On this day, the sun came out from the west. It's not my father who plays cards and chess, nor am I surfing the Internet. Actually, my mother didn't know what a "desktop" was before!
Under the curious questioning of my father and me, my mother told the story: the department where my mother works should be reformed, all employees should be able to operate computers and pass the typing test. People who fail will be laid off, so my mother began to learn typing, and the amazing scene above appeared.
I see. When my father and I learned the truth, we both decided to "cheer" for our mother. I patted my chest and said, "If you don't understand anything, just ask me!" Dad also said, "I'll take care of the logistics!" " "Mom looked at us seriously and said," Well, I will make up my mind to overcome this difficulty. "
In this way, every day after work, my mother sat in front of the computer and practiced seriously as soon as she got home. Dad is busy in the kitchen. Of course I took on the responsibility of being a teacher. Under my "careful cultivation", my mother's typing level is constantly improving. At the dinner table, we only talked about some computer-related problems, and our home has become an "IT home". Once, my mother actually broke my typing game record! Now I can't hold my face. I'll start practicing as soon as I have time. The room is full of joy and fulfillment.
That day, the weather was particularly good. As soon as my mother got off work, she took out a red book and asked with a smile, "Guess what this is?" Let me see, wow, "Basic Certificate in Computer Technology"! I didn't expect my mother to progress so fast in just a few months. "This is not all thanks to your refueling!" Dad said, "Then can you get the kitchen job back?" Mom smiled and said, "No-all right. What about intermediate, advanced and mechanic certificates? " Dad and I paused and laughed ... it seems that we have to "cheer" for our mother again.
With the reform and opening up, all industries and fields need new talents, and everyone needs to learn new skills. I want to cheer for my mother, but also for the enterprising and progressive workers in Qian Qian in the new era! In my mother's body, I understand that people should keep learning and find the meaning of life. At this point, isn't it worth cheering for yourself, for my mother, and for all aspiring people in the world?
Mother's greeting card
That was many years ago. He was just twenty years old and went to a city in the south to do business. Unexpectedly, his business was completely lost, and he was heavily in debt, and he didn't even have the fare to go home.
The Spring Festival is coming. He thought and thought, and wrote his last letter to his mother, saying that if he didn't come home during the Spring Festival, he might never come back. Please take good care of the old man and forget his disappointing son. His mother in a remote rural area in the north received his letter of depression and despair and cried sadly for a long time. In this world, she is most concerned about this only son. He is her soul.
The mother found the neighbor's child, found a card that had turned yellow from the drawer, and asked the child to write a message on the card: Son, if you don't go home, mother won't want to live. Mother rushed to the town for dozens of miles on crutches and threw the greeting cards into the green-painted mailbox made by the small post office in the town. It snowed heavily that day! The wind is howling. From the village to the town, my mother fell several times, and the heavy snow almost wrapped her mother into a snowman.
When it was just dark, in the distribution room of a small post office, several people were lighting several oil lamps to sort letters. A young salesgirl first found this card. She said, "Hey, why isn't this card stamped?" Indeed, this is an old-fashioned greeting card that needs to be stamped. It has turned yellow, and such a greeting card has long been useless. After reading the information on the greeting card, the salesgirl drew back her hand that had been lifted to the wastebasket and said to the old director, "Look, this greeting card is not stamped." The old director with gray hair squinted at the yellow greeting card carefully, and his trembling hands trembled even more. He said: "This card is not stamped, and it can't be returned to its original place, let alone thrown away. We must throw it out at once! " The old director has a dignified face.
At 4 o'clock the next morning, the old director rode a bicycle, as old as he looked. According to the usual habits, the office can't send and receive mail from the county seat in such a heavy snow and such cold weather. Seventy or eighty miles of mountain roads are covered with snow. The snow on the road is too thick and there are few pedestrians. This trip is too dangerous. But the old director looked at the postcard without stamps, as if he saw life standing on the edge of a cliff! Desperate children, and an old mother with only a glimmer of hope ... The old director's eyes were wet and he forgot his old cold legs, which made him faint when he was cold that day. He stuffed a postcard without a stamp in his chest pocket and braved the heavy snow to get on the bus.
