We are like a spinning top, whipped by the whip of life every day.
Lin Yutang said: A happy life is nothing more than four things, sleeping in your own bed, eating the meals cooked by your parents, listening to your lover's love words, and playing games with your children.
In real life, we are busy working, studying, socializing, entertaining, and dealing with the world, but we only miss the most important people.
When the little boy in the book was in elementary school, his father cheated on him and left the family.
Since then, he and his mother have lived together, and when he grew up, the little boy was admitted to medical school and went to study in other places.
School classes and internships at the hospital left the little boy too busy to rest, let alone go home to see his mother.
Every time I agreed with my mother before Christmas, it was always postponed or even canceled for various reasons.
The little boy felt guilty and beat ** to comfort his mother.
* There was no complaint, and my mother lied that she had made an appointment with a friend and lived a very fulfilling life.
Even when she was sick, her mother never revealed a little physical discomfort.
Over time, the little boy really thought that his mother was fine, until his mother fell ill and was unable to take care of himself.
Sometimes, how we wish that our parents could be as "sensible" as we were when we were children.
Let us know when we need us, not by carrying it.
The little boy met a 92-year-old man at the hospital who fell on New Year's Eve and broke her ankle and was taken to the hospital.
The old man has a pair of sons and daughters, both of whom have married families, but they never come to see the old man.
After learning that the old man had fallen, the son and daughter just expressed regret on the other side of the ** and had no follow-up.
The old man humorously said: The son and daughter have been competing since they were 16 years old, who is more selfish, and now they are forty years old, and they have not yet decided the winner.
In my hometown, the economy is not as good as in the south, and there are few job opportunities.
Young people choose to go out to work, and there are few people in the village all year round.
Those left behind are empty nesters who don't know how to play with their phones, and some don't even have a TV.
Their only amusement was to gather at the entrance of the village and sit. Count the days until the Chinese New Year.
As "Shouting in the Drizzle" writes: they stand on the line between life and death, and are abandoned by both at the same time.
The only way for children and grandchildren to fulfill their filial piety is to send money, thinking that it is enough for the old man to have money to spend.
I think if the elderly were given a choice, they would rather not have a penny in exchange for the company of their children and grandchildren.
Although the elderly have no money, money is really not as important to them as companionship.
Some people say that a foreign country cannot accommodate the soul, and the hometown cannot accommodate the body.
There is really no way for young people to go out to earn a living.
All we can do is that once we get the chance to go home, we don't care about the cost of travel.
The New Year's holidays are a part of our lives, but they are all the expectations of the elderly for a year.
The boy and his girlfriend Claire meet at the beach, and they bond over a kite from a grocery store owner.
Later, the boy broke his appointment and lost contact with Claire.
As an adult, the little boy returns to the grocery store in order to find Claire.
At this time, the grocery store owner had been admitted to a nursing home, and his condition was sometimes good and bad, and he was often delirious.
Other people in the nursing home told the little boy that the grocery store owner had several children, but no one wanted to look at him, so he became like this.
I saw on the Internet that the caregivers divided the elderly into three levels, the first class is that they have children, and the children often visit and pay attention to the lives of the elderly.
The second class has children, but children rarely come.
The third level is that there are children, but the children never come, they don't care about the elderly, or they have no children.
There is a very high-profile question on Zhihu: Why do we have children?
I was deeply impressed by one of the answers, and the answerer said: Children are like nuclear **, you can not use it, but you must have it, so that others will be jealous and dare not go too far with you in your old age.
The little boy is helpful and helps the school janitor untie his heart and convince his friends to pursue their dreams.
After work, he takes care of the elderly who live alone, and takes care of his patients.
Like an angel, he is busy taking care of everyone, but he neglects his mother.
He can steal the shadows of others, see the hearts of others, and light up the light in life for each stolen shadow.
Unfortunately, he never thought to peek into his mother's heart.
Read other people's stories and live your own life.
May each of us be less busy, and can devote time to those closest to us, and not let our old people become the "third estate".
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