Dad and Mom's Love

For as long as I can remember, my father went out to work with the village people during the farming season, leaving all the farming work at home to my mother to manage. Whenever my father came back, my mother was interested in letting him talk about what was new outside. Later, when my father grew older and my mother was not well, my father contracted two acres of land in the village to plant fruit trees. He carried a hoe to the orchard every day to weed and spray pesticides on the fruit trees, and when the fruit was ripe, he was busy picking it and selling it at the market. When he came back, he scattered a pocketful of change on the bed, and his mother happily counted them one by one, smoothed them one by one, and chattered incessantly about his recent expenses. My father was having fun with a glass of sorghum wine and a plate of dishes that my mother had already cooked. The mother, most of the time, is at home doing housework, laundry, cooking, feeding the chickens and ducks, sometimes to the neighbors' young daughters-in-law with children, or helping cut a shoe pattern, as soon as the father returned from the orchard, the mother will put down the work in hand, very seriously to the father to pour wine, serve food, and sit with the father to talk about the household chores and the fruits of the garden and the crops in the field. Sometimes, I heard them complaining to each other, and my mother would always say that there was no end to the work in the field and that my father should come home early tomorrow. When my father came home and saw my mother busy, he blamed her for being idle.

My mother once told me that she was introduced to my father by a relative. Perhaps at the beginning, they did not have any feelings for each other. However, with time, in the trust and reliance on each other, their feelings have long surpassed love. One time, my father accidentally broke his foot while working in the field, and the back of his foot was bruised and swollen like hairy bread, and he was afraid to walk on the ground. From then on, my mother took care of my father even more, and I realized from then on that a real love life should be like this.

Over the years, the family's conditions have gradually improved, but my mother has always been diligent and frugal to work for the family. My brother and I asked our parents not to burn wood anymore, but my mother said that gas was too wasteful for cooking, and gas was so expensive, so it was better to burn wood, so she insisted on using the most primitive wood stove. So, in the season of corn and other crops, my father and mother would line up the stalks, dry them, bind them, and then pull them home and put them together to make firewood stacks. So, at every moment when the smoke is rising, I can see the smiling faces of my father and mother in the kitchen ......

I don't know what love looks like in the eyes of my father and mother, but I often see them as husband and wife, and see them smiling at each other without thinking, perhaps this is the most real love it!

The other day, I went back to my mom's house and saw some old neighbors chatting. Mom smiled and said to me, "Come and see your Aunt Li's wedding photos!" Auntie Li is more than 70 years old this year, the photo of Auntie Li wearing a wedding dress and her partner holding hands, quite romantic.

When I got home, my mom told me that Auntie Li and her partner had taken a set of wedding photos at the studio to commemorate 50 years of marriage. I laughed and joked with my mom, "Why don't you and dad also go to take a set?" Mom smiled and refused. The first time I saw her, I saw her standing in the living room, looking at the photo of her and her father.

That evening, I was talking to a friend. She said she was out of town and was taking her mom and dad to see the sea, and said they had worked hard all their lives and had never been out of town, so while they could walk now, they tried to go out and see as much of the scenery as possible. I couldn't help but feel moved: I should also take action. The next day, I took my annual leave, went online to check the route to the beach, and booked a hotel to stay. I told my mom about the trip when everything was ready, and she looked very excited to hear that she was going to the beach, saying that she never thought she would see the sea in her life. The father is also very happy, busy making a list of things to bring out.

I took my parents to the beach for a walk after a rest at the hotel, and they were happy as children, chasing the waves, picking up shells of different shapes, and posing for pictures from time to time, laughing all the way. On the third day, I contacted a local photo studio and asked them to take a set of wedding photos for Mom and Dad. Mom was very surprised when the staff showed up with a smile. After hearing my plan, Mom and Dad were especially excited. Mom wore her wedding dress, put on her makeup, and repeatedly looked in the mirror, looking very nervous. The staff told them to relax and hold hands together as they stepped into the waves, picked up shells, and played with sand sculptures, making a unique set of wedding photos by the sea.

We came back from our trip to the beach, and within a few days, the photos were sent back, and Mom called out to her old neighbors in the courtyard to see the photos and talk in graphic detail about the fun she had at the beach. I was also very pleased to have fulfilled my mom's dream of a wedding dress. In the future, I want to take my parents to enjoy more scenery, taste the food that they have not eaten, and create a happy old age for them.