When it was dark, the old director whose cotton-padded jacket and eyebrows were covered with snow finally touched the county seat. He stopped his bike in a hurry and ran into the letter distribution room of the post office. The people in the distribution room were surprised: "What are you running for in this heavy snow?"? You don't want your half-baked name? " The old director smiled and took out the card from his pocket: "This card forgot to put a stamp on it, but it tied two people's lives! We have to throw everything out! " The people in the distribution room handed the old director's warm greeting cards one by one and said, "Send them right away. This greeting card cannot be delayed at all! " They put a bright red postmark on the greeting card. After thinking about it, I solemnly wrote a line in bold on the blank edge of the greeting card: this is a very important greeting card, I hope it can be delivered soon! Signature: all colleagues of Licheng County Post Office. They stamped their signature with a bright red postmark.
It's still snowing, but at ten o'clock in the evening, the mail train has already started. It's the first time that the mail train runs at night, and it's snowing heavily. The director showed the fat driver the greeting card and asked, "When will it be delivered to the city post office?"
The fat driver smiled and said, "If you don't give up my army, I don't know when it will be delivered." ? If I don't throw this card into the city bureau tonight, I won't think about anyone! "Director patted the driver on the shoulder, called two young people to follow the car, and repeatedly told them," be sure to send it to the city bureau tonight! " "
Bright headlights shine on the snow on the ground, which is even more dazzling than the sunshine during the day. The mail car wobbles on the road in the snow.
At dawn, the mail bus finally stopped at the gate of the city post office. The fat driver personally carried the package containing this greeting card to the distribution room. The people in the city post office were very surprised. What urgent mail comes all night despite the heavy snow and danger? The fat driver took out a greeting card without stamps and said, "I can't catch up with your delivery this morning." I don't want to have a stable Spring Festival this year. " The people in the city post office read the greeting card, quickly sorted it out, patted the fat driver on the shoulder and said, "Let him get on the 8 o'clock train on time, which was delayed. We are as psychologically difficult as your brother! "
At 8 o'clock, according to the prisoners' greeting cards and some mails, they were sent to the distant train on time to start a new round of delivery. ...
He received this card from his mother in the evening four days later. At that time, he had curled up in the bunk bed of a remote small hotel and fell asleep. The sleepy shopkeeper woke him up: "There is an email for you. I'll ask the postman to call you, but the postman must give it to you. "
The sweaty postman said, "Originally, this card was sent tomorrow morning, but since it was sent in my package tonight, I am not at ease." He said, and handed him the business card that had been passed around Wanli.
"Why, there are no stamps?" He looked at the greeting card and froze.
"There are no stamps, but they are sent one by one." The postman smiled at him and said.
He looked at his mother's message and the small words left by strangers in the margin of the greeting card, and cried with a wow. When the passengers in the hotel heard him cry, they all gathered around in their clothes. Everyone silently looked at the yellow greeting card without stamps, silently took out money and put it in front of him: "Go home! Your mother is waiting for you at home! " There are 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 1 yuan, corner tickets and many coins in that pile of money. He knows that people who live in this place are not rich.
Holding the card, he finally set foot on the train going north. Now in his 40 s, he is the general manager of a big company in the north. He is kind and helpful. It seems that he started the company not to make money, but for a timely charity. On his desk, there is always that yellow and hungry greeting card inlaid with glass. Only he knows that love is passed from one person to another, just like the relay of life. When so many strangers passed on their love to him, passing it on was his only task. That greeting card has no stamps, but it was once passed on to him by many strange loves. Love is the only mark that runs through life. If you string the hearts of love one by one, what a brilliant crystal string this world will be!
When he is free, he often stares at his mother's card silently, and his eyes are often full of tears. For my mother, for those whose names he still doesn't know, and perhaps for those hearts that shine with love!
Love will never be forgotten.
Rain in early summer
There are no pedestrians in the square in early summer. The rain fell on the phoenix tree forest, and the gardenia gave off an attractive fragrance.
