1. Girl (1)
My daughter already has her own child, so I still call her "Yatou". This is my privilege. The girl is two years younger than her brother. She looked like a doll when she was born, with a round face, fair skin, and big blinking eyes. As the saying goes: "It's good to hit the big ones and hurt the small ones. It's better to hold them in your arms." I love my daughter more than my son, because my daughter is my mother's little cotton-padded jacket!
My daughter was just one month old, and she was busy with work at her workplace. She had to go to work before dawn, so she had no choice but to hand her over to her mother-in-law. Grandma loves her granddaughter, so there is nothing to say. Fortunately, mother-in-law Suffering from hepatitis, for fear of passing it on to her children, she would sit the girl under one year old in a large wooden basin every day, throw in a toy and let her play by herself, while her mother-in-law watched from a distance. Whenever I get off work and see my daughter waving her little hands like little butterflies and slurping excitedly, my nose feels sour. I had a short time to go home for dinner, so I put my daughter on her spread legs with her little butt exposed underneath, so that she could nurse and solve the problem of excretion at the same time. Here I am holding a bowl and eating my rice. This is called "three correctnesses". The adults and children fill their bellies. As for the daughter pooping and peeing, she is her own child anyway, so she can't care about it.
In a blink of an eye, my daughter can move, but due to sitting on the tub for a long time, her legs have become bowed. My heart goes cold. The beautiful little girl has two legs. What should I do if I have bow legs? My husband was superstitious and asked a blind man to tell his daughter's fortune, saying that the child would not grow up. This made my husband come home and tell me in tears. I said, "Are you okay with your leisure time? Do you believe in those things?" I believe me. My daughter will grow up healthy and lively. When my daughter was a child, she hardly had any injections or medicines. She even straightened her bowed legs, which finally made me let go of my worries.
My daughter is very well-behaved, playing quietly by herself without crying or making noises, so I named her "Jing", hoping that she will be a quiet and gentle lady in the future.
My daughter also had her stubborn days. Once, my work unit gave us two movie tickets. My husband and I were going to take our son to see the movie. My daughter, who had just learned to speak, squatted on the ground and pressed her hands against the movie. Standing on a small bench, I raised my head and asked pitifully: "Mom, do you want me to take care of the child?" I was so distressed that I could hardly move my feet. My mother-in-law waved her hand: "You go, leave it to me." Unexpectedly, my daughter suddenly started crying. I insisted on following him, but I couldn't coax him. I was so angry that I slapped my little butt. The little thing actually said, "Hit me. If I beat you to death, I will use it as a pillow for you." I burst out laughing. Where did you learn this?
Today’s children have to be picked up and dropped off by their parents every day from elementary school to fifth grade. However, my daughter was only picked up and dropped off twice when she went to kindergarten. From now on, she comes and goes by herself. The kindergarten is more than two miles away, and my little daughter goes back and forth from school alone every day. One day I went to work, and as I was walking, I noticed a circle of people gathered in front of me. When I looked closer, I saw an old man pushing a flatbed truck with cardboard boxes piled on top. The box was so high that the old man could only see the heads of the pedestrians in front of him, because My daughter was too young and the old man couldn't see her. The car knocked her down, causing passers-by to shout before it stopped. I pulled my daughter up in distress and looked left and right. Fortunately, it was cold and she wore many clothes, so her skin was not broken. The old man was frightened. I kept saying, "What's so great about this? Where did you touch it? Does it matter?" I told him that he didn't touch it and let him go without any worries. I dusted off the dirt on my daughter's clothes and made an exception and bought a bunch of candied haws for my daughter from a roadside vendor. , my daughter was very happy. You know, I never give snacks to my children.
My daughter has grown up, she is clever and clever in business, but the name is wrong. She is no longer the quiet girl, she has become carefree and not afraid of ghosts and ghosts. , if I had known this, I should have named her "Little Witch". I still think of her with braids and a smile on her round face.
2. Girl (2)
Another girl has been added to the family. There has been no baby in the family for more than ten years. It is very difficult. It's rare. The little girl had thin black and gray lanugo hair vaguely visible in many places on her body. It was so fluffy that I called her "hairy baby". This is also our custom here. We add the word "hairy" in front of the child's name to show affection and affection. .
