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Birthday

” Introduction” leisurely fifty years, between a glimpse. In the long river of history, fifty years is only a short moment, but as far as personal experience is concerned, it is undoubtedly a long time and worth chewing and aftertaste.. Try to erase the flashy memories of that time from the feeling of sunset morning, and suddenly find that only the affection and friendship of parents, brothers, sisters and friends remain in my heart..     Today is the first day of 2010 – a day of celebration all over the world, and also the birthday of my common man. For a long time, I didn’t have any special expectations for my birthday. Most of them were forgotten in the busy time.. Maybe it was a happy New Year’s Day, so people often remember it.     These days, friends have been planning to celebrate my’ birthday’, and people are soaking in wine and feeling warm in their hearts.. In addition to traveling and intoxicated, a self-adapted network catchword often hangs on his lips: Brother is not drinking wine, but happiness! Birthdays can be remembered, loved and blessed by friends, which is a happy thing for me.     Birthday, this familiar and unfamiliar word, is already a symbol of a day and a brand of a year ring to me.. The innocence of wearing new clothes, eating candy and asking for red envelopes in childhood has long been stored in the memory of the past, broken in the dust of the years and ups and downs in the smoke and rain of time.. Today, I have enjoyed a wonderful day in my life with the hospitality and blessing of the red, pink and blue colors, which really gives me a feeling and a state of mind that I have never had before..     During the dinner, listening to my friends’ evaluation and boast of my character, popularity and popularity, my heart was filled with both happy serenity and heavy thrillers.. In recent years, I have made friends sincerely, kept a low profile and lived calmly, although I sometimes feel energy ” overdrawn” and even complained about emotion ” deficit”. Although I feel exhausted physically and mentally, I feel more guilty than the love and kindness my friends have given me at every pass of my life.. I know that all the birthday banquets are imbued with the true feelings of friends. In addition to being grateful and showing kindness, I can only give everything to me in the days to come and do my best to deserve God, Heaven and conscience.. So, at the moment when I blew out the candle light, folded my hands and made the first wish for the new year, I silently chanted in my heart: treasure it, friend, although this birthday belongs to me, happiness should belong to you, and it’s good to have you all the way through the world of mortals.! Then, in the applause and blessing frequently hand in hand and drink happily . Ah, there is no such thing as a banquet.. This is a day of reunion with thousands of lights and thousands of families. It’s nearly 10 o’clock in the evening after the birthday party. Several friends said to me: Elder brother, you won’t be invited to play fast tonight. Leave some time for you to go back and write some birthday ” feeling” and ” feeling” and ” right” as ” giving back” to our table feast.. We will give you a birthday next year. The emotion is real and the words are touching. Although I really want to take advantage of alcohol to go to Kara to open my heart and release my mood, I can only listen to what I like..     Back home, sitting quietly at the computer, facing this silver screen, I was somewhat perplexed, dizzy, sleepy and indifferent, and at that time, I felt too much guilt and too much frustration. I don’t know what to write and where to start.     Looking back over the years, entering a higher school, getting employed, falling in love and getting married … Ah, whether it’s idle time or tedious days, it will leave you in a full, calm and restrained life, yearning for a peaceful, plain and plain life style, forgetting your age, forgetting your tangles and laughing at drive of life.. As a result, for the birthday, I no longer look forward to, no longer feel. Today, why did this birthday become so’ grand’ by accident? Murphy, it is only in the’ year of destiny’ that people will recover the hope of picking up flowers at once.?     As a child, I can hardly remember how I had my birthday. The only time I had an impression was on my 14th birthday.. I was admitted to a provincial key high school that year, and the whole family was happy for me. On my birthday, my parents promised to send me a gift and asked me to ” write a question” myself. ‘ lapel coat. ‘ I blurted out without thinking. At that time, the short coat with fur lapels was just in fashion, and several fashionable male students in the class had already put it on. I was both envious and envious of their swaggering drive.. Parents smiled at each other, hesitated for a moment, and agreed to my request. So my father pedaled his bike and disappeared in the cold wind. I lingered under a big tree in front of my home, staring at my father’s way back … Ah, waited for hours, every minute and every second was a torment. In the evening, my father came back. In the cold winter, his red face rolled with beads of sweat. When I opened the plastic bag, I saw at a glance that what my father bought was a blue cotton-padded jacket with no fur collar and two straight pockets. I felt disappointed and felt almost crying out loud.. My father said with shame, ” After a long run, I didn’t see the kind of fur collar coat you wanted. I think this cotton-padded jacket is more suitable for your middle school students.”