Breathing sunshine prose

As night falls, the cold wind blows fiercely, and the city that has been noisy all day is silent with a cold look!

I leaned against the windowsill alone, gently pulled the pink curtain, and didn't want to see the cold full moon again, for fear of accidentally touching the nervous nerves in my heart. Close your eyes, count the time, and hurry through life. The pain hidden in my heart is like a cup of bitter wine, which is tasted alone. Listening to a sad song reminds me of the past that I can't bear to look back. Write a melancholy paragraph and accompany me to dream back late at night. Before my heart can explain, the dull pain in my heart has penetrated from my most vulnerable place. Tearing at my unrecognizable heart, the scars that have already formed have been hit again, and blood is flowing.

I still remember that on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was hot and the unit was like a big stove as usual. I suddenly felt unwell and dizzy. Fatigue. It's so uncomfortable, I really want to escape and go home. Perhaps because of my health, I miss my parents very much, so I took two days off to visit.

Along the way, with the window drifting, I looked out and looked at the noisy urban buildings, crowds surging and traffic shuttling. My heart felt nervous, as if I was out of place in this scene.

When I stepped into their workplace, I was deceived. I always thought that the conditions in the city should be good. I can't find my way to such a big place. I don't know whether to turn left or right. I searched back and forth several times, but I couldn't find the place where my parents worked. It happened that a security guard saw the inquiry and found it under his guidance. It can be said that there are many things. I walked into a 25-story building. I didn't walk to the top of the steps, but walked in the basement in the opposite direction, straight, turn, straight, turn ... and then there was a shelf tied with wooden posts and wires. They are used as ladders. I held the wall with my hands and walked down slowly with my feet, dizzy. At this moment, a pair of powerful big hands grabbed my arm. I instinctively looked up to see, ah, it's dad. Holding a pipe wrench and other tools in his hand, his thin and gaunt face, black, white and gray hair are mixed together and rarely fall off. Empty eyes, shriveled lips, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags under the eyes. Those big calloused hands have many scars on their hands ... The moment I looked at him again, I felt sad in my heart, and those damn tears poured out regardless of my face. I was afraid that my father would be sad, so I pressed my head very low and pretended that my eyes hurt, so I wiped them. I just followed my father into the place where he and his mother lived.

When I first saw it, I was startled, stunned and unexpected by what I saw. The huge place inside is dark, damp and empty, just like a lonely field. The creepy thing is that I can't help wrapping up my clothes. It's really cold inside. Full of this terrible smell! Dad coughed, and there might be an echo in it. Go in again is the cold cement wall, a bunch of dim light reflected, it is a place to cook for workers, see mother is busy packing jiaozi, more than 30 people's meals. I am delighted to call my mother. She saw me coming and smiled at me. Holding a pair of white hands, beckoned me to sit in the house. I went into the house, washed my hands, rolled up my sleeves and went to the kitchen to help my mother pack jiaozi. Mom said, "Today, the boss opened his eyes. There are cabbages every day, which are short of salt and oil. Today, I sent jiaozi to the workers for the first time. Get up at four o'clock every day to steam steamed bread ... "Dad took a blue apple and wiped it with a handkerchief. Before he could say a word, he hurried to work again. I took a bite of the blue apple and my eyes blurred. I ate it with salt in it. Oh, is that the smell of tears? Watching them hobble and keep busy, like a monster biting my heart back and forth, that feeling is so indescribable.

It's time for lunch. Dad and a group of migrant workers are back from work. I saw them wearing helmets and their faces were dusty and dusty. Watching them drag their tired bodies back to the dining hall, eating jiaozi wrapped by their mother, and slurping after eating a jiaozi. It seems that the meaning is still unfinished, and it is necessary to keep that taste forever. It seems that I don't have enough to eat every day, and my chest is attached to my back. But at the moment, their faces are full of satisfied smiles. Look at dad again. He was laughing just now. Why did he suddenly frown? Hot jiaozi, which I haven't seen for months. But now I just ate a few and went to the bedroom. I feel numb when I see these migrant workers, and the life of working is so ugly. In order to survive and solve the embarrassing situation of life, I have to leave my parents, wife and children and come to work in this city that is incompatible with me! Have to endure humiliation and pain. It can be seen that there is an unyielding backbone behind every inch of sunshine they breathe. I was deeply moved by their tenacity and will.

