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From Struggle to Success: A Father’s Unyielding Love
In a small town nestled amidst a world of dreams and aspirations, a joint family existed—a microcosm of diverse personalities and financial circumstances. At the center of this family stood my father, a man of humble means but boundless determination, and alongside him, my uncle and elder brother of my father, who was blessed with affluence.
By zain Ul Abedeen3 years ago in Men
When it comes to
When it comes to the Spring Festival, everyone is no stranger, the most nostalgic Chinese people than the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival is the historical representative of our Chinese nation. The Spring Festival is the most solemn and distinctive festival of Chinese folk. In the countryside, people hang red and large lanterns in front of every household, and some stick couplets on both sides of the gate. The Spring Festival is the most lively festival, is also the oldest festival, generally New Year's Eve and the first day of the first month commonly known as "New Year", at this time should be every family reunion to eat together! To the New Year, the rural adults are busy preparing for the New Year, the street is selling firecrackers, selling couplets, the market is crowded with people to buy New Year's goods, everywhere floating the taste of the year. We came to hometown Guizhou, here is my father, second uncle, third uncle live place, there is grandma waiting for us at home, it is a no air conditioning, no heating home, are wooden houses, the family can only sit around a stove to roast a fire, because it is too cold, outside under the snow, the mountains are all white. I often complain about this place, because there is no fixed time to eat, I feel that I am eating at any time, and it is not our previous meal point, every time I can't eat, I have to often nest in bed, grandma will call me to eat again and again. My brother and sister were all clamoring to go out and buy firecrackers, Adults had to take us together, we saw fireworks feel every good, we took a big pocket each kind of firecrackers have bought some, the 30th day of the New Year's Eve dinner, the adults said that tonight can sleep after twelve o 'clock, to twelve o 'clock, we are sleepy fast, suddenly outside the sound of firecrackers, waiting for the adults to put the big firecrackers, my brother and I My sister also put up the small firecrackers we bought, which made the whole yard very lively. The good time soon passed, the fourth day of the New Year mom and dad will go to work we will leave. The day grandma waved goodbye to grandma outside the window, Grandma also smiled and waved goodbye to us, in fact, my heart is very reluctant to let us leave. The Spring Festival will soon be over, and we will have to study harder in the next semester.Man is a strange animal, why do people have so much trouble? Will there be so many difficulties? It's a question I may not know until I die. If I see God, if I see Allah, if I see Buddha, then I will bring this question to them. When I was a child, my mother told me that life is like a boat without sails in the vast ocean, you have it, but you can't control it. Just let it float slowly. Can you tell what's ahead? Sunlight? Wind and rain? An island to stay on? Or land to call home? Noooo! You never know. There may be sunshine after the wind and rain, or there may be continuous wind and rain. If you see land, and that land is covered in rain and wind, you are wondering whether or not you land on land but there is a sunny island. You will be faced with a choice of direction in life: will you settle down in the wind and rain or enjoy a moment of comfort on a sunny island? If you choose the former, then you are a brave person, you have to be responsible for your choice, bravely go on it - believe that one day the sun will come, but it is also possible that your - a sound are in the wind and rain, the past can not be turned back, There are a lot of people are braving the wind, rain and hard work, there are a lot of people successful, ushered in the most brilliant moment of life, in the original choice to feel lucky. There are also many people who were blown beyond recognition by the wind, were broken by the rain, and regretted the original choice. In the choice of island and land, some people will choose temporary comfort, win a moment of pleasure. It is quite possible that before long, when the storm comes, the sea will engulf the island and engulf your life. There is another rare situation, after you choose the island, your life is easy and happy from then on, until your life is over, the wind and rain do not come. With all this said, you may sigh and complain that the universe is so unfair, but that doesn't change anything. People in more times still need to bear, bear the sun, bear the wind and rain, bear happiness, bear setbacks.
