The full text of Zhu Ziqing's Walking

We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and children.

Mom doesn't want to come out; She is old and in poor health, and she will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listened to me as I did when I was a child.

The weather is fine. This year's spring came too late, too late, and some old people couldn't stand it and died when Qingming was approaching. But spring has finally come. My mother survived another cold winter.

This field in the early spring in the south! Large tracts of new green are spread out at will, some thick and some light; The buds on the trees are also dense; The water in the field is bubbling in winter ... all this reminds people of one thing-life.

My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly cried. "There is a mother and son in front and a mother and son behind." We all laughed.

Later, there was a disagreement: mom had to take the main road, and the road was smooth; My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting ... However, everything depends on me. Mother is old, and she has long been used to listening to her strong son. My son is still young and used to listening to the tall father. What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. For an instant, I felt the great responsibility, just like a national leader at a critical juncture. I tried to kill two birds with one stone, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up a family and split it into two parts, each of which has its own place, but I don't want to. I decided to compromise my son, because I spent more time with him and less time with my mother. I said, "Take the main road. But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path! Her eyes followed the path: golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "Where I can't walk, you carry me." My mother said.

In this way, we walked towards cauliflower, mulberry trees and fish ponds in the sun. In one place, I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son. Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is very fat, after all, he is young and naturally light, but my wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if the things on her back and I add up to the whole world.