The fur baby is completely fed with milk powder. At the beginning, the child's appetite is small. A bag of milk powder can last for ten days. The old man said that eating milk powder is like eating steamed buns without water. I couldn't drink it, so every time I finished feeding the milk powder, I had to feed him a few spoonfuls of lukewarm sugar water, as well as apple juice, banana juice and the like. I boil live crucian carp into white soup, or chop green leafy vegetables, wrap them in clean gauze to squeeze out the juice, and then boil them to brew milk powder to increase nutrition. When the child was five months old, his appetite increased, and the nutrition of milk powder could no longer keep up. I would steam egg custard, add minced meat, and feed him in various ways. Breastfed children always have lukewarm milk waiting for them. Feeding with milk powder is several times more difficult. They are afraid of being burned when it is hot, and afraid of being frozen when it is cold. Even in the middle of the night, they have to get up to prepare meals for the little girl and enjoy them. The process of suffering and happiness.
The little daughter is fair, fat and cute, and everyone likes her when they see her. I embroidered her clothes, pants, and skirts with patterns of flowers, birds, or small animals. She wore spring and autumn sweaters of various colors and patterns, with long ponytails. Every morning, her husband takes her little hand and carries a small bamboo basket to the nearby vegetable market to buy vegetables. No one recognizes her, and her husband smiles as she walks to the dry goods stall and grabs two red dates. Continue to walk forward to the second house. Like a bear breaking a stick, he throws down the red dates and grabs a few ginkgo nuts. They move forward one house at a time, throwing away this and picking up that. A row of dry goods bosses tilt their heads and watch. This interesting little girl.
My husband loves the little girl very much, more than the two older ones. Every day after get off work, I would magically take out some gadget or delicious food from my pocket to attract my daughter's attention. It happened that I didn't bring anything back that day. My daughter grabbed her father's pocket with her two little hands and stretched her little head in. Look, I had to use my hands to touch it repeatedly, and finally slipped off my father's lap in despair.
My little daughter is beautiful and cute. Not only our family, but also all our relatives regard her as a treasure.
My baby has grown up, and I love painting. With just a few strokes, I can sketch out simple and decent paintings. The baby is so curious that whether it is an alarm clock, camera, watch, or other detachable items, they will instantly turn into a pile of parts in her hands. But she is not just for destruction, right? Even if something has a minor problem, she can fix it. Her repair skills are even inferior to mine.
When my baby was ten years old, my husband died of illness. My eyes were swollen from crying and my throat was hoarse from crying, but the little girl didn’t shed a single tear. I thought to myself: This child is too heartless. Oh, daddy loves her so much, why is he so indifferent? Occasionally I went to the utility room and saw my little daughter facing the wall, making no sound, but with tears rolling down her face like dates. I felt sorry for her and stepped forward to hold her in my arms. There were rows of cigarettes, and on the white paper under a box of "Sequoia" cigarettes, it was written: Dad loves this kind of cigarette. I recognized it: it was my little daughter’s crooked handwriting. Oh, my eyes are moist and my heart is trembling: Mom, I blamed you wrongly. My daughter is a good and kind child.
The little bird grows up, flaps its wings and flies to the vast world. My daughter is smart, kind and shy. Actually I should have left her her sister's name. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and I am planning a trip, but I know in my heart that the main reason is that I can't let her go.
3. Son, I want to tell you
Son, I want to tell you that you are the best .
Although you are laid off and are self-employed, you have mastered the knowledge of driving, water, electricity, audio, etc. with your studiousness and intelligence; more importantly, with your integrity With a kind heart, he won himself a job and praise. Whether it is our family or relatives and friends, when they mention you, they will give a thumbs up. Mom is proud of you.
Son, you have been so worry-free since you were a child. I remember the first time I sent you to your grandma’s house, when you were less than two years old.
A few months later, when your father took you home, you didn’t even recognize your mother. You imitated the calls of waterbirds in the reeds on the riverbank at your grandma’s house, and you had a timid look on your face. It made your mother feel bad. It took you a long time to recognize her. Jumping into my mother's arms...
