Grandparents take their grandchildren to slip by! The words are straight, but they speak the voices of too many elderly people

There is also sweetness in the bitterness of the sun

Decades of hard work

Retirement has nothing to do

The son and daughter-in-law are busy at work

I had to work as a nurseryman again

The boss took care of it for three whole years

Greet the second child to the bed

The full moon hairy baby is like a baby chrysanthemum

Petite flowers unfold in front of your eyes

Hold it in your hand like dough

Soft and soft and pitiful

Always pampered

It is even more difficult to sleep at night and five nights

Although tired heart is also sweet

Spring goes from winter to winter for another year

Baby health I rejoice

Turn around and snuggle up before the knees

Family harmony is praised

There is no resentment in the heart

Indifferent to life

The family will be happy forever

An old man with his grandson at his children's home said:

It's Grandma, no one wants to see;

It's the master, it doesn't matter;

Be a guest, do whatever you want;

It's a nanny, and the cents don't earn;

It's the chef, the old eats leftovers;

It's procurement, pay for it yourself;

It's a volunteer, no one likes it.

It's too hard to take the grandson

Get up early, afraid of frightening your daughter-in-law's dream,

Let's get up a little bit, and I'm afraid of my son complaining;

Cook too much rice, afraid of trampling things,

Do less, and be afraid of the stomach calling;

The dish was fried raw, and the daughter-in-law only shouted that it was difficult to swallow,

The dish has been fried, and the son has no taste;

There is less salt, and the grandson is noisy and tastes light.

A true portrayal of bringing grandchildren

Children at home, a little idle,

Children go out and feel lonely;

Knock on the door, it's all raw faces.

Take the baby for a stroll, afraid of being abducted.

I am sick and dare not speak,

Grandson has a cold and rushes to hospitalization;

End the and pee, tears cry dry,

Tired and tired, unwilling.

Voices of Chinese grandparents

When I had a son, I liked it with all my heart,

Counting on the pension, but becoming a ring.

Living in his house, it is difficult,

It is better to be at home, free and casual.

Think of opening, the world travels all over,

Can't think of it, Sun has the final say!

——For the old brothers and sisters who watch the grandchildren and the old classmates