Their love, like distant stars, guides us forward. In my memories of the time I was five years old, I witnessed the deep affection between my parents. Father, the one who always smiled, had endless doting on his mother. His respect and care for his mother seems to go beyond the love for our brothers and sisters, and this deep affection is impossible to ignore.
Every morning, before dawn, my father would get up and prepare for the day's chores. Grocery shopping, cooking, and picking up his mother to and from work, his figure is busy and determined. At noon, he would go home early to prepare lunch. When her mother got up lazily and got ready for work, her father would ride her bicycle to take her to work. This bland and repetitive rhythm of life has become warm and beautiful because of their mutual companionship.
In the evening, when night fell, my father remained in the kitchen, preparing dinner for us. Looking at his skillful technique and listening to the sound of oil flowers in the pot, I understood that this was the taste of home. After eating, the trivial housework such as washing the pots and dishes is always undertaken silently by the father. His figure looked extraordinarily tall in the light, like a big tree guarding the family.
Although the pressure of life and the busyness of work are often exhausting, my father always sticks to my mother's side and interprets the true meaning of love with his actions. Their love has no flowery words, no vigorous passion, but it is as deep and firm as a long stream.
Today, our father is gone, but his love remains in our hearts forever. Whenever I recall those good times, I can feel the warmth of that sincere love. It is like a bright beacon that guides us along the way and makes us understand what true love is.
In this world, there are many kinds of love, some of which burn like a fire, and some of which flow like a thin stream. And the love of my parents is like the eternal star, illuminating our way forward. Their stories tell us that love is not only romantic and sweet, but also needs perseverance and dedication. Only through the tempering of time and the baptism of the years can we truly understand the true meaning of love.
May we all cherish the person around us and interpret that deep love with actions. Because love, like the love of my parents, needs to be managed and maintained with our hearts. Only in this way can we create a warm, harmonious and loving home together. My mother was like a "living artist", her fingers were never stained with the dust of the world, and she was always cared for by her father, and she didn't have to do any housework. My siblings and I also didn't get much care from her. When I was just over a year old, I was sent to my grandparents' house, and my sister, the poor little one, was abandoned by her mother at only 10 months old. My grandparents were like our guardian angels, taking care of us until I was 7 years old and my sister was 5 years old and I was going to kindergarten.
Even though we lived together, it was always my father who took care of us, and my mother was held in the palm of my father's hand like a precious "work of art". In my sister's and I me, my mother was like a "vase" cherished by my father, who was cared for every day and did nothing. The father's monthly salary, except for a little pocket money, will be given to the mother. As for honoring his grandparents, he also relied on his mother to do it. Whether the mother will be filial to the old man or not, whether to give money to the old man, the father did not care.
My grandparents hated my father's behavior so much that they often blamed him for pampering his mother too much, believing that a woman should take on the responsibilities of housework, parenting, and honoring her in-laws, and not overly spoiled. However, no matter how much the grandparents tried to educate the father, the father never listened. When they blame him, he will even blame his grandparents in turn, saying that they should not interfere in his household affairs. In the end, my grandparents were not cared for in their old age, but fortunately, my uncle was much more filial than my father, and after he settled in the house, he took my grandparents and lived with them until the end of their lives.
After my sister and I worked, we rarely went home to visit our parents because we couldn't stand our father's excessive affection and indulgence towards my mother. After completely separating from their parents, they live happily ever after, especially their mother, who is simply the envy of her peers. At the age of 46, her mother was laid off, and she went straight home to enjoy life and never looked for a job again. Every day, almost all of my father's hard-earned money was used up by my mother, who lived a fairy-like life, either playing cards or dancing after eating and drinking, or chatting everywhere, and traveling and having fun when the weather was good. His father's hard work finally paid off at the age of 50, when he was promoted to manager and his salary increased significantly. Here's the version of the blog I created for you:
I used to think that their love story would be so beautiful, and they would grow old together without me and my sister having to worry about it. The father's generous pension really made their life comfortable for the couple. However, fate tricked my father away from us in the six years after his retirement.
After my father left, my mother received all his savings, about 300,000 yuan, and she herself had a pension of 2,000 yuan a month. With all this, I thought that my mother could live well on her own. However, what I didn't expect was that after living alone for two months, my mother offered to come to my home to care for the elderly.
I wanted to refuse, but my mother showed up directly at my door with my luggage, leaving me with nowhere to refuse. When my mother first came to my house, we hoped that she would be able to adapt to her new surroundings and become familiar with her surroundings before taking on some of the household chores.
However, within a few days, we realized that our mother was not what we imagined. Although she is still in good health and can even take care of us sometimes, she always uses various excuses to shirk the housework. She claims that she has a bad lumbar spine and can't go grocery shopping to cook, but I know that she is just enjoying the "lazy life" she deserves.
Even when she wasn't needed to do the housework, my mother always found all sorts of excuses to call my wife and me. She has to personally specify what dishes to eat every day, and if she is not satisfied, she will directly blame us. When the floor is dirty, she doesn't take the initiative to clean it, and she has to wait until her wife comes home. When the clothes are dry, my mother won't help collect them.
My wife and I are very busy at work every day, and when we come home to take care of our energetic mother, it is really exhausting and frustrating. However, we did not dare to express our dissatisfaction because once we had an argument with our mother, she would lose her temper and we would not be able to cope.
In addition to me, my sister was also dissatisfied with her mother's behavior. When my mother was a guest at my sister's house, she would tell them about their lives just like I did at my house, which bothered my sister and brother-in-law very much.
Now I have come to understand that not everyone has the ability to enjoy a "flat life", and not everyone is willing to accept this lifestyle. For us, "lying flat life" is just an excuse and money**, but for my mother, this lifestyle is a choice and pursuit in her later years. We should respect her choice while also making the right decisions for our lives. Here's a rewritten blog that maintains the semantic and grammatical correctness of the original text, while adding creativity and uniqueness:
In our lives, there are often things that are difficult to say. For example, my sister used to face her mother's behavior every day, which made her miserable. Mother has been tossing her sister's family in her own way, making their lives miserable.
I remember last year, when my wife and I went back to take care of my father-in-law, my mother chose to go to live with my sister. This was supposed to be a good thing, however, the mother's behavior put the sister's family in a difficult situation. As soon as she arrived at her sister's house, she didn't care about anything, and even cooked for her nephew and only ordered takeout for half a month. Every night, no matter how late my sister and brother-in-law came back, my mother would only prepare the meal and do nothing, just waiting for them to come back and stir-fry. After eating, my mother never cleaned up, wiped her mouth and went out for a walk, and when she came back, she took a shower, threw away her clothes, and let her sister wash and dry.
The brother-in-law is a hot-tempered person, and he said a few words about his mother for this. The mother thought that she could restrain her brother-in-law in her mother's house, but her brother-in-law did not eat it. In the end, the younger sister didn't want her mother to affect the family's life, so she sent her back.
As a son, it is my responsibility to support my mother. However, in the face of my mother's living state, I can only endure it and support her for the rest of my life. If I had to blame, I would only blame my father for doting on my mother too much in the past. If my father hadn't been arrogant to my mother from the beginning, I don't think my mother would have become what she is today, lazy and difficult to serve.
Although it is said that between husband and wife, the husband loves his wife more, so that the relationship will be sweeter and life will be happy. But this pampering also needs to be measured, and excessive will only backfire. Just as my father doted on my mother, what seemed like an enviable love turned out to be a family's misfortune.