A rose

A gentleman parked his car in front of the flower shop, and he was going to order a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop and ask them to deliver it to his mother, who was far away.

When the gentleman was about to enter the shop, he found a little girl sitting on the road crying, and the gentleman went up to the little girl and asked her:

"Son, why are you sitting here crying?"

"I want to buy a rose for my mother, but I don't have enough money." The child said. The gentleman was distressed when he heard this.

"Well......" So the gentleman took the little girl by the hand and went into the flower shop, ordered a bouquet for her mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl. When he walked out of the flower shop, the gentleman proposed to the little girl that he should drive her home.

"Are you really going to send me home?"

"Of course!"

"Then you can take me to my mother's. But uncle, my mother's place is far from here."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have carried you." The gentleman said jokingly.

The gentleman drove all the way as the little girl said, but he didn't expect that after walking out of the main road in the city, he followed the winding mountain road and came to the cemetery. The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave and walked a long way to offer a rose to her mother, who had died a month earlier. The gentleman sent the little girl home and then turned back to the flower shop. He canceled the bouquet he had to send to his mother, bought a large bouquet instead, and went straight to his mother's house, a five-hour drive away, where he wanted to present the flowers himself.

A rose

A grand funeral for the deceased,

It is better to be while he is alive,

Be filial piety.

There are no locked doors

In a remote hut in a small village in the countryside, there lives a mother and daughter, and the mother is afraid of being burglarized, and always locks the doorknob three times at night; The daughter, on the other hand, is tired of the boring and unchanging rural life like a landscape, and she yearns for the city and wants to see the gorgeous world she imagined through the radio. Early one morning, the daughter left her mother in pursuit of her illusory dream. She secretly ran away from home while her mother was sleeping.

"Mom, you should treat me as a daughter." Unfortunately, the world was not as beautiful and moving as she imagined, and she unconsciously went to the path of depravity and fell into the mud from which she could not extricate herself, and only then did she realize her fault.

"Mom!" After ten years, the daughter, who has grown up, dragged her injured heart and embarrassed body back to her hometown.

It was late at night when she got home, and the faint light seeped through the crack in the door. She knocked lightly on the door, but suddenly had a sense of foreboding. The daughter startled her when she twisted the door open. "It's strange that Mother never forgot to lock the door before." The mother's emaciated body curled up on the cold floor, fell asleep in a distressing appearance.

"Mom...... Mom ......" Hearing her daughter's crying, the mother opened her eyes and put her arms around her daughter's tired shoulders without saying a word. After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, the daughter suddenly asked curiously, "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today, what if someone broke in?"

The mother replied, "It's not just today, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the house when you suddenly come back at night, so the door has not been locked for ten years."

The mother has been waiting for her daughter to come back for ten years, and the furnishings in her daughter's room are the same as they were back then. That night, the mother and daughter returned to the same way they had been ten years ago, locked the door and fell asleep.

The love of family is the cradle of hope,

Thanks for the warmth of home,

Give the motivation to keep growing.

Hair in a bento box

In those poor years, many students often didn't even have the ability to bring a decent lunch to school, and this was the case with my classmates sitting next to me. His meals are always black tempeh, but my bento is often filled with ham and poached eggs, which are very different.

And this classmate, every time, he will first pick up his hair from the bento, and then eat his bento as if nothing happened. The uncomfortable discovery continued.

"It can be seen how sloppy his mother is, she actually has hair in her meals every day." The students talked about it in private. In order to take care of the self-esteem of his classmates, he couldn't show it, and he always felt dirty, so his impression of this classmate began to be greatly reduced. One day after school, my classmate stopped me, "If it's okay, go to my house and play." Although I was reluctant to do so, he invited me to my house for the first time since I was in the same class, so I was embarrassed to refuse him.

I went with my friends to a slum village located on the steepest terrain in Seoul.

"Mom, I've brought a friend." After hearing the excited voices of his classmates, the door opened. His elderly mother appeared at the door.

"My son's friend is here, let me see." But the classmate's mother, who walked out of the door, just touched the beams and pillars outside the door with her hand. It turned out that she was blind and blind.

I felt a sore nose and couldn't say a word. Although the classmate's bento dish is tempeh every day, it is the mother who can't see it, and the bento that he carefully helps him pack is not only a lunch, but also a mother's full of love, and even the hair mixed in it is also a mother's love.

preconceived notions,

often affects the pattern of a person's life,

Observe more, discuss more,

There will be more unexpected discoveries.

Postman planting flowers

There is a middle-aged postman in a small village who has been making a 50-kilometre round trip every day since he was just 20 years old, delivering stories of joy and sorrow to the homes of his residents day after day. Twenty years have passed in a flash, and people and things have changed several times, but the road from the post office to the village, from the past to the present, has never been a branch and a half, and there is only flying dust as far as the eye can see.

"How long will it take to walk such a desolate road?"