When I graduated from junior high school, my son was the shortest in the class. He had a handsome face and was a good-looking boy. But now he has grown taller and taller. He became a big man weighing two hundred pounds.
I remember back then, when it was a cloudy and rainy day, your mother would give you an umbrella. You would stand in the corridor of the classroom, looking for your son through the window. It was you who saw your mother first. Hurry up. He walked out of the classroom, took the umbrella, lowered his head, and muttered: "Who asked you to bring the umbrella?" Do you know? Son, I have been struggling with your words for twenty years. I always thought that you thought your classmates would laugh at you because your mother was not pretty. Twenty years later, when I mentioned this matter and said, "A son is not too ugly to a bitch, and a dog is not too poor to be a poor family," you smiled and said, "Who said you are ugly? My mother's demeanor is the best in the world." , I won’t let you give me an umbrella, I’m just afraid that my classmates will say that I’m so old and still ask my mother to give me an umbrella.” Oh, the knot in my heart opened. Brat, no matter how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes.
Half a point away, the son failed to continue his studies. It was not an era when money could bring about spiritual power. Moreover, his parents, who were workers and salespeople, did not have that kind of strength. You joined the workforce at a very young age, doing the same work as adults. Your mother feels sorry for you but is unable to change the situation.
What makes me uneasy is your carelessness. Your work unit is twenty or thirty miles away from home. When you ride a bicycle to and from get off work every day, you should check the car carefully before setting off. That time on the way to work, you were shaking your head while riding and singing, and suddenly you saw a wheel rolling in front of you. At a strange moment, someone She had already fallen to the ground. It turned out that the front wheel of her car flew off, broke her arms and knees, and bruised her face. When you got home, you joked about it and made gestures, but you knew that your mother was breaking out in a cold sweat. That time, I was driving a big three-wheeler carrying a colleague, and the car also overturned due to wheel failure...
The most thrilling and terrifying thing was that time, you drove a farm vehicle to help The boss transports fish, and the truck is a large water tank welded with thick iron plates, filled with water and fish. When it was dark, you were hit by a car coming from behind and flipped over. When you fell, the heavy water tank pressed on you again. Fortunately, the pile of corn harvested by the farmers next to you covered the water tank for you. His face and limbs were bruised and his thigh bones were cracked, but no bigger disaster occurred. My son's mother has always been afraid. You don't want to scare her like this. Maybe it was your kindness and righteousness, maybe it was the blessing of your father's spirit in heaven that enabled you to escape death. You really can't be careless anymore and should be careful everywhere.
Son, my mother has always regretted and regretted that she failed to fulfill her duties as a mother. If I had not been obsessed with playing mahjong and neglected your studies; if I had been as responsible for my children as Lala was, maybe your future would have been rewritten and your current situation would have been different.
Son, Mom knows that you have a filial heart. You are sad for my loneliness; you are happy for my comfort. But we all have our own helplessness. In your heart, you are looking forward to your mother's return, to try your mother's most delicious fried scallion pancakes and tofu rolls, and to gently beat your mother's increasingly curving back...
I am old, wrinkles have appeared on the corners of my forehead and eyes, and I am no longer able to do many things I want to do. The hardships of life sometimes make me want to sleep forever. It is my children who give me hope and joy in life. I am proud of them. I replay the scenes of my children's childhood over and over again in my mind, and I look forward to the day when they will still be around my knees like they did when they were children...
·In the eyes of my father
It seems like yesterday, I was tired and sleepy after working all day, and fell asleep with my head on the pillow. In the haze, my wife pushed me, as if someone had a stomachache, and I said, as if awake, "Maybe I have a bad stomach?" Then I fell asleep again, and in my dream I heard a woman crying. He turned over and sat up. It was really his wife sitting on the bed, wiping tears with her hands, her face as smooth as a tabby cat. Looking at the alarm clock, two big needles overlapped at 12. I yawned and said impatiently: "It's midnight, why are you crying.
