In this world we live in, many things happen every day.
We cannot stop time, we can only move forward in the long river of time without hesitation and live our lives desperately.
Whether you are a high-ranking big shot or an ordinary citizen, the sun rises one day and sets all night. Rushing forward in the alternation of day and night, experiencing the joys, sorrows, joys, separations and separations of the world, as well as success in life
The ups and downs of failure.
Human beings are the most intelligent creatures in this world. With emotions and wisdom, the real world is constantly developing and changing with each passing day, and the emotional world is full and full of passion in the process of growth.
Just because of emotions, living in the sunshine has a taste, and we have the goal and courage to fight for it.
We are still unable to care about the lives and joys and sorrows of big people. Ordinary people have an ordinary world, and the ordinary people's ordinary years are more like a song, which is thought-provoking.
In the world we live in, there is a group that lives at the bottom of society, doing jobs that are looked down upon by others, and serving people who open their mouths to eat.
Most of them are children from rural areas, and there are also many laid-off city dwellers. They form a catering army, busy running around in the hard work, which is a beautiful and sad scenery.
Cook, waiter.
I don’t know since when they have filled every corner of our urban life. They work hard every day under the stars and the moon, try their best to prove their existence with sweat and delicacies, and create the future with their hands.
They are workers who live in the dark night.
They are a group of people worthy of respect.
Lao Tan dragged his tired body and climbed up to the door of his home on the fifth floor step by step with lead-filled legs. He took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently opened the door.
It was strange that at this time of the day, his son and Lin Yan had gone to bed early. When he opened the door, it was dark. Only when he turned on the switch would the light illuminate the home.
But today the lights are on, and my son is wearing a brand new sports vest and underpants, standing in the living room playing with a basketball in his hand.
Lin Yan admired her baby son while watching TV, with a smile on her face.
Both of them were awake, but they seemed to be in high spirits.
"You haven't slept yet?" Lao Tan asked. Infected by the interest of his son and his wife, he smiled, and he looked like a tired boy.
"Today is Saturday, and I won't go to school tomorrow. Dad, my mother signed me up for a basketball class today." His son Jiaheng said excitedly.
"Basketball class? You want to play basketball? You can play, you are a little fat guy now." Old Tan said with a smile.
"My mother just wanted me to lose weight and sign up for a basketball class." The son said, bumping the basketball in his hand.
Lao Tan walked up to him and took the basketball from his son's hand.
This is a new ball. It looks like I just bought it today.
"Would you like to play basketball?" Lao Tan asked.
"willing."
"Playing basketball is tiring, and you can easily get injured."
"I'm not afraid."
"That's fine, but you can't delay your studies."
"I know."
"How tall are you now?"
"One meter four."
Old Tan smiled and touched his son's head and said, "He is ten years old and 1.4 meters tall. He is considered tall."
The son seemed a little dissatisfied with his father saying that he was ten years old, so he corrected him: "Nine years old."
Lao Tan smiled happily and said to his son: "Dad loves to play basketball. He participated in a basketball game in the city and came in second place."
"Dad, were you in junior high school or high school at that time?" my son asked.
"High school." Lao Tan replied.
After answering his son's questions, Lao Tan's eyes couldn't help but flash back to the scene when he was playing basketball in high school.
Hey, at that time-------
The green years are the youth worth remembering but the most reluctant to remember.
Many people are nostalgic for their high school life, which is a transition from ignorance in junior high school to youth, a stage when people begin to become adults, and they have the most beautiful memories.
But for Lao Tan, it was a period of time that he least wanted to mention. It was very gray and obscure.
He was stunned for a moment, and then said to his son: "You can play basketball if you want, but you must be excellent."
Lin Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, said: "What's so good about him? I just told him to exercise, not to be so fat, and to focus on studying." Then she said to her son: "I tell you, it's okay to play ball, but you can't delay studying.
, I won’t ask you to play if it delays your studies.”
The son blinked his eyes and said, "I understand."
Lao Tan handed the basketball in his hand to his son and said jokingly: "Dad will take you to the stadium to play when you have time. Dad can play basketball."
"Okay." The son said happily.
Lin Yan said to her son: "Okay, it's almost done. It's already eleven o'clock. Go to bed quickly."
The son was obviously still unsatisfied, but his mother had spoken, so he had to put the basketball on the ground and reluctantly walked to the bedroom.
