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The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

author:Yanzhao Metropolis Daily
The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

A country has a vitality, a family has a vitality, and a body has a vitality. Energetic people, angry also. If you can maintain health, it will become more and more prosperous.

--Qing Shen Hanguang

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<h2>The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth</h2>

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

01

The older my parents get, the thinner they are, but I don't know the truth behind it.

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

Mom fell on Dad's shoulder and sobbed while saying, "You really don't understand, if I cry and cry to send her, can she walk with peace of mind?" I don't want to embarrass her!" ”

In the face of this situation, my cousin could not cry. She said: "What I am sad about is not that she is sad, but in front of me, she actually pretends to be affectionate and uses her pain to complete my life, but I don't know it at all." ”

"Falling red is not a merciless thing, and it is more protective of flowers when turned into spring mud."

Behind the parents' thin feelings, in fact, they hide their deepest love. Many times we dare not lift the veil and look inside, because in addition to the sun, we also have the heart of our parents who love us.

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

02

My parents were sick, but I didn't know until they were discharged from the hospital.

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

A few days after receiving the board goose, I learned from my cousin that my mother had accidentally fallen and fractured her left elbow.

In the past few days, she has been in the hospital, afraid that I am worried, so she pretended to be fine, and asked my father to mail me a board goose.

My cousin also specially told me to pretend not to know, otherwise my mother would scold her for "betraying her".

As soon as I thought of my mother lying in a hospital bed, hanging bottles, holding back the pain in her elbows, and excitedly telling me about the board goose, my tears fell down.

I rushed home and she was discharged from the hospital. Looking at her plastered arm hanging from her neck, I had no right or bear to blame her for her deception. I can only let the opening in my heart keep tearing open.

My parents were the only one children, and they were sick, but I only learned about them from the bystanders after they were discharged from the hospital.

I don't know how many times such deception has happened, much less how many more times such deception will occur. Why is he so careless, actually immersed in the illusion of his parents weaving completely unconscious!

My mother's biggest concern was whether paralysis would be inherited, whether she would also suffer from some kind of chronic disease.

She often said that she hoped that she would die simply in the future, not to procrastinate, not to be hospitalized for a long time, and not to be paralyzed for many years like my grandmother and unable to take care of herself, which would not only cost a lot of money, but also affect me.

Even if they are sick, what they think about is not their own pain, but they are afraid of causing us trouble.

As their only child, spending a peaceful old age with them has become their greatest luxury.

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

03

My parents were lying on the ground, but I was lying in my parents' address book.

After living away from my parents, I was particularly afraid of receiving calls from home during abnormal hours, afraid that something big had happened.

But what is more frightening than receiving calls from parents during special hours is that they will not receive calls from home at any time.

My childhood playmate Xiaojuan, after graduating from graduate school, went straight to Microsoft Shanghai and settled in Shanghai a few years later.

Just after New Year's Day 2018, she received a call from her aunt saying that her mother was in the intensive care unit of the city hospital.

She instantly stiffened.

Xiaojuan's husband, who had returned to God, hurried to book a plane ticket, which lasted 4 hours, and they finally arrived in Kunming. As they prepared to turn around, her cousin told her that her mother was no longer able to wait for her.

She held the phone and broke down crying.

As children, we are most afraid of this.

When our parents are in trouble or sick, we become uninformed outsiders, isolated from their world by our parents with love.

My aunt has been alone in caring for my paralyzed and bedridden uncle for more than 6 years, and no accidents have ever occurred.

On the last day of 2017, at more than 3 a.m., my uncle suddenly fell from bed to the ground, and my aunt tossed alone for more than 20 minutes, still unable to carry my uncle back to bed.

The aunt opened the mobile phone address book, stared at the cousin's name with both eyes, and finally did not dial out.

My aunt, who had been strong all her life, hugged her uncle and cried: "I shouldn't have let you go that far in the first place!" Now, your dad is lying on the ground and you're in your address book..."

Parents love us, spare no effort, do not ask for returns; we love our parents, in addition to work, entertainment, look at the mood, calculate the cost.

Parents are only our children, but we have not fulfilled our responsibilities as children.

The older my parents got, the thinner I became, and I cried when I learned the truth

04

My parents were alone in the empty house, and I had to find my poems and far away.

Parents are only one of us, and we have all their love when we are young, and when we grow up, we have to take full responsibility.

Parents are old, and the only hope is us. We are not qualified to rebel, we are not qualified to fall.

We are always working hard and fighting, just afraid that our "speed of success will not catch up with the speed of our parents' aging."

When my cousin was in college, he skipped class every day, played games, smoked and drank everything, and when he graduated, he didn't get his diploma because he hung up too many subjects.

My uncle is a man who is almost 60 years old, a very tough and somewhat tall man, who does not bow his head when he sees anyone, but for the sake of his cousin's work, he looks for relationships everywhere, invites people to dinner, and gives people grandchildren.

The cousin said that once he saw his father give a smile to a local county official and whisper to please.

At that moment, he really wanted to slap himself twice.

He was the only child in the family, and not only did he not become the pride of his parents, but he ruined the principles that his parents had adhered to all their lives.

He entered that institution, studied hard every day after work, and finally obtained an on-the-job MBA.

Four years later, he successfully opened his own training center, and after 9 years, 12 chain stores blossomed everywhere.

Today, he has become the capital for his parents to show off.

My middle school classmate Li Mubei, even more holding on to the ardent hopes of his fathers, stayed in Beijing as soon as he graduated from college.

After failing twice, he still stayed in Beijing, because Beijing was the dream of his family.

As soon as he thought of his name "Mu Bei", he felt that he was not filial piety. So he worked desperately with guilt, and his only hope was that his parents would wait until he took them to Beijing for reunion.

Yes, how many post-80s and post-90s are not carrying their own dreams, looking for their own poems and distant places in big cities thousands of miles away from their parents?

Through our parents, we came naked and grew up in taking. On the seesaw of time, we are flourishing, and it is the wind candle of our parents.

They silently take all the risks of empty nesters, using lies that don't need us to support us to fly with our dreams, we always want to stay away from home and see the bigger world, but forget that we are the whole world of our parents.

Young and ignorant, we always think that our parents are indestructible, until we break their helplessness again and again, only to understand that their three heads and six arms are because of love, for us they are willing to play heroes.

As the only child of my parents, I did not do well in the first 30 years, and in the next 10 years, 20 years, and 30 years, I will definitely be the only child of my parents.

Dear Parents, for the rest of my life, please let me be your hero once:

Winter snow is you, spring flowers are you, summer rain is also you, autumn yellow is you, the four seasons are cold and warm is you, and the gaze is caused by you... Please stay with me longer, longer...

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