I've heard that people who can dance Cha Cha Dance are very temperamental, and I heard that the youth who walked in the past will not end after tying an apron, if you can still put down everything and chase now, I hope you can laugh differently than now. hey，Mama。

In this world, I can only think of family members who can be willing to pay for me without reservation, and if I think about it, I will definitely do the same to my future children.

Blood is thicker than water, this sentence is definitely not to say, every time I see my mother is after a few months, there seem to be a few more wrinkles on my face, and the skin on my hands has become rough and dull.

I feel helpless, the kind of helplessness that has no way to be primitive, I wish her face could stay for a moment, I wish it was me and not her who kept getting old.

Every time the two of us quarrel, it always seems that I win, but in fact, it is not that I win, but that she doesn't know how to reject me ruthlessly. Over time, many times even if it is my fault, it is also wrong, and she seems to be used to it, and she suffers all her anger silently.

Maybe it's because I'm a man, and a lot of feelings are not easy to reveal. Is it a man? No matter how big I grow, she also watched it with her own eyes, how much I want to be like a girl, show all my emotions, blurt out many times, and silently exit many times, I seem to be a complete loser.

As selfish I am, I owe as much as I am selfish. There is no denying this.

I will fall in love with other women, and other women will fall in love with me, and after a quarrel, other women will abandon me. Yes, abandoned, until now I still clearly remember the scene of desperately arguing with my mother for that girl, and I wish we would never see each other again. My mother's tears, my stunned, my ruthlessness, my ruthlessness. At this moment, others will think that I am such an unfilial child, even if I still feel that I am not wrong.

It was never me who got hurt in the end, never me. Mom, why are you so stupid. How many times I am so stupid that I think of the mistakes I have made and your helplessness, I want to cry. But when I encounter something like this in the future, I will make the same mistake. Treat the person who loves me the most, who is willing to give everything for himself and doesn't expect anything in return, as long as I'm happy, I'm like a bastard. It's the kind of bastard who is a complete asshole.

Sometimes I wonder if the countless slamming sounds I brought her were a momentary pleasure to vent the anger in my heart?

What would I do if my children did this in the future, I think with my temper, I would break in, and if it was a boy, I would slap him twice in the ass, and then give him a fierce reprimand, and make him eat everything and grow wise. If it's a girl, I'll gently pick her up and comfort her, take her to the playground, and buy her all kinds of stuffed animals. No way, I just seem to like girls, I hope that my lover will be born as a girl in the future, haha, if my son sees this book in the future, will there be a very complicated expression on his face. It's fun to think about.

What about the mother, I think she must be very angry, and when the anger subsides, there will be grievances and helplessness, although she is a mother, she is also a woman, an old girl.

I'm like that, I can think about everything from a different perspective, but after that, it's still the same as always, what to do or what to do, with my temper.

Is that right? I don't know, maybe I'm just used to it.

She never expected me to be very productive in the future, as long as it was simple and healthy. And I've been out of school for a few years, and I don't seem to have ever given her any money back, but I've asked her many times.

Every time I was rejected by her, I would habitually complain a few words, because I felt that I was her son, and there was nothing wrong with asking her for money, even though I knew that she didn't earn more than a third of me every month.

The night before I left home, after I fell asleep, it was late. One time I remember at two o'clock in the morning, she would sneak into my room, put a few thousand dollars on my pillow, and then quietly leave. When she turned around, looking at her back as she left, I was thinking about something, I had mixed emotions, I couldn't say it, my eyes were sour, and I didn't let the tears leave a wet pillow towel. She had to get up at seven o'clock the next day to go to work, just waiting for me to fall asleep, and silently gave me this selfless love.

is given silently, a stingy woman like her mother is never willing to buy herself a good dress and wear a pair of good shoes.

If I buy a dress that costs less than 300 yuan, I have to talk to others about the price of half a sky, and in the end, I have to talk to my dad for half a day when I go back, and that's just the money for me to go out for a meal, or even worse.

She never seemed to ask me where the money was spent, no, I asked once, and I replied that you don't care, and she never asked again. She knew that it was useless to say this kind of thing, so she didn't say it.

She also wanted me to get married early, preferably before the age of twenty-five, I complained, how dare I get married so early, you see that I am still a child who needs your attention at any time, how can I have the ability to bring a little child back to take care of me. Besides, it's probably too early to get married and divorced, I don't want to make a comedy in the future, so you don't have to worry about me all the time, when the time comes, I will definitely bring a gentle, beautiful and super filial girl back to see you. After saying this, she didn't mention it again, although her heart was so longing. I long for me to get married early, and I long for my grandson to hold early.

She always said that she was old, I said how could it be so exaggerated, she said that her memory was getting worse and worse, I said that my memory was not good, this has nothing to do with age.

Once when I ate fried noodles at night, I took the first bite, faintly, I asked if I forgot to put salt, she also tasted a bite after hearing this, and then stood up anxiously like a child, saying that her memory was getting worse and worse, and she almost forgot such a simple thing as cooking.

