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I grow old with my mother
Every time you go home, you embark on the return journey with a deep fondness for your hometown and then return with the love of your parents. Unlike when going home lightly loaded, the trunk of the returning army, by parents stuffed out of the "incoming" sense of immediacy. Do not believe it, look at the Spring Festival, the end of the National Day holiday netizens sun photos will know. And I, of course, am no exception.
Dad and Mom's Love
For as long as I can remember, my father went out to work with the village people during the farming season, leaving all the farming work at home to my mother to manage. Whenever my father came back, my mother was interested in letting him talk about what was new outside. Later, when my father grew older and my mother was not well, my father contracted two acres of land in the village to plant fruit trees. He carried a hoe to the orchard every day to weed and spray pesticides on the fruit trees, and when the fruit was ripe, he was busy picking it and selling it at the market. When he came back, he scattered a pocketful of change on the bed, and his mother happily counted them one by one, smoothed them one by one, and chattered incessantly about his recent expenses. My father was having fun with a glass of sorghum wine and a plate of dishes that my mother had already cooked. The mother, most of the time, is at home doing housework, laundry, cooking, feeding the chickens and ducks, sometimes to the neighbors' young daughters-in-law with children, or helping cut a shoe pattern, as soon as the father returned from the orchard, the mother will put down the work in hand, very seriously to the father to pour wine, serve food, and sit with the father to talk about the household chores and the fruits of the garden and the crops in the field. Sometimes, I heard them complaining to each other, and my mother would always say that there was no end to the work in the field and that my father should come home early tomorrow. When my father came home and saw my mother busy, he blamed her for being idle.
Parental Love
Parental Love Author: Lai Qingzhen08/14/2022 Love Story My mother was a "weaver", she was always present whenever there was a weaving activity in the village, and she was also a good singer of mountain songs, she often sang with the aunts and uncles of the village's mountain song team until late at night ...... but my father was not a "cowherd boy". "I can't imagine how their love began thirty years ago when the Buyi whistle was prevalent. How did the father capture the mother's heart?
3 Pillars of Shame
Friendzoned I was the one that wanted to be your exception. The one that made the difference for you. You closed your heart to everyone and yet, once you entertained dating, I wasn’t even on the list. Friend zoned again only to be someone’s braids maid but never the bride. You laid your statement so it’s clear to me, yet I’m still led on like Nicolas cage to bees.
Handle with Care
Presuppose 1. To suppose beforehand 2. To require as an antecedent in logic or fact Merriam-Webster.com The idea of a presupposition is that all of our formulated, logical thought is based on and passed through a set of primal, subconscious beliefs that we, at one time or another, came to believe by way of indoctrination or experience.
Daniel L. BaconPublished 2 years ago in HumansSmall business, branch road of wealth
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In high school, he was unhappy with his teachers and had several conflicts with them. He used to be called the devil of the world because of his ignorance. Rebellious, he chose to drop out of high school without graduating.
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Jide OkonjoPublished 2 years ago in HumansYou smell good!
A bowl of wontons on the road late around evening time; the feline running towards you when you return home; the "feeling of resurrection" you get each time you put on new garments ...... Among so many things that can provide individuals with a feeling of mending, I love smell alone. The sun uncovered blankets and garments, the smell of the entire city being washed once after the downpour, the milk smell of felines and canines after washing, the smell of the pungent ocean breeze, the smell of grass in the yard subsequent to managing the bushes ...... they can all cause you to feel the delicacy of life, the mind-set lit up, and the pessimistic feelings of the past appear to be in a split second relieved. The brief tales brought to you today, every one conveys a smell. Subsequent to understanding them, you will find that when you are feeling awful, smell your #1 smell, your nerves will unwind, your weakness will scatter, and your life will improve.
If I meet you later, will the ending be the same
How have you been doing? It's been a couple of days since I've reached you. The climate in Guangzhou is dependably flighty nowadays, once in a while coming down vigorously and at times radiant. The entire city resembles an impenetrable liner, smothering, even with the cooling on, eating watermelon, absorbing the pool the entire day, yet can not feel the late spring half of the cool.
Enter the stapler of the Royal Academy
September 22, 1791, in Newington, Surrey, England, a poor family of blacksmiths. A little boy was born. The boy was a prodigy in the eyes of his teachers because of his genius.
Berard JacksonPublished 2 years ago in Humans