First, Sure enough, then the mother does not pour the paint on the road.
There is a little boy, the family is very poor, only the mother.
The child is 7 years old. I don't know why, I suddenly got a big disease. The mother took him a lot of doctors, and she could not diagnose. It is a very strange disease. No one can say a disease name.
Like all parents who seek medical treatment, as long as they hear a hopes, the mother will try to try. In this way, many drugs have been tried. The child's illness is gradually deteriorating. The original thin body is getting thinner and thin, and later, the child can't stand up. Treatment of diseases, all the savings in the family.
One day, my mother called again to have a Laolang in the far, his medicine can cure the child's disease. After the child took a little, there was something better. However, the medicine in Laolang is very expensive. The mother sells all the things that can be sold at home, only relying on the mountain to cut wood every day, this most primitive means is hard to maintain a livelihood.
The Chinese medicine of the average person is all three times, but the mother often has to be 7 or 8 times, and the fade is really not taste. The boy found that the mother fell on the road at a time, and was thrown into the pedestrian. He asked her mother why, the mother told him that passers-by stepped on your paint, just took your disease away, so you just faster.
How can this boy say, how can this? I would rather be sick, and I don't want to have this disease. Sure enough, the mother did not pug in the road.
The days are in the mother countless chopping and expectation. One day, the boy suddenly discovered that he can stand up! He fell to the back door, and he wanted to tell the news in the first time in the mountains to cut wood.
open the door. It is a small road to the mountains. The crystal is quiet and quiet, and the road is covered with a thick and thin thing. That road is less, only when the mother cuts firewood every day.
Second, a rose flower
A gentleman stopped in the door of the flower shop, he intended to bind a bunch of flowers to the flower shop, please send it to the mother in his hometown. When the gentleman is going into the store, I found a little girl and crying on the road. The gentleman asked her to say: she said:
"Child, why is it crying here?"
"I want to buy a rose to give my mother, but my money is not enough." The child said. The gentleman listened to feel distressed.
"This ..." The gentleman walked into the flower shop, first booked a bouquet to the mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl. When I walked out of the flower shop, the gentleman proposed to the little girl and sent her home.
"Don't you send me home?"
"Of course!"
"Then you send me to my mother. But uncle, my mother lives, far from here."
"I don't have it to have youna." The gentleman joke.
The gentleman said that the little girl has been open, and she didn't expect to come out of the urban Dama Road. As the Walkong Mountain Road, she came to the cemetery.
The little girl puts the flowers next to a new grave, she gave a rose flower in order to give a mother, and walked a large way.
The gentleman sent the little girl home and then folded back to the flower shop. He canceled the bouquet to be sent to the mother, and he sailed a big bunch of flowers. He left here for five hours drive from the mother's home, he would like to give a mother.
Hold a grand funeral for the deceased,
It is better to be happy in the world.
Third, there is no lock door
A pair of mother and daughters in the remote house of the countryside, the mother is deeply afraid to have a three-lock on the door to the door, and the daughter is disgusted with a rural life like a landscape. I want to see the gorgeous world that I want to think through the radio.
In the morning, my daughter left the mother around for the pursuit of illusory dreams. She sneaked away when she was sleeping.
"Mom, just as there is no my daughter." Unfortunately, this world is not as moving as she imagined,
She is unknowing, going to fall, and she is deeply pulled into the mud, she only realized her own fault.
After ten years later, after ten years, the daughter who has grown up with the injured heart and the body of the wolf, returned to the hometown.
When she returned home, she was late at night, and the weak light was penetrated through the door. She gently knocked on the door, but suddenly had a hunch. The daughter scared a hop when the daughter twisted the door. "It's so strange, my mother never forgot to lock the door.
The mother's thin body is in the cold floor, and it is sleepy.
"Mom ... Mom ..." I heard the daughter's crying, the mother opened his eyes, and he didn't send his daughter's tired shoulders. After a long time, my daughter suddenly asked: "Mom, how do you don't have a lock today, some people come in?"
The mother replied: "Not only today, I am afraid that I suddenly came back in the evening, so I never locked it ten years."
Mother is ten years, waiting for her daughter back, and the fossine in the daughter room is as in the same year. This evening, the mother and daughter replied to the appearance of ten years ago, and the door was asleep.
The love of the family is the cradle of hope,
Thank you for warmth
Give the growing power.
Fourth, the hair in the end
In that poor era, many students often have the ability to go to school, and my neighborhood is the same.
His meals are always black and black, and I often hold ham and poached eggs. The two have a heirloom.
And this classmate, every time you get out of your hair, you will eat his convenience. This uncomfortable discovery has been continued.
"It can be seen that his mother has more, and there is hair in every day." The students disclosed privately. In order to take into account the self-esteem, you can't show it, you always feel that it is dirty, so the impression of this class has begun to discount.
After a day, after school, the classmate said me: "If there is nothing to go to my home to play." Although the heart is not willing, but since he since the same class, he has invited me to play at home, so I don't History refused him.
With your friends, I came to a slum in the steepestile terrain in Seoul.
"Mom, I have been coming." After listening to the excitement of classmates, the door opened. His aged mother appeared at the door. "My son's friend is coming, let me see."