She complained about herself, which made me feel a sense of fear, and subconsciously felt that it would get worse and worse if it went on like this, and I comforted me that it was okay to eat some pickles.

Is this some aspect of life torment? Let the smart people become more and more confused, let the confused people become more and more intelligent, the confused people are agitated, and the smart people are depressed.

It's strange that I seem to correspond to all of her personalities, my temper is so stubborn, her temper is so weak.

I still remember once I told her that I was raised by you, and what kind of character was not given to me by you, what can I do?

The tone of speech also showed a hint of helplessness on her face, and my mother didn't say a word for a long time after hearing it, and that expression made me laugh involuntarily.

I know that I was too rebellious when I was a child, and sometimes I wanted to take my heart and work hard and go home for a meal together on the weekend. But I am not willing to live a life that can see the future really, I don't know if you can understand my feelings, although you always tell me that you feel that your ideas are not outdated.

I know it's not that you're outdated, you've been holding your phone to get familiar with some of the social software I use, wanting to understand me, caring about me, and wanting to understand me better. It's that I'm too paranoid, and this paranoia hurts you, and I think you shouldn't always meddle in my private life.

In fact, to be honest, I always feel that there is still a generation gap between us more or less, maybe in your eyes, my so-called generation gap is wrong, you want to lead me to the right path, but I am not willing to be dull after all.

To be honest, the kind of life that can be seen at a glance for five, ten, twenty or even more years makes me feel terrified when I think about it, and I feel that there is no difference between death and death. Eat a few meals a day, fix the days at two o'clock and one line, I just don't want to live the life you and your dad are living like now, you know?

I guess that's the only thing that's different about us, where you never get to know me. It has nothing to do with the generation gap, has nothing to do with the times, and has nothing to do with getting along, it is the consciousness that emerges from my subconscious as I grow up gradually.

When I was a child, I told you everything, but now I don't dare, I don't dare to express my current situation, I don't dare to reflect my depravity, I'm afraid that you will be very sad, afraid that you will not be able to sleep at night.

No matter how pretentious I am and how many reasons I have, it doesn't seem to change the fact that you are always angry.

I'm sorry.

These three words never wanted to be said in front of you, but I know that I am sorry for you for too many things, and I know that you never need me to say these three words.

Yes, it's not small, I know a lot of things, and I probably know better than you. Please forgive me for sometimes just wanting a sense of sustenance, I know that no matter how willful, rebellious, and ignorant, only you can tolerate me like this.

This sense of sustenance carries so many tears that you have, and sometimes I feel very slim, at this age of twenty years. If you can, can you wait until I'm over thirty, and when everything is settled, let me take good care of you.

I have always used the word "you" instead of "you", maybe everyone has their own thoughts, my idea is very simple, I just don't want to have a sense of distance between us.

My father and mother felt completely different from each other, but when I thought about it, I guess they correspond to each other. The daughter is the lover of the father's last life, and the son is the mother's what? I thought about it for a while and didn't think it clearly, so, can it be grandma's grandma? Because my grandmother is so good to me.

This mother and daughter are so stupid, treating such an unenterprising child and paying so much, has he ever thought about gratitude?

I feel more and more afraid to visit my grandmother, the wrinkles on her face, many, many, more, so many that I am afraid that I will lose her suddenly. Without a single black hair, from the time I was born to carry me out on my back to now I have to walk with a cane as old as her, and my waist is getting hunched up, and standing next to her is not as high as my chest. I was shaking many times when I saw her, it was a bad feeling, it made me feel very depressed, and I wanted her to be with me for the rest of my life. Grandma, it's a lifetime, I can't imagine how fierce I will cry if you're suddenly gone, you don't want me to cry, right, I know, so promise me not to leave me, okay. I remember when I was a child, you pulled my little finger many times and promised me.

I remember all the memories you brought me. I remember when my mother was about to beat me, you pulled me behind you, I remember the pocket money I was given every time, I remember one time I accidentally tripped while walking with me, and your body subconsciously let your right arm hit the ground, it was summer, the bloody arm was blurred, I was scared to cry, and you smiled and comforted me. Many, many, many, too many things, I don't talk about them, but I remember them all in my heart.

By the way, the love between grandma and grandpa makes me very envious, even jealous.

I remember one time, my grandmother had a fever, I forgot what the disease was, I just remember vomiting all the time, eating something and vomiting everything, drinking everything and throwing it out, grandpa held a basin and guarded it by the bed, his eyes were red, but his mouth was fiercely saying that everything was vomited out, can the stomach stand it. As he spoke, his clenched fist gently patted his grandmother's back.

The two uncles were standing in the living room to discuss solutions, and grandpa came out of the room, talking much quieter, that was the first time I saw him speak so quietly, and with a little pleading, saying that grandma had been infused for a day and was not good, and there was no other way.

Just such a sentence, the picture was deeply imprinted in my mind at that time, my grandfather was a veteran, he was very tall, his body was also very strong, and he usually spoke with special confidence, but that time, I saw a grandfather who was completely different from my impression.