. Mother came to comfort me: ” This cotton-padded coat is thick and warm. ‘ Two brothers stood behind me and patted me on the shoulder: Wear this first and buy you’ lapels’ next year.. Turned around and looked at the old white cotton-padded jacket they were wearing. I didn’t know what to say at the moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked for it, maybe I should be satisfied with getting this new cotton-padded jacket. Sister and sister were shouting at me about my parents’ preference for ” Yao son”, and I knew they had never enjoyed such ” luxury” and favor on their birthdays..     It was the only birthday in my memory that I got a present, but I was still unhappy on that birthday.     More than 30 years have passed, and every time I think of that birthday, I always feel ashamed of myself. Perhaps, in the 1970s, when the material was extremely scarce, my father did not buy the lapel coat I needed. Perhaps, he and his mother could not afford the’ expensive’ coat except for maintaining the livelihood of the family of seven on a monthly salary.. No matter what kind of possibility, I should have been moved by the’ commendation’ for my parents’ hard work and hard work. I was so impulsive and stubborn in those days..     I am not familiar with birthday culture, but I think birthdays are always connected with mothers. The significance of birthdays is not only to celebrate the continuation of life, but also to be grateful to mothers for giving life..Today, my mother has long resigned. In her lifetime, I have not lived up to filial piety, which can be described as hard to fill.. Father is over the age of Xi Jian, and his birthday is often forgotten by me. It was not until his later years that I thought of sending some gifts he needed for his birthday, even if sometimes it was just a pious blessing..     In Chinese dictionaries, there are many descriptions of ” loving mother” and ” loving father” sounds somewhat awkward. In my impression, my father is more severe than kindness, so I fear him more. Father is 86 years old this year. During the 30 years since his mother’s death, he has refused all his relatives and friends’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’ relatives’. As I often work overtime and travel, I have little time to visit him.     One morning last summer, when I approached the door of the unit, the guard told me that an old man had been waiting for you for more than half an hour.. I saw my father standing there sweating profusely, his white shirt soaked with sweat. Seeing me, my father came forward and looked at me carefully. His face showed a real joy and a rare brilliance.. I asked my father what he wanted from me. He said he hadn’t seen me for more than half a year, so he couldn’t rest assured and always wanted to see me.. In order not to delay my work, he only talked to me for a few minutes. When I left, I was repeatedly told: ” Busy work is a good thing, but remember to give me a call when I have time. I am not short of money or things, and I just want to hear your voice.”. ‘ It’s nearly 40 minutes’ journey from his residence to my work unit. I want to call a car to send him, but he insists on walking back. I know he can’t stand it, but his stubbornness can only be tolerated. Looking at his somewhat staggered figure, my heart was filled with bitterness and sadness. This is my father who has loved” Yao son” for decades and has been industrious and thrifty all his life.. ‘ Just want to see me”, the deep father’s love was expressed so strangely by him.     I’m lucky, I’m sad. To this day, I still don’t have the courage to apologize to my father for the past more than 30 years ago. Perhaps, father had already forgotten this matter. Ignorance and ignorance in my youth will cast a regret in my life. This kind of regret, let me always want to sew up the scar of memory, not without time, not without opportunity, but in front of the grandiose reason of ” busy work”, everything looks so fragile.     ‘ Sheep have the grace to kneel and milk, but there is no love to feed back.”. This kind of emotion between parents and children is very obvious in my daughter’s body.. Even though she is now in a tense situation of studying abroad, she will call us or leave a message on the button every day with special commemorative significance.. My daughter remembers me and I feel a lot of happiness. My father remembered me, and I ignored my father. In the middle of the three generations, I enjoyed the selfless love of the two generations. My daughter’s indifference to father’s love and my dullness and dullness to father’s love often make me blush.     Long 50 years, between a glimpse. In the long river of history, fifty years is only a short moment, but as far as personal experience is concerned, it is undoubtedly a long time and worth chewing and aftertaste.. Try to erase the flashy memories of that time from the feeling of sunset morning, and suddenly find that only the affection and friendship of parents, brothers, sisters and friends remain in my heart.. That love, that complex, that love affair, linger on for a long time..     I know that my clumsy words are far from bearing this feeling, but I still have to write something persistently, either for thanksgiving, or for’ paying debts’, or for nothing, just for a thorough understanding, a kind of retrospection . Ah, looking back on my journey, I gradually understand that affection is chicken soup for the soul, birthday is life forever, and a person who knows how to thank his parents can be a complete person.. Next year today, I will share the happiness of my birthday with my father, while he is still alive, I will be loyal to him and fulfill his filial duties.. Dear friend, will you forgive my absence at that time?[ Responsibility Editor: Chloe[ Original ]