Lao Tan went into the bathroom and started to wash up and take a shower. When he came out after taking a shower, the lights in the living room had been turned off and it was dark. The lights in his son's and Lin Yan's rooms were also turned off, and they were obviously asleep.
He stood in the living room in a daze for a while, sighed involuntarily, and then entered his room.
Usually after entering the room, I would sit down at the desk and light a cigarette, sort out my thoughts for the day, go through the day's work in front of my eyes like a movie, leave the unfinished work behind, and tell myself to finish it the next day. Then I think about it.
Arrange the tasks one, two, and three for the next day, and don’t go to bed until you have thought them through.
But today he didn't think about the day's work, nor did he plan for the next day. He just sat at his desk and lit a cigarette in a daze.
My son is ten years old and is as tall as my shoulders. This boy will become a big man in the future, about the same as me and probably even bigger than me.
Life is so wonderful. Having a son with your own blood flowing through your body is the continuation of your own life.
Continuation, continuation of life.
Because of this life, life is full of sunshine and reasons for struggle, and becomes beautiful.
Hey, if you don’t have a family, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are, and if you don’t raise children, you don’t know the kindness of your parents. This is true.
Needless to say, being the head of the family. I started to be the head of the family at the age of thirteen and lived as a branch of the family. I suffered too many looks and ridicules. What happened in the end? I still had a good life, started a family, established a career, and had such a big man.
son.
There is no need to mention the past days. The hardships and tiredness are all gone, and there is no point in talking about them. Those who have not experienced it do not know the hardships, and those who have experienced it do not want to talk about it because they cannot bear to look back.
Life is like this, as long as you live, you have to live it, unless you die.
But how many people who live well are willing to die?
People have to live, and only by living can they prove the value of existence, and they have to live well.
Another point is that if you don’t raise children, you don’t know the kindness of your parents.
Yes, when I saw my son today, who was already on my shoulders, I couldn't help but think of my mother. How could I not have experienced her son's age? How could my mother not be filled with joy when she looked at her son?
Mother, mother, mother who has worked hard all her life------
Two warm masses filled Lao Tan's eye sockets.
I vaguely saw my mother, who was thin and frowning------
It was a snowstorm all over the sky, the north wind was blowing sharply, and snowflakes were floating in the sky. My mother was carrying a basket, wearing a single coat and a gray scarf on her head, braving the wind and snow, walking in the cold, going from house to house.
Begging for life-saving food for six children------
Tears uncontrollably filled his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.
Blurred vision.
But everything in my memory is so clear.
It was summer, and he was playing barefoot in the creek near the village head not far from his home. It was noon, and all the friends he was playing with were told by their mothers to go home for dinner. He was left standing by the creek alone, waiting for the production team to leave.
Mother returning from work.
When his mother appeared from the intersection, he happily shouted from a distance: "Mom - Mom -"
His mother dragged her tired body to him, and he happily held her hand, as if holding the whole world.
"Mom, I'm waiting for you." He said with a child's smile on his face.
His mother touched his head lovingly, her face full of exhaustion.
"Mom, carry me across the river." He said coquettishly.
My mother was too tired, so she said gently: "Let's go there. Mom is tired. Look, Mom is still wading across the river."
After the mother finished speaking, she put her feet into the river. The moment she lifted her feet into the river, he saw that the cloth shoes on her feet were torn, and a toe was exposed------
The mother stepped into the river with her bare toes, and the water ruthlessly covered the mother's instep, followed by the second one------
He stood blankly by the river, the hot midday sun shining dazzlingly on the river.
Mother's feet------
Mother wading in the river ------
He saw the white hair on his mother's head and Shoulou's body ------
At that moment, his young eyes were filled with tears------
After that, he never went to the creek at the end of the village to play again.
He hated that river, even though it had brought infinite joy to his childhood, he still hated it.
His mother's pair of cloth shoes with exposed toes were more dazzling than the dazzling sunlight. They stung him for a lifetime, and he still feels...
Therefore, whenever he comes home, he will buy a pair of shoes for his mother, for no reason or reason.
Nowadays, my mother's shoes can't be worn. They are cotton, plain, leather, cloth, silk, soft leather------all kinds.
My mother said not to buy it because I wouldn’t be able to wear it.