The most precious thing in life is family affection, friendship and love

Before the age of thirty, I had the impression that my parents were healthy and full of vitality. They are like mountains behind me, shielding me from the wind and rain. However, the years are like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting the vicissitudes of their forehead knives. Calculate two accounts, how much time you can spend with your parents each year. Parents are older, how long can they stay with them. The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, the son wants to raise and not to wait, as long as there is a chance, especially the Spring Festival, they will strive to return to their hometown and small county to accompany their parents.

This year's Spring Festival train arrived home at about 10 o'clock in the evening, my mother had already packed up the bed she slept on, and the kitchen and dining table were full of prepared dishes and semi-finished products, most of which I loved to eat. I don't remember much about what my parents loved to eat, but my parents remember it clearly. Accompanying parents to eat New Year's dinner, setting off firecrackers, and watching the Spring Festival Gala, companionship is the most precious at this moment. On the fourth day of the first year, my father suddenly thought that he wanted to go to the martyrs' park in the county. Immediately arranged, driving ten minutes to arrive, martyrs park in addition to the monument is also the same as when I was in elementary school more than thirty years ago, other changes are very large, the newly built martyrs memorial square solemn. The previous recreational facilities and a small zoo were all moved out. The preferential care building is inhabited by the elderly and the families of martyrs who have retired from the army, free of charge. Standing on the Pingba in front of the Youfu Building, you can overlook the entire county. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the park, and when the weather is good, my mother often brings my father to exercise. On the fifth day of the first year, my mother packed honey, sausages, bacon and eggs last night. In the morning, he sent me downstairs, and when he left, he had everything in his heart, but he didn't know what to say. When my mother turned to leave, she saw that her hair was graying and her steps were hobbling, and a wave of bitterness came to her heart.

Everyone is busy during the New Year, and they are not embarrassed to disturb others. I met with a few friends who grew up playing, chatted happily, and even forgot the time when the conversation rose. The older you get, the smaller the circle. It is often linked to play together by a few old brothers.

Back at home in Changsha, the scene in front of me shocked me, my uncle (daughter) had a fever sticker on his head, and he had a low-grade fever since the second year of junior high school. The sixth grade was on duty at the unit, and when he received a call, he heard an urgent voice: "High fever, thirty-nine degrees eight." ", a foot on the accelerator to run home, and then hurriedly packed up things to rush to the hospital, wait for the fever to subside, back home. It didn't take long, the temperature rose again, and I hurried to the hospital, waiting for the nucleic acid test results, and it was more than three o'clock in the morning when I returned home from hospitalization. These days there is no uncle's voice, the heart is empty, always feel that something is missing. There was only me and my wife and I who ate at home, and the heavy responsibility of cooking fell on my shoulders, I hadn't cooked for more than two years, my hands were so raw that I didn't even know how to hold a kitchen knife. Madame's mouth is also clenched, and different dishes are needed every day. alas! I am not Huang Rong, who is skillful and can make so many different dishes. Still envious of Brother Jing, he found a virtuous lady and made a good meal. Go out to buy vegetables, the price of vegetables shocked me again, chives eight yuan a pound, a small section of lotus more than eight yuan, not the family does not know the cost of chai rice. Wash and cut the ingredients and stir-fry, busy and happy. When madame ate, her eyebrows were stretched, and she seemed to be quite satisfied. I didn't want anything else, and I silently prayed in my heart that my grandfather could be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.