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In the evening, my uncle called me and said that something happened to my father. The old couple quarreled a lot at home and fought with each other. My father was so angry that he couldn’t stand it. He asked me to buy quick-acting heart-saving pills and send them to me. My father was always strong and had never heard of heart problems. It was midnight again, and the drugstore was closed. But it was so urgent that I couldn’t ask carefully. I quickly found a friend who was familiar with me and had a history of heart disease to borrow quick-acting heart-saving pills. I ran to my mother’s home with my lover and saw my mother standing aside without saying a word, both my aunt and uncle persuaded and comforted my father. I took out the medicine and asked my aunt to arrange my father to take it. When my father calmed down, he asked for the reason. When he told me the truth, although I had been used to getting along with my parents since I was a child, I was still angry and helpless. It turned out that my father was angry just because of what my mother said casually while watching TV. So my father used to slap his mother, and at this time my mother was not as weak as when she was young, he picked up the slippers at his feet and threw them at his father. His father was stunned by the slippers hitting him. His heart beat abnormally immediately, not because of the pain of being hit by the slippers, but because of his mother’s actions, he was severely frightened, he covered his heart and squatted on the ground, and no longer continued to punch his mother. My mother was also scared, so she called my uncle and them immediately. After we all arrived, my father said angrily: how dare she fight back and hit me! Now my parents are both over 60 years old. Every time I tell them about this past event more than ten years ago, my father is still angry, but his spirit is obviously lost; My mother is very proud of her feat, because that night, all of our relatives didn’t sympathize with my father because he was beaten, let alone criticize my mother. Since then, father’s irritable character has gradually calmed down, and his respect for mother has increased day by day. They no longer quarrel, scold and fight because of poverty, tiredness and trivial things as they did when they were young. My parents are very simple and hardworking farmers. My father has a little culture and has been doing financial work in rural enterprises all the time, but he still needs to cultivate more than a dozen mu of land in his family, heavy work made him irritable. His mother was hardworking, frugal, tolerant and kind, inheriting the traditional virtues of Chinese women. The memory of his father when he was young was always tiny or even unknown, she lost her temper to her mother and even made fists. Most of the time, her mother always wiped her tears and said something irrelevant to her neighbor who came to inquire, not to mention her father’s fault, but the years changed year after year, there is almost no obvious change in our family’s life. The contradiction between parents is their character, but the concept is unprecedentedly consistent. No matter how hard or poor the family is, the reading of our sister, brother and sister is never delayed. His father’s bad temper didn’t mean his good moral character. He was smart, diligent and dedicated. He worked well in the unit and loved learning. He became a self-taught accountant. My mother is a rural woman who combines traditional virtues. Our three children finished their studies in different places with excellent performance in their quarrels, became successful and married, and left them one by one to form their own families. I am the eldest daughter of the family, she gradually stood beside her mother when she was a teenager to defend her, resolutely protesting her father’s use of force against her mother. For this reason, she once got his father’s fists for several times, but I didn’t compromise, he led his sister-in-law to support his mother tenaciously against his father’s irritable and male chauvinism in his heart. However, after we all got married, my mother became a strong woman, and she dared to fight against my father. She didn’t have the weak and good character when she was young at all. She say for children endure forever, now children large, she not afraid children not parents poor, cannot bear. Father’s character became more and more mild, and his heart became more and more soft. Every time we went back home and gathered around our mother, my father always asked for her advice on this aspect like flatter. At this time, my mother was proud and proud like a victorious general. But if I mentioned something wrong with my father, my mother would speak for him in every way, saying his advantages and that he was just bad temper. Occasionally, I would tell me quietly: if I care about him when he was young, I would like to kick him now. I said: Then we three sisters and sisters will treat him badly in the future, but only treat you well, OK? Mother then said, “How can that work? After all, it’s your father. That tone was afraid that we ignored father. Every time I went shopping with my mother, what I ate at last was all my father’s. My mother always carried a heavy bag, just like the general who went back to the court and returned to the old couple’s home, and there is almost nothing of its own in it. I remember a friend said: Our family is full of cocoons, mother’s tongue is full of cocoons, father’s heart is full of cocoons, and I have heard a thick layer of cocoons since I was young. Calluses protect their own territory. Tearing each other’s cocoons is also a pleasure of life. We learned father’s calmness and understood mother’s tolerance. They had never said sweet words in their whole life, but they had solid love for life. They used the indulgence of One Life to clear up the gratitude and resentment of several generations, make the family happy and the life peaceful. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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