Affectionate warm little story_A warm little story about affection

Family love is a long line in the hands of a loving mother, weaving out the dream of children flying high; family love is a strict father's eyes full of tears, reflecting the children's growth of the road. Affection gives us warmth is anything can not be replaced. The following is a small story of affection that I have organized for you, I hope you like it.

The warmth of the affectionate little story 1: In memory of my grandfather

He is an ordinary people, this month at the end of life. Overnight, the beard turned white and the hair fell out. His face became more crooked as the cancer played tricks on him. He keeps calling out in a weak voice the names of loved ones he has yet to meet.

He was an ordinary fisherman who gave birth to seven children, four boys and three girls.

Kinship is objective, feelings are subjective. I witnessed my grandfather slowly dying and could do nothing about it. I never shed a tear. Grandpa's life is bound to die. And how many lives have quietly disappeared from our side, too late for us to grieve. How many lives have disappeared triggering our metaphysical thoughts about life.

Grandpa experienced the 20th century China's great anti-Japanese war, the smoke-filled civil war, the historic founding of New China, the heartbreaking "", so that people nagging _, the reform of the market economy, the 1998 hundred-year flood.

The new century, the new China is rich and strong. However, Grandpa still thought that the president of the country is the emperor. The rich are the landlords, and we are the grassroots. The country of him is not effective, only the world, only tangential interests in money. In fact, the old man in the countryside, a lifetime of living so long is enough. Grandpa did not have a wealth of knowledge, nor did he have a sense of time. He was looking at the calendar to do things.

It's a new century, and China can move towards being more powerful. Unfortunately, the old man was not able to continue to live. Even the strongest people have to leave the world. China is strong again, what we need is the happiness of the people. What the people in the countryside need is harmony and stability. They have no more luxuries than that. It would be best if their children and grandchildren could go abroad to study, do business, and prosper.

The Chinese moon is fuller than the foreign moon. Since the reform and opening up, the moon in China is getting fuller and fuller. His children are happier than before. There are meals to eat, not the previous thin porridge, but delicacies, delicious; have a room to live in, not the previous gloomy hut, but a wonderful residence; have a car to drive, motorcycle or better than a bicycle; have money to spend, and sometimes you can let the ghosts push the mill to do things to go after them.

The ideal of life, a generation, two generations can be realized. As long as there is a dream in, the blood can boil; as long as there is faith in, problems can be solved.

Relatives chose a piece of feng shui land for grandfather's grave. His grave was built luxuriously and beautifully, and it was a fruitful one belonging to him, the crystallization of his life's hard work. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The good people should be able to get the fruit after giving, which is the most fair gift of God.

Kindred spirits are objective, feelings are subjective. I witnessed my grandfather slowly dying and could do nothing about it. I never shed a tear. Grandpa's life was bound to die. And how many lives have quietly disappeared from our side, too late for us to grieve. How many lives have disappeared triggering our metaphysical thoughts about life.

My kind and unparalleled grandmother always guarded the parting bed in the dark house, feeding him water, eating, changing his clothes, bathing him, and helping him with his bowel movements. We all watched over him, doing the same simple, uncomplicated, touching things. He certainly needed so much pampering and care, and that was happiness.

He was obviously content, and it's true that in this life, he didn't do anything earth-shattering. However, we have all grown up, and this is the first step forward in his great career. So, how can you not be satisfied?

He was eager to go out and see the face of his hometown and the strange world. Perhaps he had countless images in his mind,

However, he was incapable of describing and speaking. It was as if the outside world no longer belonged to him.

At the end of his life, the only thing he could count on was a wooden bed and a warm quilt for his children and grandchildren who loved and cared for him.

The world outside is wonderful, and the newborn children have created many wonders for the world. Nature still works her magic of immense abundance, and everything changes. Tomorrow will be better! This is the naked confession of life. There is nothing more touching than this confession. If there is no tomorrow, then mankind will cease to exist and the present will be meaningless? This is my guess, and it may be correct.

Grandpa's body has tended to be thin, skin on bone, the whole body looks unbearable. One word came out of his mouth at a high frequency: ? Good-oh! Good oh!? Was he answering? Death? to his own summons, promising an immediate trip to Hell to meet the King of Hades. If not, then it is clearly a fervent expectation that yes, all will be well with the present and the future.? Good-oh! Good-oh!? This brief word, a rhythmic poetic word, conveys this religious sentiment of mankind's supreme beauty

? This is another of my guesses, and it may be correct.