When I entered the bedroom, my father was half lying on the luggage roll, his eyes were deep. I asked eagerly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Dad sighed: "The creditor urges for money, what should I do?" People need money and have to live at home. I borrowed all the places I could ... because my family had no money ... "His lips trembled. Looking at that helpless look, there were tears in his eyes, almost desperate. I dare not speak and have nothing to comfort him. Look at him in a hurry. I feel sad in my heart. The circumstances and hardships of my parents have burned my life and become a brand that I can't erase all my life.

According to my mother, at one time, she wanted to quit her job for some reason. After everyone knew about it, they all resolutely disagreed and didn't want her to go. Because only mothers can eat clean and delicious meals, and only mothers can get up early and eat everyone's meals for a day. Only mother can make cabbage so delicious in different ways! After all, after a long time, we have deepened our feelings together. Here, my mother has a good popularity and a good reputation. My mother refused and promised to stay. Share joys and sorrows with them.

Look at the bedroom again: the air inside is dull, the roof is very low, and there is no ventilation inside. Mosquitoes are most active here. They danced on the wall in droves. I was impatient. I went to shoot, but I couldn't finish it! I asked my father, "How can I live in such an environment? Every day there is no sun, no fresh air, and there are so many mosquitoes to eat people at night ... "It's like a fishbone choking my throat, suddenly I can't speak, my eyes are blurred, and there are things like dew.

"Your father has been hurting in his body, arms, legs and joints recently. We have a job now, working here during the day and going to another construction site at night. Move bricks, sand and cement to the 14th floor. You can earn more than 100 or 300 yuan in just eight hours ... "Later, I didn't catch what my mother said, but I felt my heart was hurting and bleeding ... When others were sleepy and asleep, you were wearing a star Dai Yue and shuttled through the busy figure in the dim light.

Dad: A man who suffered from atrophic cerebral infarction for more than ten years worked tirelessly day and night for the 60 thousand debt owed by his brother when he got married. He doesn't want to go to Chunqiu for routine infusion. My mother is getting weak because of overwork over the years. She scrimped and saved, and was reluctant to eat good food, wear good clothes and buy clothes. She often said that if she has food, she won't die, and if she has clothes, she won't freeze. Looking at them, because of the accumulated work, irregular work and rest, the body is seriously overdrawn ... what should I do? Is it like this all your life, being a cow and a horse for your children?

In the afternoon, I'm going home. My father didn't come to see me off because of work. My mother insisted on taking me to the station. I have been holding her arm. Lean on her shoulder. The complexity of my heart and the feeling of parting are really indescribable. ...

When I arrived at the station, my mother held my hand tightly, and the temperature in my hand spread, warming every nerve and granulocyte in my body. Have endless love for me, urge me: eat more, don't be picky about food; Don't work hard, pay attention to your health, rest when you need it, and don't tire yourself out again. Reluctant to leave, really reluctant to leave ... as if farewell is forever, reluctant to leave, I turned around with tears, for fear that my mother would find out. The car stood by the side, and I quickly got into the car. At the moment of parting, I lay prone in front of the window and kept waving my arms at my mother until I watched her figure drift away and disappear into this high-rise city. ...

Now that life has embarked on a journey, there is no turning back. I'm thinking, if my youth can keep my parents' best years, I'd like to borrow a bergamot to cross me, as long as they can breathe fresh air in a hard environment and beautiful sunshine, even if my body crawls thousands of times.