I saw an article on the Internet, and human feelings are as thin as paper.
To the effect that "I" was a child, my family was poor, and my parents had no choice but to persuade "me" to quit school to work to supplement my family, and "myself" was reluctant to do anything. The family credit relatives of the piglet, the relatives find a reason to come to the door to ask for debts, the father angrily scolded the mother spineless, and reprimanded that the piglet must be returned. The process of retiring piglets is sad and touching, and I can't help but think of my childhood, talking about thanking my relatives and friends who have helped me... More to comfort his impetuous heart, Quan Zuo remembered bitterly.
I remember the most difficult years in my family, when I went to college and my sister went to high school. My father has been working at the construction site for many years, even if he is close to Lucheng, as long as the construction site starts, he will not miss a day. Except for the funeral, Murakami went back once, and the rest of the big and small things were handled by the mother alone. Mother is not easy, memory she never enjoyed the leisure of housewives, she planted more than a dozen acres of land at home, in order to let her father work more at the construction site, she had to carry all the work in the family by herself inside and outside.
Poor fifty dollars...
After lunch on Sunday, my sister and I were about to return to school, and our backpacks were ready, but we couldn't leave, and we hadn't received our food bills yet. My mother was grimacing and spinning back and forth, just not mentioning money, and neither of us dared to speak out. (We both understood that there must be no money in the family, and it was harder to open our mouths to borrow money than to cut my mother's flesh.)
At a loss, the sound of rags on the street came. We rushed out together, and after some haggling, a tricycle of firewood plus two broken bicycles sold for a total of 50 yuan, and we all laughed and finally returned to school normally.
I brought $30 and my sister brought $20. Embarked on a path of poor schooling. All the way we were speechless. Whenever I think of it, I am filled with tears, not for the poverty, but for the struggle in the barren land and the difficulty of our parents doing their best to provide us with school.
Graduation, love, marriage...
In 2007, there were a lot of happy events, I recruited into the teaching team in May, my sister was successfully admitted to college in August, and I got married in November.
The cost of marriage was absolutely astronomical to me, and the rhetoric that had once been so rhetoric was so pale at the time.
I only remember that my uncle and aunt sent twenty thousand, the two little aunts and uncles each sent ten thousand, and I raised ten thousand from my friends. With everyone's help, I got married smoothly in the style of "empty gloves and white wolves" and began a new journey.
Today, my children are complete, my parents are healthy, and my family is harmonious, I am always glad that I have met the best family affection in the world, but I have no way to repay them, and I can only silently bless them in my heart, well-being, happiness!!!