Prose reading: yellowed old photos

Dream like dust, looming. Standing on the threshold of May memory, I gently opened the yellowed old photos. Whose heart is hurt by memories, whose face is wet with tears. ...

Father wore a blue robe and showed a calm smile. Mother's gentle and kind eyes, including how much love, are fixed in the past autumn. How much love is hidden in their hearts, the flowers that bloom for whom, and the true feelings of dedication.

Outside the mottled wall of the years, the beautiful thoughts on the ground spread out one by one When red water drops are everywhere, the wind blows away the dust. Leaving only the weathered eyebrows, staring at the world, silent.

Silence in a person's dusk, experience the peace and sadness that is not disturbed. Deliberate aftertaste and feelings, the happy and happy atmosphere of the family that once stayed together.

My loving parents gave us a lot of love and care. Watching geese flying low and the sky hovering, I seem to have entered an unforgettable childhood.

Gray wooden door, long courtyard; Dense fences, pigsty with adobe walls. Mother is cleaning the yard and mother is cooking in the kitchen. Mother is watering the buttonwood; Mother is spinning under the lamp.

Every Sunday when I was a child, I always stood in front of the door with my mother and four sisters. Looking forward to my father's tall figure, smiling face and vigorous pace, striding towards us. The winding path in front of the door carries many wonderful hopes of childhood, and it is the happiest and most beautiful paradise of childhood.

My father used his calloused hands to cut, sew, farm and pull carts, which propped up a blue sky for us. Mother's thin shoulders are writhing. She is sewing buttons, weeding and pulling the rope hard, so that we can walk behind. She gives us support and helps us study. She is our big umbrella against the wind and rain.

The eldest sister in the photo looks like a peach blossom and smiles brightly. Is she happy to be admitted to a first-class university or to have a beautiful daughter? The beautiful yard seems to have been echoing my sister's beautiful voice: "Little sister, you should study hard and get into a good university in the future." "ah! My lovely daughter is really beautiful. " Big sister always speaks so gently, which makes people feel very sweet and warm. It can give people encouragement and transmit positive energy, so that you won't be addicted to stopping and just want to go forward wholeheartedly.

At the moment, my second sister's eyes are full of tender affection. Elder sister goes to college to support her family and reduce the burden on her parents. Second sister went to work early as soon as she graduated from junior high school. In the storm, I was busy repairing the motor in the tractor factory. When you are free, you will take my fourth sister and me out to play and help us comb our hair and wash our faces. Although sometimes her temper is a bit dignified, Second Sister is very capable. Inside and outside the house, she has been cleaning, and she also helps her mother wash it in her spare time.

Third sister had bad eyes and a little myopia since she was a child, but she was stubborn and refused to give up. Swimming is a strong point. As soon as I graduated from junior high school, I responded to the call of the party and went to the countryside. Only her own heart knows how much she has suffered and how tired she is. In the year of eye surgery, others cried out in pain, but Third Sister just silently endured it. Later, Third Sister's eyes gradually recovered, and she worked harder. After work, I was admitted to medical school with tenacious fighting spirit and became a well-deserved doctor.

My brother is very sunny and has been a handsome boy since he was a child. Although his family dotes on him a little, he is the softest, and it is a bit difficult to hide others. A chivalrous heart, like to help others. He loves to laugh by nature and is an optimist. In the days of decentralization to the countryside, we often went back to the village to help the production team, which was well received by the villagers.

Fourth sister, big eyes and white skin. People send the nickname "big eyes". If we are angry that day, we will sing loudly: "big eyes, big eyes, there is no light when sleeping in the dark." The angry fourth sister is in distress situation.

Cece and I are the closest in age, so we spend the most time together. Go to school together, go home together, sleep together, and have no less quarrels. Fourth sister is courageous, but I am timid. We complement each other. In that unforgettable day of being sent down, whenever I was bullied by others, my fourth sister supported me and protected me.

As for the youngest, I was born a pumpkin. Round face, with a chirp overhead. Because I am the youngest, I like to sleep next to my mother. Under the care of my sister and brother and the care of my parents, my life is full of sunshine. Yes, affection is strength, which gives me a lot of support and makes me have a warm home; Family is the ocean, which takes me to a distant place and makes my journey forward not lonely.

Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable and surging. When I was in high school, my mother suddenly left us because of illness. Since then, I have planted the seeds of missing. Waiting at the door again and again, hoping that my mother's unexpected figure will come near. Looking up at the place is a dream, let my tears touch my clothes.

A year after my mother left, I didn't expect my beloved elder sister to leave one after another, which made us even more heartbroken. Things didn't work out, so we had to bite the bullet and bury the pain without asking each other. ......

How many joys and memories I left when I lived with my father. My father gave me endless love and care, which made me feel the warmth of my family. But ten years later, my father died again, which made me burst into tears again. Life is really sad, bitter and unforgettable, with blood, tears and sadness.

With a messy journey and a lonely journey, I felt the colorful knocking of leaves in other places, which stung my wandering heart. Tear down this emotional curtain, close the heart door and block the unpredictable clouds in the world.

Gently close the yellowed photo, and I don't know when, tears wet my eyes again. The past is like a cloud, and the past is like smoke, gently drifting through the heart. Look out of the window, there is another blue sky, full of flowers, butterflies and bees.

In spring, I listened to the sound of birds singing, looked up at the old swallow in front of the hall, and spread my wings in love with the world. Just build a new nest and fly back and forth in the air. Year after year, flowers bloom and fall, sending away the east wind and spring and welcoming the bleak. In the afterglow of the sunset, her tears slipped quietly on my lips. ......

Time goes by, and the steps are in a hurry. The only thing left is this yellowed old black and white photo. She stood in the dark background, telling the past, witnessing the ups and downs in the long world of mortals, and the floating life and joys and sorrows that left indifferently. ......