Forum
Thema drucken
05.12.2019 03:18
|
Road, something that is so often ignored by people, but can bring us good memories. Some people stop at the roadside, watch people coming and going, and feel the vicissitudes of years. Some people stroll along the road, picking flowers, waiting for the perfect encounter. And more, the road is used as a tool to shorten time and distance. The road is used to catch up. Many years ago, my mother told me a story about rushing for life: it was the longest night of the year. There was silence, the painful moan of a woman, like a sharp dagger, through the lonely and silent sky. The sleeping parents were awakened, turned on the lights, and saw the daughter about to give birth. Fortunately, the old man returned from a chill. He said to the old lady in an orderly tone: "Wife, my daughter is about to give birth. Pack up a few clothes and quilts quickly. I'll get a car and take my daughter to the town's hospital. It's too late, hurry up! He started to separate his actions. The old man, thinking about it, could only use a tricycle to take his daughter to the hospital. The daughter was too painful to sit up. The old lady grabbed a few clothes in a panic, and carried them in her bag. I hugged my daughter, but I could n��t hold it. I was so anxious that I shook my throat and shouted my wife. Finally, with the help of the old couple and the neighbors next door Wholesale Cigarettes, I lifted the pregnant woman into the car and covered her with a quilt. The daughter's way to the hospital has to rely on the old couple. Look at the road ahead. It has been puddles and muddy by the rain in late autumn. If you look at it, you will already be afraid of the three-pointer. It is still difficult to leave. However, the daughter was about to give birth. The old couple gritted their teeth and decided to send the daughter to the hospital as fast as possible. The old man bowed in front of him for three rounds, and the old woman pushed and jumped behind. Car. The pits on the road are deeper than one Once the daughter who was alive died, the bumps were even more unbearable. Her hands clung tightly to the quilt covering her body, and the big sweat beads rolled straight down. "Old man, you hurry up, you work hard Ah. "It was unbearable to look at her daughter's pain, and the old lady who was always gentle was anxious." This road is so bumpy that the car is going to turn over. You're not afraid to be your daughter, I still feel sorry for my daughter! "The old man is also angry. On the one hand, he is in a hurry, on the other hand, he is afraid of the pain of his daughter, and the opinions of the old two are divided, but the eyes of her are filled with tears of the distressed daughter mokingusacigarettes.com." Dad, mom? Don't say anything, I can't bear it anyway, I must insist on going to the hospital anyway. The daughter said weakly. The fighting between the old couple was calmed down. But there were a few large puddles in front of it, and the old man kicked the three wheels to try to run over, but the tricycle was stuck in the mud firmly. The old couple had to get out of the car and drag the car forward with their body that had been over sixty-years old, and their four legs were deeply inserted into the icy muddy water. At this time, the daughter's eyes were already tearing. In this way, the old couple finally took their daughter to the hospital. I don't know how many times the car was trapped in the mud, how many times the legs were soaked in ice water, and how many times they continued to drive. After nearly two hours of surgery, the woman gave birth by caesarean section I heard a baby boy. When the man cried for the first time, the old couple was so happy that they almost knelt down to the doctor. The doctor also said, "This is due to the timely delivery of your elder, if it is a few minutes later, As far as the medical condition of our hospital is concerned, I am afraid that we are unable to return to heaven. "As he said, the doctor suddenly lowered his head and looked at something. It turned out that the old couple had always been wearing slippers. The frozen feet were covered with mud. That's right! That baby boy is me. Today, many years later, My grandfather has died, and my grandmother's waist has been scratched. The rugged path has been changed to a flat and wide concrete avenue. In the setting sun, my grandmother and I stroll along the road, watching the grandmother's strands of silver drift in the autumn wind , I do n��t know when, tears, ca n��t help but turn around a person ��s life is not personal personal property, you do n��t know that someone once stabbed it Parliament Cigarettes, even lost his life. Now I ��m very proud and grandmother Still good years. |
|
Antworten