In fact, grandpa doesn't have to be like this at all, the two uncles are very filial, and they are competing to let the two of them go to live in their own house, but the old man feels that the two of them are used to it, and he feels that he will bring trouble to their lives when he goes to the house every day, so he insists on not going. The helpless tone at the moment makes people really unbearable to listen to.

I was peeking and eavesdropping in the corner of my bedroom, not daring to make a sound.

It's love, right? The years can't wash away the love, right!

In the name of life.

I prayed for their eternal immortality, and even though I thought it was hilarious and knew it was impossible, I really couldn't imagine how fragile my emotions would be when they left.

It was the truest and deepest memory of my childhood, and the weight was not resisted by the passage of time.

In the name of love.

I prayed that Mom and Dad would be the same in the future, noisy and noisy. By the way, I'd like to add that too.

When I went back a few days ago, my mother nagged me again, but it was actually a topic that was repeated many times, and it seemed like the first time I said it in her mouth.

I'm still the same as usual, she sat on the left side of the sofa and said to herself, I sat on the right side of the sofa and played with my phone, and when I didn't say I know, I'm not a child anymore.

She looked at me seriously and said, you don't want to listen to me now, and when you get married and marry a wife in the future, people will definitely be even more reluctant to listen, and will they even feel annoyed to say a word to you at that time.

I... What kind of metaphor is this, although I still want to explain something, but I know in my heart that after finishing the words, I must be faced with a bunch of unknown words, so I am silent.

This time my dad also came back and bought her a new bracelet, and asked me twice how I was, the first time he smiled and said it looked good, and the second time he said it looked good.

In her relationship with her father, she is always the status of the boss, when I bullied her, she secretly told her father, and then my father pulled it out alone to educate me and said, Mom said that you are all for your good, and I echoed it on the side.

I remember that it has been two years in a row, and going home to celebrate her birthday is the happiest thing I have ever done.

Every year on her birthday, I would order a birthday cake in advance, take leave to leave work early and drive home to celebrate her birthday, which is probably the proudest thing I feel in front of her. Proud, what words are used in this, isn't it how it should be?

I always want to surprise her, I never tell her before I go home, and when she comes back from work, when she sees the birthday cake on the table in advance, she will always nag that she doesn't need to be so troublesome, but I can clearly see from her eyes that it is a belated joy, and I guess I was still complaining about it an hour ago that I had forgotten about it.

In the end, when she sings her birthday song, she can sing it until she becomes popular, she is not usually the kind of shy woman, haha.

After dinner, I watched TV with her and chatted about family life, which was probably the most obedient day of the year.

In this way, tens of thousands of days of time have passed in this cycle, and I have grown up and been able to jump and jump, and I have gone farther than before, while the faces of my relatives have gradually become strange to me.

It's supposed to be a terrible feeling, and I try very hard to go home with them every holiday and not let them worry about it.

As I start a family in the future, life will get better and better, and with them the possibility of, perhaps, certainly the opposite.

Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, I'm always like this, I think a lot about everything in the bad way, it's unlucky.

I always remember that my mother used to say that she wanted to go to the grassland, but I never took her there, and I always thought that I would have time.

I'm an extremely emotional person, but for some reason, I always become cringe when I come to my family.

Actually, it's not just me, I'm sure many people are the same, there are a lot of things that many people want to say, and in the end they are all embarrassed to defeat.

If after reading this text, you also have a little resonance, then you can use the keyboard to type down, take a time to say everything you want to say to your parents, you still have an hour or two of time every night, you are not a country manager, you are not so busy, all quietly type it down alone, and then send it to them.

Maybe it's just a simple gesture for you, but it can warm their hearts for a long time, a long time, if you also feel that you owe them too much.

Family, love, friendship, these three essential words in life, if you were to make a ranking, how many would you rank? If it's true, I don't dare to say it.

It's just that I never doubt that with the progress of medicine, people can live forever, as long as the brain cells are active, I think all the parts of the body can be replaced with the progress of medicine.

I just wish that day would come sooner so that everyone I love can catch it. Maybe in order to maintain the stability of society, this technology will not be made public, and until then I can only make myself stronger, strong enough to say anything, just for the people I love.

Mama, please slow down and wait for me, when I become more productive than I am now, when I pay you back the share that belongs to me a hundred times what I owe, please wait for me.

Face life.

We stop and go, deal with a lot of unfairness in life, and want to find a peace of our own.

Some things can be decided for themselves, and some things can only be passively accepted, and we are all fair to that.

In the blink of an eye, many people will leave you, many will blend in without warning, and you won't even have a choice.

It's just that you have to understand that there are some people who are more worthy of your cherishment.

Please don't live up to it, yes, it's disappointing, shuttle the annual rings, pay too much, and you will cry if you play it back.

Please stop bullying, yes, it's bullying, because I love you, so I'm willing to suffer, maybe the only one in this world.

Hey Mama

L love you