lin qingxuan

My father and I felt very close when we were in the second year of high school.

Once, my father and I went to live in our forest farm. My father and I slept together and chatted by candlelight. Father: Yes.

I talked about how he was full of ideals when he was young. He went to the mountains alone and opened up a 470-armor mountain.

He said: "Just under the bed where we sleep, many snakes crawl in to hibernate in winter and get up in the middle of the night."

Then, everyone should stand on tiptoe to avoid stepping on snakes. "

My father told me: "The most important thing for young people is hard work and courage."

That night, I talked with my father for a long time before falling asleep.

I was very moved when I woke up, because I had never spoken to my father alone for more than an hour since I was a child.

Let alone sleep together.

In our parents' generation, because we didn't receive much education, we added China tradition and Japanese education.

They become serious and are not good at expressing their feelings, which often leads to a generation gap and makes us unable to understand and get close to each other.

After thirty or forty years of hard work, this generation of parents can get closer to their children, but because things are busy,

Time is running out.

It has been more than 20 years since high school, and I often miss talking with my father by candlelight.

Unfortunately, my father has passed away, and I will never have that kind of happiness again.

We should always cherish the time with our parents and children, because the good times are fleeting!

Fake beggar

lin qingxuan

In the market, a beggar is often seen sitting in a wheelchair with a dirty towel around his waist.

Upper body askew, limply collapsed in the chair, sad and vacant expression.

His sad and vacant expression is the most painful, so many people give it to him.

At noon today, I walked through the market and saw a familiar person standing at the watermelon stall for lunch and selling watermelons.

People are talking and laughing. I'm surprised: why does this person look so familiar? Will he be my friend?

I was not sure, so I went back, stood under the eaves and looked at him, looking for memories.

Ah! It was the beggar in the wheelchair!

He used to walk standing, he used to have lunch, he used to laugh loudly, he used to be able to.

Fake!

Then I saw his shabby wheelchair and towel abandoned next to the watermelon stall, which proved what I saw.

It was a great surprise, which made me fidget all afternoon, as if I had been cheated by my good friend.

It was not until the evening that my heart calmed down, because I thought of a good young man who would be crooked all day.

How difficult it is to pretend to be paralyzed, and how vivid his sad and vacant expression is, are better than ordinary ones.

performer

He is not a beggar, he is a busker, and his performance is paralyzed, sad and at a loss. I was moved by it, naturally.

There's nothing to be upset about!