The first short story
Once upon a time, there lived a rich man in a city. He has three sons: the eldest son loves to practice martial arts and doesn't understand literature; The second son knows literature but not martial arts; The third son knows nothing, but he is very filial.
One day, his father died of illness, and his three sons were very sad. At this time, the eldest son cried and said: It's no use crying when father is dead. Divide the property first! All right! The weapon is mine. You can't take it. ? The eldest son said while picking a weapon. The second son smacked his lips and said, I study accounting and spend money. Can I have the jewelry? The eldest son and the second son basically took away the good ones, leaving only some books for the third son to take away. The third son thought about it and said that his father died and his mother was still alive, but his mother could not live by herself. Did the second son scratch his head and say, let the mother live in each of the three sons' homes for a month? If she gets used to it, where will she live! All right! ?
In the first month, the mother came to the eldest son's house, and the eldest son asked her to March to fetch water. The eldest son secretly eats meat in the kitchen and makes hard cakes for his mother in the living room. As soon as the mother saw it, she left and went to her second son's house.
The second son is a scholar, but he is very cunning. He only gives his mother porridge thinner than water, and her mother wants to eat meat. The second son said: My meat is harder than the hard cake of my eldest brother. Can't eat. ? The mother dared not complain and left her second son's house!
Mother came to the third son's house, and the third son saw that his mother was thinner than before, and immediately made a lot of delicious food for his mother! Since then, the third son has taken care of his mother alone, not only taking care of his life, but also chatting with his mother every day and telling him stories in the book. Mother's life in her third son's house is getting happier and better, and she praises her third son to everyone. But the third son just smiled and said, My mother raised us, and now I do less than one tenth of what my mother raised us. There's nothing to boast about! ?
The story reached the ears of the Jade Emperor and the Tathagata. They sent God to meet their mother and their third son, and awarded their mother as a hardworking Buddha, and their third son as a filial god! Since then, the virtue of filial piety of Sanzi has been passed down from generation to generation.
Short Story Recitation Part II
It was 1 1 when I was sleeping, and it was snowing outside the window. I curled up under the quilt, picked up the alarm clock and found that it had stopped. I forgot to buy a battery. It's so cold that I don't want to get up again. I made a long-distance call to my mother:
"Mom, my alarm clock has no battery. I have to go to the company for a meeting tomorrow. I have to catch up early. Please call me up at six o'clock.
"Mother's voice on the other end of the phone is a bit hoarse, and she may have fallen asleep. She said, "OK, OK. "
I was having a sweet dream when the phone rang. It is dark outside. Mother said over there, "Xiao Ju, get up quickly. There is a meeting today." I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It's only five forty. I shouted impatiently, "Didn't I tell you to be at six o'clock? I want to sleep for a while, but you disturb me! " My mother suddenly stopped talking on the other end of the phone, so I hung up.
Get up, freshen up and go out. It is really cold. Snow is flying all over the sky, and the world is vast. I kept stamping my feet on the bus platform. It was dark around, but there were two white-haired old men standing next to me. I heard the old man say to the old lady, "Look, you didn't sleep well all night. You have been urging me for hours, and now you have to wait so long. "
Yes, the first bus won't come for five minutes. Finally, the bus came and I got on it. The car driver is a very young man. After I got on the bus, he drove away with a bang. I said, "Hey, driver, there are two old people down there. It's so cold that people have been waiting for a long time. Why don't you drive when they don't get on the bus? "
The young man proudly said, "It doesn't matter, that's my parents! Today is my first day driving a bus, and they came to see me! "
I suddenly cried. I saw my father's message: "Daughter, my mother said it was her fault. She didn't sleep well and woke up early, worried that you would be late. "
Suddenly remind of a Jewish proverb:
When the father gave his son something, the son smiled.
Dad cried when his son gave him something.
If you have seen it, remember to be a filial child. In this life, you owe too much, only your parents don't ask for anything in return. Don't complain about your mother's nagging. Be considerate of them.
Short Story Recitation Part III
I once read such a story:
A 13-year-old girl works as a nanny in a rich family.
One day, the host family ate moon cakes. The host also gave the girl a moon cake. The girl didn't eat with her master. She went to another room. No one noticed whether the girl ate it. In the girl's room alone, a sweet moon cake was blurred in the girl's strange eyes. There is a familiar figure that is becoming clearer and clearer: she is hunched over, sweating and weeding, collecting dung in the hot sun, and struggling to support a home in the rain. She is the little girl's mother. The little girl's nose hurts so much that tears blur her eyes. So, she wrapped her trembling hands in old newspapers layer by layer and hid them carefully. Little girls should leave them to their mothers to taste!
As the days passed, the little girl finally had a chance to go home. The tender little hand solemnly held out the moon cake, and the joy that had never been seen before swept the whole body: Mom, would you like to try it?
The ancients said:? Accept a drop of water when necessary, and I will repay your kindness with spring water. ? Therefore, only when there is filial piety in the heart can we realize the world full of filial piety; Only by being grateful can we appreciate everything that life brings us: filial piety-not necessarily the kind of event that makes people cry, but the heartfelt gratitude. I have been cared for and cared for by my parents since I was born. At the same time, I also learned to care and be a filial child.
One day, I came home from school. I heard my mother moan as soon as I walked in the door, huh? Why doesn't mom go to work? I felt terrible. I ran into the bedroom and saw my mother lying pale in bed. At this moment, my eyes are full of tears. Mom smiled and said:? It's okay. Let's do our homework first. Mom, how can it be okay? Did you take your medicine? Eat later. ? Usually learn to look like a mother and touch her forehead with her hand. Ah! It's too hot. I said decisively:? No, let me do it! ? However, my mind is blank. What should I do? Suddenly, I thought of my previous fever. So, I ran to the bathroom, soaked the towel with water, wrung it dry and put it on my mother's forehead, and put the thermometer under my mother's arm. After all, I sat by the bed and asked my mother about her illness. I helped my mother sit up. Mom smiled and said:? Much better. Go and study. ? But there is a surge of strength and responsibility in my heart, and I must stick to my mother's side.
After waiting for a long ten minutes, I looked at the thermometer. Oh, my God! 39 degrees! I quickly dug out a few bottles of antipyretic drugs in the medicine box and read the instructions carefully, which read: Take after meals. So I decided to cook for my mother first. My mother used to make noodle soup for me when I had a fever, and told me it was better to drink noodle soup when I had a fever. All right! I decided to make noodle soup. I put a poached egg in the soup, and the smell of noodle soup came to my nose. This is, my stomach began to protest, but I held back my hunger, took the noodle soup to my mother and said to her, Mom, drink a bowl of noodle soup first. ? Mother nodded excitedly. I gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it gently with my mouth a few times, and fed it to my mother before I felt hot. This is how my mother usually takes care of me. After my mother took medicine and went to sleep, I stayed by her side and changed her towel. Gradually, my mother's fever dropped, and I remembered that I didn't write my homework, so I hurried to do it. The next morning, I came to my mother's house together and asked her how she was. She said yes, she and her father always praised me: our children have grown up and can take care of their mothers. He is a filial child. ? My heart is sweeter than honey.
? Filial piety? Let me really feel the warmth of the family and the greatness of dedication. At the same time, I also understand? Filial piety? The real meaning of "caring" is caring from the heart.
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