I have many more guesses about life, and my metaphysical musings never cease. I don't know that I should or shouldn't, but it's an inevitable part of my quest toward a purer meaning of life. My grandfather, of course, did not know that I was so sensitive, but all this should be thanks to his blessing. It was bestowed upon me by him. The hardest moments in the history of my life have been the most bewildering ones, and this is such a time. My nothingness, my weakness, my inability to do anything about it, and even, now, I have not had the opportunity to experience this one death myself. I was on my way when I heard the news, and it was the day I left for Thailand to study.

It all seemed inevitable. If I had been a free-flying kite, I now seemed to have a flutter in the air. My heart can not be calm for a long time, although there is no tears welling up, nor is it an indication of my strength, the inner moments tied tight, the kind of contradiction and pain who can understand?

In this most difficult moment, time will fade away everything, I am a good person to forget all the sadness.

Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you to the end.

I am willing to use my conscience and filial piety and perspective to force life. Find a suitable place for you in the image of human civilization and draw a beautiful portrait of you, which belongs to us.

Grandpa, the tall sky will always erect your image from now on. The clouds are not just clouds, the stars are not just stars, the birds are not just birds, all these things that we look up to are not just things themselves. Henceforth they are images of living beings, with blood, flesh, crying, laughing, and at the same time with black eyes that gaze downward. Everything in the earth continues to exist under the care of the Great Love. Perhaps, whenever in times of excitement, as I look up, I will also call out to you.

In the early morning of June 15, 2008, Guangzhou

In the evening of September 15, 2015, Shenzhen

Kindred warmth short story part 2: Dads Cheat Sheet

It's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over, what to do now is good? I'm really going to have a wedding banquet, and I have a feeling that something big is going to happen.

When I was a kid, I actually never thought that now when I really want to get married, I just want to hold hands with my beloved and take a walk to register on an ordinary and uneventful afternoon. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do it in the best possible way.

Because, I have too many moms and dads? The first thing you need to do is to ask for your hand in marriage, and then you can ask for your hand in marriage. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.

Two dads, one in Taichung and the other in Taipei. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time.

The first thing I did was to ask my parents to marry my daughter, so I had to organize a wedding banquet to fulfill their wish.

Luckily, my mother-in-law is a very modest person, and she took good care of me. But God is fair, don't have to arrange this, have to arrange that. I have to bother coordinating the ? Both sides?

Starting from who will sit at the main table, it makes my head two big heads. Both mom and dad were not shy about yelling about the importance of their own families. They've been fighting all their lives, and it looked like they were going to win at my wedding.

Normally, I live with my mom, who is emotionally unstable and picky in the world. But I didn't realize that Dad was the hardest one to handle this time!

Dad stayed in the army for twenty-five years, some of the traditional concepts in the bones are y rooted. Because of this stubborn dad, in the process of organizing the wedding, as long as the caller ID? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

My adrenaline started to rise.

I wanted a relaxed wedding, but he was so serious about it that he was obsessed with every detail. What's even worse is that one day he tried to make the trip from Taichung to Taipei, and he said, "I want to sit down with your mom and talk to her. I want to sit down with your mom and talk about the details of the wedding," he said. he said.

Sit down and talk about it? Jesus, the last time they had a sit-down? The last time they sat down and talked? , was when they got divorced over twenty years ago.

I was in tears of fear and begged my mom to get in the way. I shuddered to think how pandemonium these two would talk about my joyous occasion.

When the mother's heart is soft mud, mom converged temper, took the initiative to call dad, dad had no choice; tone of voice loosened a lot. However, later I mentioned: ? Wedding, in addition to my mother-in-law will certainly be on stage, auntie and you on stage, auntie and you on stage, everyone together to guests to raise a glass

? What? Dad interrupted me, his tone of dismay, as if he had received a heavy blow.

Apparently it never occurred to him that there would be anyone else on stage but him. He was so dominant that he thought the wedding was his venue! He plans to charter a car and drive his family and friends to Taipei to congratulate him. His comrades in arms could incidentally treat my wedding as a reunion, and he was even going to go on stage as the host and loudly announce that he had finally married his daughter! But I was the one who got married!

