Reported three Chunhui

From small to large, I have experienced countless things. Some things have gone like duckweed, and some things are deeply rooted in my heart like roots. These past events are like a breeze, the wind is no trace, I grow quietly without traces.
I remember that when I was very young, my mother told me a story. A long time ago, there was a small official named Ying Kao who went to see Zheng Zhuanggong. Zheng Zhuang Gong gave him food to eat, he put the piece of meat on the side and could not bear to eat. Zhuang Gong met very strangely. Ying Kao said: "My old mother has never eaten such delicious meat. Please allow me to take home and honor my mother." Zhuang Gong was very moved after listening.
After the story was over, my mother patted my little brain and asked: "I don't know why my mother told you this story." I looked at my mother with a tender look and nodded.
In the future life, I gradually forgot a lot of things, but this story may be interesting because it is, because of other things, it has been deeply imprinted in my heart and never forgotten.
After I went to middle school, I was under tremendous pressure to study every day. The surrounding air seemed to solidify. There were very few opportunities for me to chat with my mother. I remember on a Sunday morning, the pointer on the clock, like a walking old man, took his slow and heavy pace. In my sleepiness, I heard a few shrill coughs, as if I had heard from my mother's house. I blinked and looked at the watch for more than five o'clock. I still have to sleep for a while, but just Soon after lying down, I began to hesitate and thought, "My father is not at home. I am the only man in my family. I should take care of my mother. When I think of it, I will wear clothes to my mother at a speed that is too fast." In the room, gently patted the mother's back and kept asking: "Are you okay?" Mom saw my nervous look and smiled and said, "It's okay." After my mother was better, she went to the kitchen and took a cup of boiling water to her mother. Her mother received the cup and her eyes became moist. When Dad came back, my mother praised me in front of my father. At this time, I understood. My mother used the meaning of the story, that is, a word "filial piety", and I blame myself for the hesitation at that time.
I think that filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. If a person does not even understand the filial piety, then he will not achieve good results at school, and there will be no achievements in the workplace. We should repay the parents in daily life. Our nurture of inheritance inherits and promotes the fine traditions of the filial piety of the Chinese nation.

Reported three Chunhui

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