The square is still brightly lit, and the neon lights still shine quietly on the fountain in the center of the square as in the past. Looking at the square through the rain curtain, it is empty and silent.
I stood alone by the buttonwood tree. In the rain, the plane leaves are fluttering. Flying leaves fall on my gray coat like butterflies.
The wind blew through my hair hanging in front of my eyes and the rain stopped. The square is as beautiful and quiet as before.
Three years later, the scenery here has not changed, and it is still so quiet. The white petals of gardenia are as white as they were three years ago.
When I walked into the square, I felt a vague sense of intimacy. As familiar as a reunited relative.
In the pool near the square, the water is as clear as before. The spray is rippling. The pavilion by the pool has several fire-colored leaves on the red tile, which is still the same as before.
Wait, I don't know who I'm waiting for or why I'm waiting here. I only know that I have been longing for this day for three years. It's been three years, and I've thought so much. Is waiting what I long for?
At the edge of the square, neon lights are flashing. Red, yellow, green and five colors meet. Melancholy birds, without singing, just stand quietly on the branches, as if waiting for something.
The walkman in my ear is playing my favorite song. Three years ago, this song drifted away with my heart. These three years, I buried this song in my heart. Today, three years later, I turned out this song "Qi Li Xiang" for the last time. But I don't know why I brought this memory out.
Beautiful melodies reverberate in my ears, and classic lyrics reappear in my mind. "It rained all night, and my love overflowed like rain, falling leaves in the yard and a thick stack of my thoughts. A few words of right and wrong cannot cool my enthusiasm. You are the only thing I want to know ... "
Somehow, when I sang these words, I suddenly felt a desire in generate. That night three years ago, the agreement three years ago jumped out of my heart again. In these three years, I forgot that promise and everything in the past. In my mind, there is only one thing I remember clearly, and that is coming to the square three years later. I can't remember exactly what it is for.
I didn't understand my intention to come until now. I'm fulfilling a promise that I can never fulfill.
I came here with her three years ago this evening. That night, I said I would leave, that I would study and leave here for my future. That night, she was in tears. She said she didn't want to leave me. I shook my head. That night, it should be a rainy night. She ran home in the rain, leaving me alone in the gazebo, watching her determined figure. I can feel her loss, so I promised to meet her here in three years. In any case, no promise is broken.
Then, I left my hometown and went to a far away place. Six months later, I heard the bad news that she died in a car accident. That day, I dug out my previous diary, shed tears silently and threw the yellow diary into the fire. Let my memory, together with my hope, turn to ashes.
However, I didn't expect to come here after three years. Although this promise has long been a fable, I don't know why I still miss her and miss her.
I was speechless all night, so I leaned under the buttonwood and thought of my childhood. At that time, how happy it was. I accompany her to play in the grass. At night, accompany her to wait for the meteor, until the next morning, we will sleep quietly on the grass, waiting for adults to come to us. At that time, we always wanted to grow up quickly and become adults. But I didn't expect to have so much pain and helplessness when I grew up. More importantly, when we grow up, we are doomed to be separated by yin and yang, and we are doomed to leave life and death.
..... I didn't know I would think so much, but I felt too useless to protect my beloved. What's the point of my living in this world?
Tears unconsciously flowed from the corner of my eyes and fell on the petals of gardenia beside me. What I didn't find was that there was not only my tears on that petal, but also a fiery red mark.
Open your eyes, the stars are so beautiful. Although the rain has just stopped, the dark clouds have already dispersed.
I watched the stars with her when I was a child. She always said that the stars in the sky are the eyes of the sky. He also said that if given the chance, he would become a star in the sky.
At that time, she was so innocent and lovely. In my arms, my eyes flashed, and I looked at me for a while, and looked at the sky for a while, until my eyelids covered my eyes, and then I leaned on my shoulder, motionless, and occasionally showed a few smiles. I didn't know what good things I had in my dream, but I still thought about how to play tricks on me tomorrow.
