Treat your parents well and stay with your parents. This is not a long time.

The first story:

"Baby, hurry to eat, the rice is cold." A mother has called her son to eat for the third time.

"Know it, I am sick of it. I will go to dinner after the game is finished. You will not eat it yourself!" The impatient voice made a mother a special helpless, but did not eat it first, but waited for it. Bring your own son out.

When he came out, he saw the food on the table, did not move, the mother sat there waiting for himself, the boy's heart touched, dissatisfied said: "I am not letting you eat first? Why are you waiting for me? ?"

The mother did not answer, but said: "Hurry up and sit down and eat!"

The second story:

"If you dare to be with that man, I will not have your daughter." A father was on the other side of the phone, and said to the daughter at the other side.

"I am going to be with him. Although you are my father, but I am an adult, you can't control me, and I am not qualified to take care of me." The other girl said to her father very angry.

When the father heard the daughter's words, he was so angry that he continued: "I am your father, I don't care who you are?"

"But you just said that you don't have my daughter, is there any qualification to take care of me?" After the girl was very angry, she hang up and no longer gave her father a chance to speak.

When the father saw the girl hang up the phone, the gas attack occurred, and the girl snuggled in the man's arms.

That night, the mother made several phone calls to the girl, and all of them were hung up by the girl. Finally, they chose to turn off the machine.

When she turned on the phone on the third day, she saw countless missed calls and cousin's cousin, so she called back to her mother, but unexpectedly sent a bad news.

"Child, your father is gone." The mother cried and said to the girl, the girl was holding the phone with amazement: "Mom, you lied to me!"

"How can you lie to you, that night, you hang up the phone, your father had a heart attack, went to the hospital, rescued one night, or did not rescue him."

When the girl heard the words of her mother, she burst into tears and hurried to the house.

When I got home, I saw that it was covered with white cloth. My father’s photo was placed there. Her regrets were in front of her father’s spiritual position.

"Dad, I am sorry, sorry, my daughter is not filial, my daughter should not be angry with you, sorry, you should not leave me, I will listen to you in the future."

But I can't wake up anymore, but I can't come back.

The third story:

A college student is studying in the city. He is a child who came out of the countryside. He is also the only child in the village who has been admitted to college. He has also become the pride of the village.

Because of poverty, the boy worked while studying, and the people in the dormitory did not know that he was coming out of the countryside.

After a year of precipitation, the boy was infected by the city's people, became loved, changed his love to dress himself, the boy was very handsome, and naturally there were many girls chasing, so the boy became fond of vanity.

One day, my mother did not have a son's message for two months, so I decided to go to the city, go to school to find my son, walked the mountain road one day and one night, took dozens of wrinkled unscented money, got on the bus, came to the big city, lost. Asked passers-by, and the most exchanged to avoid it, with the big sun, looking for his son's school, hungry and licking some sour wolf heads, continue to find.

Without looking forward to it, the mother found her son, but she saw her son well, dressed up fashion with her classmates, and the mother greeted her and shouted: "Xiaobin"

The boy looked up and looked at his mother in horror.

Soon the classmates around me looked at Xiaobin’s mother in disgust and asked Xiaobin: “Who is Xiaobin?”

Xiaobin said to the classmates: "I don't know, let's go!"

The mother heard her son say to the classmates: "When he does not know himself, he does not believe in his son."

The son left like this, then turned his head and gave her a look and motioned him to go back.

The mother looked at the son's farther and farther figure, and shed tears of vicissitudes of life. The son did not want to recognize himself in front of his classmates.

In the evening, the mother waited for her son, when his son returned to school alone.

The boy saw his mother still, looked around and saw no one left. "What are you doing, I am very good at school."

"Oh, Mom, miss you, you don't give mom a message for two months, Mom is worried about you!"

"I'm fine, go back quickly! Don't worry about me, I am doing very well."

As he spoke, a classmate of Xiaobin came over and asked: "Xiao Bin, don't you say that you don't know?"

"I think she is very poor. I just curious to ask, but she admits the wrong person." After Xiaobin went to school with his classmates, he dropped his old mother.

The mother looked at the back of her son, and she shed tears in her heart and left.

Parental love is selfless, but we should not take selflessness for granted.

The love of parents is profound, but we cannot turn this deep love into a weapon that hurts them.

The love of parents is silent, but we cannot abandon this silence deeply.

Time is short, the years are fast, and the moment is blinking, parents can't stay with us, and we have to accompany our parents.

When I was young, my parents paid for everything to raise us.

When we grow up, we must give our love and dedication to our parents.

After a long time, we have established a family and no longer go home often, but we are going home, don't stare at the phone.

Spend more time with your parents, chat with your parents, help your mother to cook in the kitchen, and talk to my father.

New Year, we can't go back, don't forget to call your parents.

When the child grows up, how sad the parents are, only they know.

They are not afraid of death, only afraid that they will never see their children again.

We don't want parents to be jealous. This time is not long, but short.

We don't want to worry about our parents. If trouble is love, will it still be troublesome?

We don't want our parents to be old. Just because we grew up, when our children grow up, and when we are old, when our children dislike us, what kind of taste do we have?

We don't want parents to keep up with our times, because we don't understand the era of our parents.

Cherish your parents, stay with your parents, don't argue with your parents, and your parents will be sad.