Today I want to tell you a story about our neighbor.
It is often said, "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors," and "It is better to be with neighbors than to wear leather jackets." "My hometown is in the countryside, our neighbor's family is very good, simple, hardworking, whenever I eat, my neighbors will bring out the rice bowl, get together, chat and eat, this is the warmest picture in my childhood memories."
Later, when I grew up and went to middle school, I often came home once a week or two, and sometimes when I came home from school and caught up with the adults to go out and lock up, I would go back to the neighbor's house, drink water, and eat when I caught up with the meal. Usually, there are good meals or melons, fruits, pears and peaches growing in the field, and neighbors often give each other. When the family is happy in red and white, the neighbors are helpful throughout the whole process and are very enthusiastic and effective.
Especially after I got married, every time I went back to my mother's house, I saw these neighbors, or met in other places, not to mention how kind, hometown people. Later, our family went to the city, and the number of times they came back was also less, once or twice a year, but the nostalgia was warm in the depths of memory.
A few years ago, the neighbor's house was in the summer vacation, in front of our house is the material stacking ground, the need for water is extracted from my family faucet, can help as much as possible to help, the two families are happy to see the new house built.
This year my family's bungalow fell into disrepair and became a dangerous house. Bulldozers were used to bulldoze the house in order to build a new house. It was the busy season of apple bagging farmers, and there were no construction workers, so they waited. When my mother came back from the city to pick chrysanthemums, there was no place to live in the family, and the neighbor aunt warmly welcomed her mother to the new house to live with her, and also set up her family stove to cook a variety of delicious meals, which were very warm.
My brother beckoned me to build a house in my hometown, and I rarely had time to go back to work in the city. Once, my mother came back from my hometown and said something to me, which made me very moved. When building the wall, the brother considered that in the future, the rain washed out and was afraid of the neighbor's wall leaking rain and seeping water, so he did not tell the neighbors, let the workers go to the market to buy some plastic sheets, and sandwich a layer of plastic sheeting between the walls of the two families to play an isolation and protection role. The worker master said brother, it is rare for a neighbor like you to use so much plastic sheeting. The brother smiled and said that the money was worth it, and the walls of the two courtyards were safe. After the neighbor came back from the field, he was very grateful, saying how I didn't think of doing it like this, but the young man ran outside one day and was well-informed, so it was so good! At that time, the weather was very hot, the neighbors took out a lot of watermelons from home, and the laborers and masters were sweet in their hearts! After that, the neighbors became more enthusiastic, and when my chrysanthemums were ripe, they helped pick them!
Two good neighbors who make friends with a piece of plastic sheeting. On the surface, it is the plastic sheet that has achieved good nostalgia; in fact, it is for the sake of others to put themselves in the shoes of others, have neighbors in their hearts, support and care for each other, and only then have they achieved the good story of hard to buy good neighbors!
In the fast-paced era of materialism, this rare nostalgia is like a clear spring, nourishing people's hearts and making people's relationships sweet and mellow.