My biggest wish at this wedding is, is to thank my uncle, who has raised me for more than twenty years, in front of my family and friends. For so many years, I never had the opportunity to be in a formal occasion, seriously say to my uncle ? Thank you?

So, in addition to asking my dad to make a speech, I am at the same time eagerly inviting my uncle: ? Tinkerbell, can I ask you to give a speech at my wedding? Tinkerbell is my usual nickname for my uncle.

? I'm not used to being in front of so many people. But I'm not used to speaking in front of so many people! Your father is more eloquent, so let him do the talking. The uncle politely pushed back.

I had to plead solemnly: ? Tinkerbell, I really want you to speak at my wedding, then everyone will know that you mean the most to me!

Uncle thought for a while, and finally graciously agreed: as long as you feel that this arrangement is what you want, you can ah!

Uncle is like this, has been quietly support me, with me, indulge me.

From childhood to adulthood, every one of my crazy ideas, uncle never felt ridiculous, he always went along with my nature, pragmatically help me to consider those delusions, in the place where he can help me to make strength? Even though a lot of the time, I was just talking on the spur of the moment, and that's all.

Dad, this wedding is not just for you, it's also for my uncle, who will be attending in the same mood as he is marrying his daughter, and will be wearing the same boutonniere as you.

Two

The wedding went as well as I could have dreamed. Standing on the stage, looking out over the room, I couldn't hide my excitement. This was the moment I had been waiting for!

I spoke slowly: ? God knew I was a troublesome child, so he sent three angels to take care of me growing up? My mom handed me the art of living, the perseverance to face life; my dad passed on the gift of creativity and taught me to be a good person.? Speaking here, I paused for a moment and turned my gaze slowly to my uncle, ? However, I feel that in this world, what I have really been taught is? Love? The person who really taught me what love is, is my uncle.

In my mind, those images of spending time with my uncle began to flip.

Thirteen years old, skipping school, jumping on the bus to find my uncle, who enlightened me.

When I was fifteen, I had an operation for pneumothorax, and my uncle stood outside the hospital room and waved his hand to cheer me up.

When I was sixteen, after the high school exam, my mom advised me to go to a commercial school to get a job earlier, but my uncle thought that I should study more, so I went all the way to a university graduate school.

At the age of 20, my mom was suffering from cancer, and my uncle accompanied my mom to the hospital for treatment.

In the research institute, the pressure of writing thesis made me often have stomach cramps, and my uncle rode a motorcycle in the dark late at night to take me to the emergency room.

After entering society, whenever the low tide of work and love hit, my uncle accompanied me to walk on the sports field, lap after lap?

In the blur of tears, I saw my uncle walk stoically onto the stage.

Today he especially combed a gentleman's head, leather shoes polished, boutonniere end in front of the chest. Uncle took the microphone, slowly spoke: ? I grew up with very little opportunity to know what it is to be moved to the point of wanting to cry, and today I finally experienced it? The first time I met Weiwei was twenty-two and six months ago, when she was still under fourteen years old, a clueless child? In normal life, she called me Dingdang, Dangdang, whatever she called me, we feel like a family

Twenty-two years and six months ah! I've been with my uncle for more than half of my life?

I took an arrow step and jumped forward, hugging my uncle tightly, tears rolling down my face. Thank you, thank you did not run away, thank you did not dislike me as a drag, thank you for more than twenty years without complaint to take care of our family? What I want to say more in my heart but can't say is: ? In my heart, you are not only my uncle, you are my father!

At this time, the corner of my eye, I accidentally glanced at the stage of the dad. Dad's eyes, seems to have flashed a flash of gloom

Good strong dad ah, I? Thank you.

Three

The next day, Eddy was anxious to see the photos and urged his brother to connect his camera to the TV. A scene from the wedding banquet reappears? Wait, what's this? I hit pause and cocked my head to study it. On the screen, it was the side face of my uncle, who was looking intently at the small note in his hand with his head down.

I patted my brother with my hand and asked: ? What was Tinkerbell looking at when you took this picture?

? A cheat sheet?

I wondered, then my brain turned and my heart warmed up. Ah, it's a cheat sheet!