At that time, I always thought I could be alone with her, holding her hand and walking to the end of the world. Until I couldn't hold him anymore and didn't have the strength to hold her hand, we were still together and didn't separate.
Whenever this happens, my little heart is full of excitement and a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously. But now ... maybe we are destined to be apart, not together. I used to think that my world was created by myself, but now I understand that people are not as good as heaven, and everyone has their own designated life, which is beyond their control.
When I understand this truth, the person I love most has left me. Just leave me alone, just like three years ago, let me suffer alone in the wind and rain.
Unconsciously, the sky is no longer dark, revealing a faint fish-belly grey. I reached for the box, but there seemed to be something on it.
I stood up and struggled to read the words carved on the trunk by the faint light of neon lights. There are two lines written on the trunk: No chance in this life, see you in the next life.
Tears blurred my eyes. It turned out that she was not in an accident, but seriously ill. She knew that her time was running out, so she left these eight words.
My chest is full of regret. I hate myself for saying goodbye when she was terminally ill three years ago. If not, maybe she won't despair of life, at least she will live strong for me. I, on the other hand, cruelly cut off her only hope of life.
I know it's no use regretting now, but I can tell her frankly that I have fulfilled my promise. So, will you keep your promise? If there is an afterlife, will you love me? It's been three years, and I can understand your loneliness these three years. The world is beautiful, but it is also lonely. I hope you can be strong and don't cry because of me. Wait for me, I'll come back for you soon. In the afterlife, you are still my true love.
Gardenia in early summer is still blooming in the morning light. A boy stood up and walked to the sunrise. Behind him, a pure white gardenia, shaking a bloody petal stained with the boy's tears, looked at the boy's back until it was farther and farther away and finally disappeared in the glory of the morning sun.
In the boy's walkman next to the gardenia, a wonderful melody is released. The song of "Li Qixiang" spread all over the square: sparrows outside the window chattered on telephone poles. It was summer when you said that. ...
That night, many gardenias withered in the rain. Only gardenia, still stubbornly raised his head, braved the storm, as if waiting for someone. ...
So, an early summer passed and gardenias were still in bloom. And the boy who had already disappeared disappeared in the misty rain in early summer.
I looked up at the sky that had lost its color. There were only tears, but they didn't come out. Because I finally understand. Stay ... wait ...
The best reward
That mango with black spots is my best reward and my grandmother's deep love-inscription.
When the fragrance of mango wafted into my nose and wrapped around me, I thought of the best return. At this time, grandma's love is like the fragrance of mango, which wraps around my heart and fills my heart. ...
That year, I used my spare time to visit my grandmother's house. In the yard, I snuggled in grandma's arms, pointed to the immature mango on the tree and shouted, "I want to eat this!" " "
Although the emerald skin of mango is a little blue, it attracts my greedy eyes.
"No, not yet." Grandma ha ha smiled. "Grandma will give it to you when you come back from the first place in the exam, okay?" I clapped my hands and shouted, and grandma kissed my forehead with a warm smile on her face. ...
Back in the city, I forgot all about it until the phone that stung my heart rang, "grandma is going to die!" " "On the other end of the phone, my aunt was crying. I froze, a tear crossed my face, and tears of regret stung my heart. I really won the first prize, but I didn't report the good news to my grandmother. I completely forgot my grandmother in the distance. I hate myself! I got on the bus to the hospital in tears.
The sheets in the hospital are horribly white, and there is a strong smell of medicine everywhere. Grandma was lying quietly in the hospital bed. When everyone looked at grandma who finally woke up with joy, the doctor said it was a reflection, and everyone was silent. I fought back my tears and rushed to grandma. I was surprised to see grandma holding a mango with black spots on its calluses. She held on so tightly that her cloudy eyes were full of disappointment. My mother told me that she told my grandmother that I had won the first prize. My grandmother always said that she would reward me with a mango, and when she went to the hospital, she also brought this mango, saying that she would give me an award in person.
I can't control my feelings anymore. "Grandma, you will be fine. Don't leave me! " "I cried with tears in my eyes, like being cut by a knife, and tears welled up.
