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Happy diary of parents during their stay.

My sister and I have an appointment to go to my parents' house on Monday afternoon to celebrate my 77-year-old mother's birthday. Because it coincides with the winter vacation, I also take this opportunity to stay at my parents' house for a few days.

Hardly had the bus arrived at the door when my parents rushed out to meet us. Despite the cold for three or nine days, I always have a smile on my face.

My father will be 80 years old and my mother will be 78 years old. However, they don't look that old. They are in good spirits and strong bodies. Father said that they were in the best health this year, and his acid reflux stomach disease and ear disease with pus were cured. At the dinner table, my father wolfed down the rice, and soon ate up a bowl of rice, and sometimes he needed another half bowl. You know, my dad didn't dare to eat a bite of rice a few years ago. His heart ached when he ate it, and he ate porridge and steamed bread every day. Watching us eat rice, the delicious scene, my father said, will evoke all the gluttons in my stomach. Mom, in those two years, her food intake was gradually decreasing. Sometimes she didn't bother to move chopsticks when she looked at the food, and she seemed to have no appetite.

My sister and I whispered that we should exercise in time when we are old. A few years ago, they would come to my sister's house for the winter every winter. Cats are in the building all winter, and the daily activity area is very small, from kitchen to bedroom to bathroom. When people are old, their bodies are inherently lacking in vitality. If they are inactive, they will become weak and have no strength to walk. If my brother's family hadn't come back from working in other places very late this year, they might have gone upstairs for the winter as before. In rural areas, you have to pick firewood to make a fire, carry coal blocks, go to cinder bars, pour dirty water to wash yourself, and so on. The labor intensity is getting stronger and stronger, and the bones are getting stronger every day. However, the thought of elderly mom and dad, but also to bear the complicated life, sometimes not the taste in my heart. I dream outside, but I can only work at home, and it's too far to take care of it. Guilt is always lingering.

Fortunately, my parents are not old and tired, but full of energy. I feel a little relieved. During my parents' stay, my sister and I played mahjong with my parents several times a day. Watching my parents play cards happily and talking about the past, I am not confused at all, but I am actually envious in my heart. I envy my parents for more than 50 years. Although there are some bumps between the two, along the way, happiness is greater than hardship. Now he is a father with bad legs and feet, getting up early to make a fire and cooking steaming breakfast for his mother. Sometimes, watching my mother scold my father all over, my father is wronged, and we will smile quietly and say nothing. Maybe if the old couple do this every day, they won't be lonely and can prevent Alzheimer's disease. It is a blessing to be together when you are old, but it is no harm to fight. If one day, only one person is left alone, how will life be? Do you always feel that the years when two people are together, whether bitter or sweet, have become something you often chew in your later life?

One day, my sister accompanied her mother on a business trip and passed by a small shop. She wants to go in and buy some daily necessities. When she was choosing, her eyes suddenly lit up. She found something she liked when she was a child-bagged sugar balls. She was filled with joy and couldn't help buying them back.

Sitting on the hot kang, we shared a candy ball. Although in our mouth, it is not as sweet as when we were children, there is still a kind of joy and emotion in our hearts. How many childhood memories this candy ball evokes! In the era of material scarcity, a small sugar ball represents happiness and happiness, which is incomparable to many fashionable and fun things now. My sister and mother talked about the past, and we laughed from time to time. My niece sitting next to me tasting candy balls doesn't seem interested in this. Maybe she was thinking, are you so excited, son? How can you understand our mood at the moment? Everything is superior to you, and you can't feel the kind of happiness that a sugar ball brings us in an era of material shortage. Later, I put the photos of sugar balls on the Weibo with a few words: I miss the days when I was so happy to eat a few fast sugar balls. What about you? Many bloggers like or comment, leaving their footprints. Student Cheng's message: Yes, at that time, the living standard was not as high as it is now, but there was a little satisfaction and excitement at that time, and now there is no passion for bumper harvest at that time. Brother Yang, a literary friend in Beijing, said: You are too extravagant. At that time, we all ate sugar balls several times ... At that time, a small sugar ball was a happy seed, planted in a young heart and grew into a beautiful and happy tree, which we will never forget.

During my stay at my parents' house, I tasted the plates of pistachios served by my parents for us, and talked about the common sense at home. How happy I was. My sister and niece had to leave early because of something at home. Mom prepared something for us early, and some of them were too big for us to carry. Mom said, anyway, it's by car, and no one needs to carry it. What else do I want to defend? My sister winked at me and said, ok, we'll all take it. My mother was right. It wasn't warm in the car that morning, but we didn't feel a chill, because we were on the road with father's love and mother's love.

When I typed these words on the keyboard, I stupidly thought, will memory meander into a river and flow endlessly? My island of life is rich because of it, and those humble bits and pieces become blooming flowers with a faint fragrance. Will someone come, not to pick one, but to sing and dance for this beautiful flower?