In grandma's eyes, I have always been a bitter child, but I do not feel bitter, because happiness in life has never been absent.
Both parents are front-line road people, and they work hard on the road, really covered with dirt in sunny days and muddy days in rainy days, selflessly dedicating their youth and energy to traffic, but neglecting to educate and take care of their children. grandma thinks that I am a bitter child who lacks family care, but when my parents are busy with their work, I develop the temperament of an imp who consciously finishes his homework and becomes independent. When children of the same age were coaxed to eat more food, I had learned to cook mung bean soup for my parents with a gas stove to relieve the summer heat, to cook fried rice with eggs and several home-cooked vegetarian dishes. I still remember clearly what my father said when he first ate the fried rice made by me when I was 9 years old: if the mouse ate the fried rice made by Huier, it would become a bat. In spite of that, my father and mother still ate every egg fried rice with too much salt. At that time, I was able to do what I could for my hard-working parents. Looking at their faces filled with sweet smiles, I didn't feel bitter. I was very happy.
I tried to grow up and try not to let my family worry about my daily life and study, but the sudden illness mercilessly took my mother's life. I was a bitter child without a mother in my grandmother's tearful eyes. I can't understand how my mother, who was free to go to work in the morning, couldn't get up after she suddenly fainted! Even the rescued doctor said: only in his early 30s! He left with a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. What a pity! At that time, when I was in primary school, I could not accept such a cruel reality and felt that the whole world had lost its color. I know that for the family and children, parents have paid too much hard work together, but the mother always buries these in her heart, only showing her loving face, the old past with salty gestation, tears seeping with the memory of the auspicious film feather, hovering around only endless elegant thoughts and cold. Parting from my loved ones hurts me to the bone, but I also feel more love and comfort from my grandparents, parents, relatives and friends. At midnight when I studied hard, the soup noodles my father brought to my desk was the warmest and warmest; after work, grandma whispered that it was the warmest and most intimate; in the winter of soft snow, the cashmere sweaters woven by aunts were the prettiest and warmest; in my student days, all kinds of books sent by my uncle were the best and richest. In life, the advice of good friends is the hottest and most effective is that everyone hand in hand with me to re-piece together a colorful world, I do not feel bitter, I am very happy.
After entering the job, with the passage of time, I gradually entered the ranks of older leftover women. Grandma felt that I could not find a happy and bitter child. After many times of careful persuasion, she saw that I was still indifferent, so I was worried about it. I went so far as to hold a family meeting solemnly in the jubilant Lunar New year to let my uncles and aunts care more about me and arrange for me to go on a blind date with the excellent single guys they know better as soon as possible. Instinctively, I reject this seemingly traditional and ancient way of meeting alone, which is quite popular nowadays. I feel that happiness sometimes doesn't need to be searched for. It takes time to accumulate my mind before I can discover and perceive it. It's just that my happiness comes a little later. Sure enough, as I thought, I met a colleague who had worked under the same bureau for five or six years without paying attention. At first, my family unanimously opposed and complained about many of his own and family conditions, but after knowing him and him, we found that there were many bright spots in each other that attracted each other's appreciation and admiration. Finally, we fell in love and worked together to win the blessings of the family and build a family together. During the free holidays after marriage, the old guild and I invited relatives and friends to our home to share the delicacies we cooked with our own hands, nagging at home, watching a movie, tasting the snacks I cooked with red bean paste and homemade grapefruit tea, and we could always see grandma's relieved smile stretching wrinkles; my father's soothing smile smoothed the gloom of the brow; the naughty smile of my brother and sister showed happiness. Our good friend smiled approvingly, and everyone urged us to start the baby project quickly. In the face of a lovely and kind smiling face, I do not feel bitter, I am very happy.
Time flies, years flow, like the passage of time fades away how many memories we have, there are bitterness and sweetness, but life goes on, we should constantly discover the beauty, recognize the essence of life, love life, and fill ourselves with happiness energy. there is no unified and fixed standard, which requires mutual tolerance, absorption, integration, careful taste and careful understanding, you will find the sweetness after a touch of bitterness. Let the body and mind feel is a stronger sweet, no matter which, you deserve to have, you will not feel bitter, like the afternoon sun as cozy, wonderful and magical, the original happiness has never been absent.
Author: Fang Hui
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