"Reward ... reward ... mango ..." Grandma murmured, and her godless eyes revealed a kind of love that only I could read. Then she put the mango in my hand with all her strength and shook it tightly, holding my hand tightly. "Good ... good ... reading ..." Grandma's hoarse voice was only audible to me. I nodded, tears rolling in my eyes.
Suddenly, grandma let go of her hand and closed her eyes gently. At this time, my tears came out desperately, hitting my hands and mangoes. I feel this spotted mango is so heavy. Looking at grandma's quiet face, I said to myself, "Yes, I will study hard!" "
I will never forget that mango, it is the best reward!
Another summer, the mango is ripe again, and the golden mango reminds me of my deep thoughts. The smell of mango is getting stronger and stronger, just like grandma's love, which is the best reward my grandma gave me.
What I want to rely on most is that winter is coming and the park benches are slightly cold. I gently moved the scarf you gave me between my neck, and a smile appeared on my face. The wind brought a fallen leaf, I caught it and quietly carved my heart on it: How are you, daughter? The park is particularly deserted in winter, but fortunately there is a mother and daughter enjoying the beautiful scenery in late autumn. The cold wind is getting tighter and tighter. Tap on your window, son. Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. The scarf you gave me is warm and smooth in my heart. You see, the little girl across the street fell, which is really distressing. She is crying for her mother, which touches people's heartstrings! The little girl's mother held her in her arms, put her head on her shoulder and coaxed her to turn around. My child, you used to be the pearl in my heart, and you will always be. I am willing to dedicate myself to you, cry with you and make you happy. I am willing to shelter you from the wind and rain and always be your solid support. But now, I have to bow my head and ask you to help me through the rest of my life and be a reliance I didn't want to accept in the past. Maybe one day I will stumble and miss your light swallow-like pace. Please don't leave me. Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me catch my breath and help me cross the shackles of time. Because that's how I helped you take your first step in life. Teach you to cross the gap between setbacks and difficulties. Maybe one day, my hands are too shaky to dress myself. Please don't refuse me. Help me once, help me again, let me have a good rest, dress me, wash and dress me, and help me get rid of the inconvenience of old age. Because that was the first time I helped you decorate your life, a beautiful life. Maybe one day, when my teeth have faded, my mouth is lisping and I am nagging, please don't interrupt, listen to me and listen to me again, and listen to me say love and care for ten thousand times. Accept my endless love for you. Because that's how I taught you the first call of life. Maybe one day, when I eat, I will fill the table with rice grains. Please don't hate me, be patient. Because this is my way of giving you the first feast in your life. Maybe one day. .................................................................................................................................................. ............................'s daughter, what I want to rely on most is you, to help me finish the last journey of my life, and I will dedicate my love to you all my life! Children, let's rely on each other and walk through the smooth road and mud of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let's rely on each other and go further and further! An elderly mother wants to rely on her daughter most, just as her daughter wants to rely on her mother most. This is a unique and ingenious idea of this paper. Looking at the complete text, there is really a feeling of "losing her imagination". The article shows not only the mutual transformation of dependent objects between mother and daughter, but also the true feelings of interdependence and dependence between mother and daughter.
Buses that can't be closed in the morning can be said to be a scenery in Beijing. Although air-conditioned cars are expensive, rich people still want to be cool, so congestion is inevitable. The conductor looked at the two old people who hesitated under the bus. "Get on the bus. After these two stops, everyone who goes to work gets off and will soon have seats. " So the old man came over with their little granddaughter. Children are less than the height of buying tickets, and adults seem to have trouble breathing, but people sitting around have no idea of standing up. The conductor seems to be well aware of this phenomenon, so no one encourages everyone to give their seats to their children. In fact, I have long been used to this indifference. It is said that most people who take air-conditioned cars are highly educated people who work in office buildings. The fashionable term is "white-collar" class. But the indifferent expression and the advanced clothes seem to have a meaning of refusal. After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off. At this time, the conductor motioned the child to wait for the seat. I was thinking that the child was finally not squeezed, and something unexpected happened-a middle-aged woman sitting next to a pregnant woman naturally moved to an empty seat, and a fat man conveniently sat down. I think my expression at that time can only be explained by surprise. This man, who seems to have no symptoms and discomfort, actually grabbed the seat of a child less than one meter. His peace of mind made me unable to think of any words to describe him. I don't want to guess whether the visitor to Beijing will sit down, or what effect it will have on the little girl. Maybe she will become a member of these so-called "white-collar" classes in the future, maybe she will be happy to give her seat to others in the future, and maybe she won't give her seat to anyone again. She is not wrong about this, because educating a person to grow up is a real society. People's hearts have moved one step forward between these seats. ...