But the mother who came out of the door, just touched the beam column outside the door with hands.
It turns out that she is a blind man who is blind. I feel a bit of nasalic acid, and I can't say a word.
The classmate is a soybean, but the mother who can't see it, it is the mother who can't see it. It is not just a lunch, but also a full lunch, even the hair is doped in the hair It is also the same as the mother 's love.
First-in-one
Turning the pattern of people,
Observe more, discuss
There will be more unexpected discovery.
5. There is a middle-aged postman in a small village. He began to return to 50 kilometers every day from the age of 20, and the story of joy and joy, and sent it to the home of the resident day. It has been swaying in the twenty years, and the personnel have changed several changes, and only the road from the post office to the village. From the past, there is no halflet, the obey, and only the flying dust.
"How long does it take to get a desolate road?"
When he thought of there must be on this no-flowery, there was a little regret when he had spent his life in the bicycle.
One day when he sent a letter, when he was prepared to go back, he just had a flower shop. "Right, this is this!"
He walked into the flower shop, bought a wild flowery seed, and starting from the second day, with these seeds on the way.
In this way, after a day, two days, one month, two months ... he continued to spread wild flowers. Not long after, that has been coming back to the desolate road of 20 years, and there is a lot of red, yellow colored little flowers; summer flowers, autumn flowers, flowers in the fall, never stop.
Seeds and floral fragrances to people in the village, more emails than those who have been served in a lifetime, making them happy.
It is not a whistle that is not full of dust but filled with petals. It is no longer a lonely postman. It is no longer a bitter postman.
Life is like a white spot,
time flies,
Why do you stay in good deeds?
Provide the future people to cool?
Sixth, the 100th guest
At noon, the peak time passed, the original crowded snack shop, the guests have already scattered, the boss is going to swear by the newspaper, someone came in. That is a grandmother and a little boy.
"How much is the beef soup rice?"
Grandma sat down and took out the money bag number of money, called a bowl of soup rice, and the hot soup. Grandma pushed the bowl to the sun, the little boy swallowed his grandmother and said: "Grandma, have you really have eaten a meal?"
"Of course." Grandma is chewed slowly with a radish kimchi. When I shake my eyes, the little boy eats a bowl of rice.
The boss saw this scene and walked to two people and said: "Lao Mrs, congratulations, you are the 100th guest today, so free."
After a day after a month, the little boy squatted in the snack shop, like something like, making it unintentional to the boss outside the window.
For the original little boy, every time I saw a guest into the store, put the little stones into the circle of his painting, but the Chinese food has passed, but the small stone is not even 50. Anxious boss called all the old customers: "Is it very busy? Nothing, I want you to eat bowl of soup rice, today I invite guests."
After making a call like this, the guest starts a pick one.
"Eighty-one, 82, 83 ..." The little boy is getting faster and faster.
Finally, when the ninety-nine small stones were put into the circle, the little boy rushed to the grandmother's hand into the snack shop.
"Grandma, this time I changed my guest." The little boy said some.
The grandmother that really became the 100 guests, let the grandson entertain a bowl of hot beef soup rice. The little boy is like a grandmother, containing a radish kimchi chewed in the mouth.
"Also sent a bowl to the boy." The boss said.
"The little boy is now studying if you don't eat something, you will also have the truth!" The boss answers.
Snoring ... I have a grandson who eats the taste of Jinjin asks a small grandson: "Do you want to leave some to you?"
I didn't expect the child but patted his little belly. I said to my grandmother: "No, I am very full, my grandmother, look ......
One thought of good heart, a seedlings,
The seedlings can be forest,
Everyone has love, society has love
Seven, the most beautiful bubble noodles in the world
He is a single dad, raising a seven-year-old little boy. Whenever the child is hurt, he has a shortcoming of the death wife, and he feels especially deep, and it will inevitably lead to the madness of madness.
This is what he happens when he left a child.
Because to catch the train, there is no time to accompany your child to have breakfast, he hurriedly left the house. Every way is worried about the child, if you eat, will you cry, your heart can't let it go. Even if you arrive in a business trip, you will call home from time to time. Can always be very sensible, don't worry. However, because the heart is worried, the grass is treated, and it is going to return. When I returned home, my child was already asleep, and he was relieved. The tired of the journey makes him unable. It is ready to sleep, suddenly the snack is shocked: the cotton is under, there is a bowl of the bubble noodles!
"This child!" He is in the son of his son, and he hits the son of the sleep. "Why is it so not awkward, make your father are angry? Who is it like this to get the cotton is blurting?"
This is the first time after the wife passed away.
"I don't have ..." The child scored the swallow: "I have no naughty, this ... this is dinner to Dad."
It turns out that in order to cooperate with Dad, she fell two bowls of bubble noodles, a bowl of themselves, another bowl to Dad.
But because I am afraid that my father is cool, it is put into the cotton under the bottom of the cotton.
Dad listened, didn't touch it tightly? Looking at the bubble noodles left in the bowl, ah, child, this is the most delicious bubble noodles in the world!
Children Even young,
There are also their dignity,
If the parents discover the child,
Be brave to tell them:
"I am sorry"!