He always felt a little regret when he thought of having to spend his life on a bicycle on this dusty road without flowers and trees.

One day, when he was about to go back after delivering the letter, he happened to pass by a flower shop. "By the way, this is it!" He went into the flower shop, bought a handful of wildflower seeds, and from the next day he carried them with him on his way. In this way, for a day, two days, a month, two ......months, he continued to spread wildflower seeds.

It was not long before the desolate road, which had been walking back and forth for twenty years, blossomed with many small flowers of various colors of red and yellow; Summer flowers bloom in summer, autumn flowers bloom in autumn, and they bloom in all seasons and never stop.

The scent of seeds and flowers makes the people of the village happier than any mail delivered by a postman in a lifetime.

The postman who whistles and pedals on a bicycle on a road that is not full of dust but full of petals is no longer a lonely postman, nor is he a sad postman.

Life is like a white horse,

Time flies

Why don't you leave good deeds,

Provide posterity to enjoy the shade?

The hundredth guest

The noon rush hour passed, the originally crowded snack bar, the customers had dispersed, and the owner was about to catch his breath and flip through the newspaper when someone walked in. It was an old grandmother and a little boy.

"How much does a bowl of beef soup and rice cost?" Grandma sat down and took out her money bag, counted the money, and ordered a bowl of soup and rice, steaming soup and rice. The grandmother pushed the bowl in front of her grandson, and the little boy swallowed his saliva and looked at his grandmother and said:

"Grandma, did you really have lunch?" "Of course." Grandma chewed slowly with a piece of radish kimchi in her mouth. In a blink of an eye, the little boy ate a bowl of rice.

When the boss saw this, he walked up to the two men and said, "Congratulations, old lady, you are so lucky today, you are our hundredth guest, so it's free." One day, more than a month later, the little boy squatted across the snack bar as if counting something, startling the boss who inadvertently looked out the window.

It turned out that every time the little boy saw a customer walk into the shop, he would put the pebbles into the circle he had drawn, but when lunch time was almost over, there were not even fifty pebbles.

The anxious boss calls all the regular customers, "Busy? It's nothing, I want you to come and eat a bowl of soup and rice, and I'm in for a treat today." After calling a lot of people like this, the guests began to arrive one after another. "Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three......" The little boy counted faster and faster. Finally, when the ninety-ninth pebble was put into the circle?

At that moment, the little boy hurriedly took his grandmother's hand and entered the snack bar.

"Grandma, this time I'm in for a treat." The little boy said with some smugness. The grandmother, who really became the hundredth guest, let her grandson entertain a bowl of hot beef soup rice. And the little boy, like his grandmother before, took a piece of radish kimchi and chewed it in his mouth.

"Give the boy a bowl too." The proprietress couldn't bear to say.

"That little boy is now learning how to be full without eating!" The boss replied.

Snore...... The grandmother, who had eaten with relish, asked her little grandson, "Would you like to keep some for you?"

Unexpectedly, the little boy patted his little belly and said to his grandmother, "No need, I'm full, grandma, you ......."

A thought of kindness helps a seedling,

Seedlings can grow into forests,

Everyone has love, and society has affection.

The most delicious instant noodles in the world

He is a single father raising a seven-year-old boy on his own. Whenever the child and friends come back from playing and coming back injured, he feels the shortcomings left by his deceased wife, and he can't help but feel a sad whisper in his heart. This is what happened on the day he left his children on a business trip. Because he had to catch the train and didn't have time to have breakfast with his children, he left the house in a hurry. Along the way, I was worried about whether the child had eaten or not, whether he would cry, and I couldn't let go of my heart. Even when I arrive at a business trip, I call home from time to time. But the child always sensibly told him not to worry. However, because of the anxiety in his heart, he hastily dealt with the matter and embarked on the journey home. When he got home, the child was already asleep, and he was relieved. The exhaustion of the journey made him weak. When I was about to go to bed, I was suddenly surprised: under the quilt, there was a bowl of instant noodles that had been overturned!

"This kid!" In a fit of rage, he slapped his sleeping son's buttocks.

"Why are you so unbelievable and make Dad angry? You're so naughty and get the quilt? Who are you going to wash?" This was the first time he had physically punished a child since the death of his wife.

"I didn't ......," the child sobbed in defense, "I'm not naughty, it's ...... It's dinner for Daddy."

It turned out that in order to cooperate with the time when his father came home, the child specially soaked two bowls of instant noodles, one bowl for himself and the other bowl for his father. But because I was afraid that my father's bowl of noodles would be cold, I put it under the quilt to keep warm.

The father listened and hugged the child tightly without saying a word. Looking at the remaining half of the soaked instant noodles in the bowl: "Ah! Child, this is the most... The most delicious instant noodles!"

Even if the child is young,

also with their dignity,

If parents find out that they are wrong to blame their children,

Be bold and say to them:

"I'm sorry!"