Watch in the sun
I met a mother, a mother watching in the sun. My mother stood in the scorching sun in July, looking at the examination room 100 meters away, looking dignified. Sweat has appeared on mother's face. Sweat has soaked her clothes like water, and her gray hair is cluttered on her forehead. Mother stood in front of the statue, staring at the examination room with her mouth half open.
The joking parents in the shade stopped joking. They looked at their mother in the sun in surprise. It was suggested that her mother move to the shade. A smile thinner than the ice in early winter squeezed out of her awe-inspiring face and whispered, "Standing here, you can clearly see the examination room and the children." No one laughed at her stupidity, no one laughed at her stupidity, and no one advised her again.
The mother who watched the battle in the hot sun licked her chapped lips, glanced at the tea stall not far away and stared at the examination room again.
I don't know how long it took, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, and my mother collapsed on the ground like mud. After a loud scream, everyone gathered around. After seeing the long-awaited call, she was still in a coma and was carried to the infirmary at the school gate.
After listening to my heartbeat, taking my blood pressure, and hanging a drip, my mother closed her eyes. The experienced doctor smiled and told everyone, "See how I can wake her up."
The doctor attached it to his mother's ear and whispered, "The students are in the examination room."
Mother suddenly sat up from the bed, pulled out the needle and got out of bed: "I have to ask my son how he did in the exam."
The Old Gentleman in Oasis
I remember a story about Su Dongpo and Zen master Fo Yin meditating together in the Song Dynasty. Zen master Fo Yin asked Su Dongpo, "How is my posture?" Su Dongpo joked: "You are sitting like a pile of cow dung." Su Dongpo asked Zen master Fo Yin, "How did I sit?" Fo Yin said, "You sit like a Buddha." Su Dongpo was very happy and thought that he had won the Fo Yin Zen master, but Su Xiaomei told him: "The Zen master's heart is a Buddha, and everyone is a Buddha; Your heart is cow dung, and the Zen master's sitting posture is cow dung. "
There is another story. A young man came to the oasis and met an old gentleman. The young man asked, "How is it here?" The old man asked, "What's your hometown like?" The young man replied, "It's terrible! I hate it. " The old man said, "Then go, it's as bad as your hometown." Later, another young man came and asked the same question. The old man also asked him, "How is your hometown?" The young man replied, "My hometown is very good. I miss the people, flowers and things in my hometown very much ... "
The old man said, "It's just as good here." The observer was surprised and asked the old man why his answers were inconsistent. The old man said, "What are you looking for? You will find it!" "16 1, the value of fame.
After the American Civil War, Pacific Life Insurance Company planned to hire General Li, the former commander-in-chief of the Southern Allied Forces, as the company's chairman with an annual salary of 30,000 US dollars, but General Li refused because he had no experience in life insurance business. The person in charge of the company immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have life insurance business experience. What we need is your name. "
"Well, you can see that my fame is very valuable," General Li said seriously. "Because of this, I have to tell you today that I want to use it in a place that matches its value."
Later, General Li accepted the position of president of a small-scale college with an annual salary of only $65,438+0,500.
30000 < 1500, this is a mathematical fallacy, but it is the value of fame for General Li. Therefore, it is not difficult for us to understand why General Li is highly respected in the United States, because truly great and intelligent people know what real value is and how to find the ownership of value.