That night I squinted and thievishly chased after my uncle to confirm: ? Tinkerbell, I heard that you made a cheat sheet oh, I found out!

? Right ah!? Uncle coyly admitted, ? I was afraid that I would forget if I was nervous.? Then the uncle went on to say, ? I was outside looking at the cheat sheet just as your dad was walking towards me.?

? My dad? I was so nervous," he said. What is he doing?

Uncle laughed out loud: ? I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm not sure what I'm doing.

I saw him reading the cheat sheet in his hand, too

I wanted to witness that one image: two dads, looking at each other's cheat sheets in their hands, startled, pausing, then unable to stop themselves from giggling.

The picture started to go backwards.

How could I forget that when I was preparing for the wedding, I called my dad to ask if I was in the photos he took when he left home to make the movie? A few days later, Dad sent an organized folder, from my croaking, to running a relay and falling in elementary school, to the college ceremony? He put the photos in order and wrote a clear description. It turns out I was in his heart all along.

How could I forget that before I got married, I went to my grandmother's house with my moustache to give incense to my ancestors, and my dad came out of the room and put on a jade pendant that he had treasured for many years with his own hands. He held my hand tightly and solemnly handed me over to the moustache guy with a deep promise in his eyes. Ah Wei will be in your hands from now on.? Dad eyes red, choked up.

I also absolutely can not forget, the wedding, I and moustache step on stage, the host then invited both parents on stage to raise a glass.

This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most popular movie, and I'm sure it's a good thing I've never seen anything like it.

It dawned on me that some people's love is around, and some people's love is not spoken.

I didn't realize how much gratitude Dad extended these hands with, welcoming another man to share with him on his daughter's big day? Father? This throne, and with how much gravitas, watching his daughter excitedly express her endless gratitude to another dad on stage.

I always remembered that I had two dads, and I forgot that both dads only had me as a daughter.

Dads, thank you for being proud of me, because I am y proud of you too!

The warmth of family love short story 3: mother's rape flowers

I was born in the north, grew up in the north. Last year, when spring was approaching, my mother planted a few acres of rape on a whim.

April is the period of harvesting rapeseed in Huizhou, and in the north, in April, the rapeseed period has just begun.

On Labor Day, my father drove me home from the bus station, and the car drove on the road home, and I looked out the window and saw my mother cultivating fields of rapeseed. Although they were not very large and did not form a very shocking beauty, they contrasted sharply with the colors of the surrounding fields, and were abrupt but not lacking in flair. The father exclaimed, "Well, the rapeseed flowers are really quite beautiful.

The summer is approaching and the canola is ripe. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for the new car, and then I was able to get the money to pay for the new car. The first thing I did was to put a piece of tarpaulin or a cut snakeskin bag on the ground, and my mother was responsible for harvesting it, and I was responsible for tying it up. My mother would cut a few canola plants and throw them on the cloth, and I would go up and gather them together and shake them a little so that the canola seeds, which would easily fall off, would fall directly onto the cloth, and then I would bundle them up and throw them in the car. It took two days to finish harvesting less than two acres of canola. Next there will be more complicated work to do, need to shed the rapeseed, and then a little bit of sieve to remove the broken leaves. I saw a lot of rapeseed on the land after the harvest, but my mother did not think that there is no way to avoid it, but maybe things are not as bad as you think.

After the end of the high school exams, because the vacation is relatively early, in time for the family to collect corn. The mother pulled me into the cornfield, mysterious look. When I walked in, I was surprised to find a large area of rape on the ground covered with wheat straw, green? A group of? small plants, let the heart warm. Mother said, just long fallen rapeseed out.

I saw the mother has sifted clean rapeseed in the home warehouse. I cupped my hand and sprinkled it down, feeling the delicate feeling of the rapeseed across my palm, and I was suddenly struck by a feeling of emotion. The nature took tens of thousands of years to create such a wonderful plant, and the mother, with a pair of hard-working hands to restore its original appearance.

On New Year's Day, while the family wrapped dumplings and watched the Spring Festival Gala, I suddenly remembered that I sat in my father's car and saw the scene of rapeseed flowers in full bloom, and then asked my mother to say, this year, planting or not planting rapeseed, my mother replied, ask your father to ask him to collect it is not too much trouble. My father laughed and said, "If you like it, I'll plant it with you. Mother smiled and nodded.