My father and mother

It was one evening 40 years ago, My father sent my mother back to my grandmother's house, walked to a small bridge at sunset, suddenly took my mother's hand, said I like you, my mother thought that my father was playing a rogue, and ran away in fear. Later, they got married and gave birth to me. One day, a small pig raised by my mother fell into the swamp, and my mother cried urgently. Dad came back from work and desperately rescued the piglet, maybe now we will feel ridiculous, but on that difficult day, a piglet is the only property of Mom and Dad.

Another year, when I was eight years old and my sister was two years old, the diesel stove in the house suddenly caught fire. My mother was overwhelmed and desperately hugged my sister and me, and my father rushed into the room and took the stove out with his hands, and his hands were also burned. My father was a very honest man, honest enough that when others beat him, he would not fight back, and afterwards my mother said that she had never seen my father so brave. This is the story of my father and mother, very plain, but very true.

In fact, the meaning of your parents' existence is not how much wealth they bring you. Parents are the mountains behind us, and when we think of them, we forget our fears and are full of strength [prayer]