"My wife said, "I've had a stomachache for a long time, and I ignored you even when I called you. She even said that I had a bad stomach, ugh--" I said angrily, "Then go to the hospital." "The sound of voices and the sound of the door opening woke up my mother who was sleeping next door. She put on her clothes and got up to see what was going on. When she heard that my wife had a stomachache, she laughed and scolded me: "You idiot, your wife is about to give birth. "As he said that, he hurriedly stretched out his sleeves and moved his little feet, looking for brown sugar and getting eggs. He didn't forget to urge me: "Why are you still standing there? Go to the hospital quickly? "I finally came to my senses, pushed out the bicycle, asked my wife to sit still and be careful, and rode straight to the hospital.
About four o'clock in the morning, the baby's loud cry came from the delivery room. Crying, the nurse opened the door, took off her mask and said with a smile: "Buy wedding candy! You have a eldest son." "Hey! I have a son! I spun around in a circle with joy and almost jumped up.
My son weighs seven pounds and has tight skin and tight flesh. Unlike the child on the bed next door, he had wrinkles on his forehead like a little old man. I used my fingers to pluck my son's pink ears. His little fingers and feet looked like nubs. The most beautiful thing was his penis. It's so watery. This thing is so valuable, hehe.
It seems like yesterday that my son could walk, waddling like a little duck except when he was sleeping. , he is the busiest in the family. He will put the broom in the rice pot, throw the shoes into the water tank, scratch the kitten until it screams, and turn grandma's sewing basket into a mess. . The sleeping look is also beautiful: two little hands are raised beside the ears, the little knees are tilted to both sides, the two little feet are placed close together to form a "heart" shape, and the little belly bulges with the breathing. He would suddenly laugh when he fell asleep, and his grandma said it was Grandma Meng teasing him.
My son is so cute, and he brings us happiness and laughter. When I came out, I came back from work one day and saw that my son had climbed into the fish tank at some point. I made the fish tank with five glass bricks and placed it under the grape trellis in the yard. The little guy was sitting in the water with his two little hands. I went to catch the goldfish in the water. I couldn't catch it. I was so anxious that I slapped the water hard with both hands. The water splashed all over my head and face. I screamed and laughed happily. I didn't care about laughing, so I hurriedly took him out. Although it was summer, soaking in cold water was no fun. The little guy was not happy and kicked his legs hard. As expected, his son developed a high fever at night. Injections and medicines did not help. His eyelids drooped during the day and he cried all night long. Thanks to my mother, she took him to find Mrs. Sun. She said she was frightened. She touched her son’s head with one hand and held it in the air with the other. She shouted: "Baby, come back." Then she told him to go home and look for him. A copper coin and an iron key were used to boil water for the child to drink. The mother was convinced and followed the instructions one by one. But strangely, the problem that had not been cured after a week of injections and medicine was suddenly cured.
It seems like yesterday that our son was about to go to elementary school. What makes us worried is that the child has been drawing maps on the mattress every day for three days. He also said that he wanted to wash my feet, so he had to do it several times every night. When she asked him to pee, his grandma said he had a short urine bladder and couldn't hold the urine in. Every time she yelled, her son staggered around in sleep and seemed to be unable to wake up. Once he got out of bed with his eyes closed and bent down to pick up his sister's white sneakers. "Suddenly" he peeed, covering half of his shoe shell. I was afraid of being frightened, so I had to let him finish urinating. Another time he walked out of the room carrying a spittoon. I followed him curiously to see what he was doing, but I saw him carrying it in one hand. Spittor, scratching his butt with one hand, walked to the door of the kitchen and stood for a while, then turned around and walked to the door of the bathroom and stood for a while, and finally stood in the living room. I asked him: "What on earth do you want to do?" "He looked straight at me and seemed to wake up after a while. The funniest thing was that I squinted after shouting once. I don't know how long I had been asleep. When I woke up, I saw that there was no son under the bed. Where was he? Let's go one by one. I searched the room, but there was none. When I opened the door, there was no one in the courtyard. I was worried, and finally found him under the table against the wall of the restaurant. I saw him squatting in the corner under the table with his arms folded, his eyes wide open. Boss, don't say a word.
This has happened so many times that my son has grown up before he knows it. Maybe his son's son will repeat his story.