamor for pocket money every day, and Cui Zhaode seems to be the pillar of the family.
The tenacity of the small top beams and pillars is inseparable from the large top beams and pillars - the father's weight forward. In 1995, however, a sudden change took his life. That year, Cui Zhaode's father was diagnosed with advanced bowel cancer, and he died of pain in the hospital ward.
The doctor told Cui Zhaode that this disease will have severe pain in the middle of the period, and ordinary people can't stand it at all, why doesn't anyone in the family find him abnormal? Cui Zhaode was stunned, and the tears that came out of his eyes blurred his vision.
Yeah, why didn't anyone find out that his father was sick? Because the taciturn old father never said a word of pain.
He devoted all his efforts to desperately earning money, the daughter-in-law who was sick in bed, the four children waiting to be fed, if he said it hurt, what would the family do?
The top beam and pillar have collapsed, and the days will eventually go on. The two sisters had long been married to other places, and the little sister had just died not long ago, leaving only Cui Zhaode and his mother in the whole family.
As if overnight, Cui Zhaode was like a middle-aged man, and all the wind and rain would fall on his back.
That year, Cui Zhaode was only 26 years old, and the responsibility of caring for his 63-year-old mother fell on his head. His mother had given everything for him, and there was no reason for him to unload the burden on his shoulders. Cui Zhaode, who had a determined look, bravely straightened his waist and struggled to hold up a piece of the sky for his mother.
23 years, more than 8300 days, the times rotate day and night, and time is like an arrow. Friends of the same age get married and have children, start a family, and their lives are colorful. Cui Zhaode used his youth to single-mindedly do only one thing — to take care of the old mother who only her son could rely on.
"You can't eat the country's food in vain"
Because most of the family members are sick, the Cui family has not saved any savings, and almost all the money is spent in hospitals and health centers. His father's departure cut off a large source of income, and in order to support himself and his mother, Cui Zhaode, who had been working on the farmland at home, decided to work to earn money.
He suffered from a leg disability, and no one dared to take him around several construction sites in a row, and even the hotel was reluctant to ask a disabled person who "affected the appearance of the city" to wash the dishes. The world is big, where to go? Cui Zhaode was deeply aware of the benefits of reading at this moment.
But now is not the time to think about life and hang your head, the hundred or so dollars in your pocket are about to bottom out, and it is imminent to find a stable job. At the critical moment of life and death, well-wishers in society reached out to him.
There is a caring organization in Rizhao City, and they are very sympathetic after hearing about the tragic situation of the Cui family. After several setbacks, caring people contacted Choi Siu-tak, who was willing to fund a second-hand electric tricycle so that he could make money.
Cui Zhaode was so touched that he tried to kneel down several times to kowtow to the well-wishers and was stopped. Their acts of kindness are like a seed, deeply rooted in Cui Zhaode's heart. In the years since, Cui Zhaode has done his best to help others and strive to pass on this love.
With a tricycle, Cui Zhaode started the business of soliciting customers in Juxian County. His family is more than 50 miles away from the county seat, in order not to delay earning money, he gets up at four o'clock every day, makes breakfast for his mother, and rushes to the city, working until eight or nine o'clock in the evening.
One is the mother who needs to be taken care of, and the other is the livelihood of the rushing and toiling, Cui Zhaode drags a pair of sick legs day and night, striving to achieve both ends. He didn't know if his illness would suddenly worsen and he would completely lose his ability to work, so he had to race against time.
On a day of three rounds of camping, the income is only forty or fifty yuan, and every day I have to meet some arrogant and difficult customers. Some people without conscience see that the driver has limited mobility and run away without giving money. Cui Zhaode had no choice but to lie on the front of the car and cry fiercely.
Fortunately, there are always more kind people, and their every move gives Cui Zhaode endless warmth. Once, pulling a few drunken passengers, he saw these bare-chested, tiger-backed big brothers a little angry, afraid that they would go to the place to spread the debt.
As a result, these big brothers chatted happily with him all the way, heard about their unspeakable secrets, and secretly stuffed dozens of dollars under the cushion. Cui Zhaode wanted to thank him in person, and he always had to identify them well before loading the passengers, but he never saw them again in the next few years.
Cui Zhaode understood a truth: people should not be disguised. Just as he is crippled, many people have a side that does not match his appearance. As long as there is kindness and sincerity, anyone can be lovely and beautiful.
In the 21st century, the municipal government's control over tricycle solicitation has become more and more stringent, and Cui Zhaode's business has become more and more difficult to do, and he has tried to look at the gate and deliver the courier. As his old mother's illness worsened, he was forced to give up his livelihood in the county town and return home to take care of his mother wholeheartedly.
The thin fields that had been abandoned for many years were neatly organized by Cui Zhaode, and he also worked part-time to collect waste products for a living. The days were bitter, but fortunately, the meager income would not make my mother hungry and short of medicine. Her elderly mother often urinated and urinated, and Choi patiently changed her clothes over and over again.
Everyone in the village knows the touching deeds of the great filial piety Cui Zhaode, who visits the door every New Year's Festival, or brings some rice and flour grain and oil, or helps him wash clothes and sweep the yard. Everyone praised his filial piety, but Cui Zhaode said that this was a duty to be a son.
The village cadres applied for all the subsidies that could be won for Cui Zhaode, and the low-income households, the needy households, and the disabled people were guaranteed, and the miscellaneous subsidies added up to more than a thousand yuan a month. With the help of the state, he finally no longer had to falter and work.
In 2014, the Disabled Persons' Federation applied for 16,000 yuan for the Renovation of a dangerous house for Cui Zhaode's family, and his family's dilapidated and leaking thatched house was completely renovated into a clean and bright brick house.
In addition, the Disabled Persons' Federation also gave him and his mother a wheelchair, Cui Zhaode left one for his mother, and donated another to the local charity organization. He said he could walk on crutches and use a wheelchair as a waste of social resources and should be reserved for the disabled who needed it more.
His family has a cat and a dog, both stray animals that Cui Zhaode picked up outside. They rummaged through the leftovers in the garbage can all day, and Cui Zhaode couldn't bear to see it, so he took it home and raised it. Even when he encountered hungry animals running three rounds, he always reached out to help.
In 2016, Cui Zhaode officially joined the Juxian Self-Improvement Volunteer Association, which was filled with some disabled friends like him. Everyone actively participates in various love volunteer activities and creates greater social value with a thin and sick body.
Cui Zhaode often has a sentence on his lips: "You can't eat the country's meal in vain." In his eyes, state aid is not an excuse for him to lie flat and be lazy. Life is about struggle, as long as he can still move, even if he is on crutches, he will do something for society.
Cui Zhaode's hunched body staggered, and the sun sprinkled on his troubled cheeks, emitting a dazzling brilliance. In the small body of "Swing Brother", there is a pure heart and a soul that stands tall in the sky.