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Mother, wife, daughter Author: Cao Jiancheng

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Mother, wife, daughter Author: Cao Jiancheng

Mother, wife, daughter

  They are all guardians of my life, and with them, my life is full of joy and hope.

  I remember when I was eight or nine years old, I remembered my birthday; On December 28, 1952, because ~ because of this day, my mother would always buy me a bag of colorful bean candy, red, green, yellow, white, like pearls, very beautiful.

  I bought it at Uncle Hou's grocery store at the end of the alley, and I can buy a big bag for a dime.

  I gently picked up the smallest round bean candy with my little hand and held it in my mouth, and the sweet taste still lingers today......

  My mother slowly squatted down and gently stroked my little head, once, twice, three times, it felt itchy and warm, and I was like a frightened deer, ducking into my mother's arms, giggling and laughing, but my mother's eyes flashed with tears of happiness......

  I picked up a red, big bean candy from the sugar bag, stuffed it into my mother's mouth, and shouted: Mom, you taste, it's very sweet.

  My mother hugged me tightly, and the tears rolled down and fell and fell......

Mother, wife, daughter Author: Cao Jiancheng

  This is the lamb knows how to feed, the lamb knows how to feed!

  Twenty years have passed, and I am married and have my current wife, Chang Yuling.

  In the first year after getting married, we still lived in a single dormitory, which was a small house of only ten square meters, there was no ambiguity, the room seemed to be cold and cold, except for the big red happy word paper-cut on the door, a little warm, the rest was just like the winter of that year came extraordinarily early, and the snow had fallen outside the house~~

  I got out of the screening room, stepped on the thick snow, hunched my hands, and pushed open the single door with the big red word "Xixi", a smell of burnt kerosene came to my nose, the smoke in the hut was billowing, and she didn't know what she was doing with the squatting around the corner.

  After a while, she stood up, turned around suddenly, as if by magic, holding a large bowl of hot noodles in both hands, with green green onions floating on it, and two tender poached eggs lying on it, and said softly: Happy birthday!

  Suddenly, my heart was hot, like a wooden pillar, standing in the middle of the hut, stupid and not knowing what to say. This is the treatment of the great scientist Chen Jingrun!

  It was December 28, 1979, my 27th birthday.

Mother, wife, daughter Author: Cao Jiancheng

  The small alarm clock on the table was replaced by a large watch on the wall, and at that time, the needle was still walking so unhurriedly, walking, unconsciously crossing nearly half a century.

  My hair is gray, my eyebrows are white, and the momentum of being a soldier is long gone.

  Once a railway soldier, the heroic ambition of a student soldier can only be swayed on the tip of the pen.

  Luckily, my wife gave birth to a pair of twins, and they were dragon and phoenix twins. I am very proud to say: We can be both father-in-law and father-in-law, haha.

  It is said that the daughter is the father's intimate little padded jacket, which is not false at all.

  's daughter was a soldier, and according to the current fashionable saying: she is a second-generation soldier.

  Maybe it was cultivated in the army, but she didn't know what words to describe my father, who had been a big soldier.

  No, it's my birthday again, and it says that I've been in this world for sixty-eight years. My daughter went to the old shop roast duck restaurant in Beijing early to order a birthday dinner, and made me a bright and bright national uniform, which she wore on her body, just like being a groom again, making my old woman's wife jealous and jealous.

  When the banquet started, my daughter rolled up a roast duck cake for me with her own hands and handed it to me respectfully, with another sweet word: Happy birthday!

  Yes!

  Happy me, drunk, drunk!

Mother, wife, daughter Author: Cao Jiancheng

  In an instant, my mind was churning; Mother, wife, daughter, three of my most beloved relatives in my life, it's good to have your care!

  I wish that this traditional virtue of the Chinese nation will be passed on from generation to generation and carried forward from generation to generation......

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