By amber brown3 years ago in Men
My fingers touched the
My fingers touched the black box in front of me, and through a slight coolness, I felt her temperature and heard her heartbeat. I'm still struggling to come to terms with it, but the choking smoke and the cries all around me fill my mind, forcing me to think about her at this ceremony. My father died of illness when I was three years old. Since then, my grandmother has become a kind of sustenance for my father in a subtle way. Remember grandma has a pair of big hands is always so generous and powerful, always can easily peel off my efforts but still difficult to do. Dried fruit. Her palms were dark, with deep lines, the result of long work. But every time her hand covered mine, it magically made me feel strong and warm. It is a feeling of peace, I often miss this peace of mind. Grandma can always tell a variety of unrepeated confuses, jokes, like what "hemp house, red curtains", always make me laugh. When she saw me smile, she laughed back, laughing until her face was wrinkled, laughing until her eyes were narrowed, laughing until she clapped her chest. That's enough laughing. One more. Keep laughing. So my mother often joked that Grandma would bring me up to be a crazy girl. Whenever her laughter into my ears, that simple and honest voice ah, is the world's most real. I often miss this truth. In Grandma's house, no matter what I do, when I look back, I will be able to meet Grandma's eyes, and through these eyes, I can feel inspired and trust. Her eyes had become a little cloudy with the passage of years, but I could always see flashes, as if I saw the kind of flicker of hope. Mother said, I am the hope of grandma's heart, I must study hard, later repay grandma...... That hope is mixed with love, and I often think of this love. A bow is a wish for the dead; Two bows, is respect for the dead; Three bows, is a deep yearning for the dead. At the end of the farewell ceremony, after my third bow, I dared not lift my body or my head again: tears filled my eyes and at last began to pour out; Thoughts filled the heart, the end is for a sigh......Childhood is beautiful, my childhood is cruel. Childhood is meant to be playful and carefree with friends. But I'm not happy at all. My childhood is limited no friends, no happiness, there is only loneliness and loneliness! Every time I look out the window, there are always a few people walking in groups on the way home. I was wondering when I could be one of them. As far as I can remember, I've never spoken to anyone. But one day there was a person in my life who changed my fate that day, I went to school after breakfast, on the way I was hit by a lovely little boy, the little boy hurriedly said sorry, I just smiled and went away. But then my jaw dropped when I found out that he was my mother's sister's child, and then I was even more surprised that he was going to live in my house and I actually said no but I was forced to say yes. I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life with this guy. My little brother is sociable. He talks to me all the time. I just give him a smile. I clearly remember that it was a sunny morning, I was eating breakfast, little brother ran to me and said: sister, let's go to the playground. I did not speak, the little brother was happy to say not to speak is the default, I was ready to open his mouth but he has to prepare, in order not to hurt his young heart, I did not say anything more. And my little brother went to the playground, he insisted on pester me to ride the Ferris wheel with him, he knew I was afraid of heights ah. I still endure to play with him, the Ferris wheel that called a fear, scared my legs are weak, little brother seems to see what, called me to the side to do for a while. Unconsciously it was dark when my little brother and I went home, he was sleepy and fell asleep on my back, and I had to carry him home to look at my little brother sleeping on my back really sweet in my heart there is actually a sense of satisfaction. I now know that my childhood was happy!
By Tiffany Randle3 years ago in Men
Which is the best hair transplant method? Why?
Two main techniques are used to obtain follicles for transplantation : 1. follicular unit transplantation (FUT) - The surgeon will use a scalpel to cut out a strip of scalp skin from the back of the head. The incision is typically several inches long. This is then closed with stitches.
By Dr. Ankit Gupta3 years ago in Men
5 Behaviours that are Making You Feel more Lonely
In today's hyperconnected world, it may seem paradoxical that many people feel increasingly lonely. Loneliness is a complex emotion that can be influenced by various factors, including our habits and behaviours. It's essential to recognize certain habits that may unknowingly contribute to feelings of isolation and take proactive steps to cultivate meaningful connections. In this article, we'll explore five common habits that can make you more lonely and provide strategies to break the cycle.
By Samuel James3 years ago in Men
One Day
I hope that one day I'll work up the courage to be able tell you how much you mean to me, how much you've shaped me into the person I am today. I could tell by the way mom talks about you to me that she knows our bond is close to non-existent. She mentions to me that if she were to pass before you, she pleads for me to give you a call every once in a while, take you out to eat, or to spend some time with you doing your favorite hobbies. She's worried because she senses that our family will be without one another when she is no longer here due to our emotional disconnect and detachment, and our language barrier.
By Tawnya Huynh3 years ago in Men
A Father's Legacy : Father's Footprint challenge
"On this special day, I honor the father figure who has nurtured my dreams, cheered for my successes, and offered guidance during challenging times. You are my champion, and I'm so blessed to have you in my life. Happy Father's Day!"
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Men
Dad
Dear dad, I tried so hard to get you to be part of my life. The moment that you and my mom split up, it was like you weren't a parent anymore. At least, not mine. I have always wanted to know why? Why did you not want to be part of my life? Why was it so easy for you to just throw me away?
By Chantal Michalski3 years ago in Men
The Bluest Collar and the Biggest Heart
My father built houses, but never for black people. It started as a roofing and siding business. It was hard, big work in a soft, small town. My two brothers and I always had what we needed, and we knew better than to want more. The only thing I wanted was to stop hearing the n-word at dinner.
By Abby Seber3 years ago in Men
Time, Date, Temp
5:58 pm, Friday, June 12, 2020. 74.3 degrees inside. 80 something outside. I sit in bed and stare at “The Classic Cars of the Fifties” mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. Each one on its shelf that's shared by two others. All twelve portray a different world, a different time. My favorite is the third to the right on the third shelf down. Don’t know what it is, but it is smaller with a white top that looks like it may be a convertible and the body is a pretty sky-blue color. I would get up to see what make and model it is, but I don’t feel like it. Hmm – guess I am depressed. OK, so I’ll keep writing. To the right of the “Classic Cars of the Fifties” are the “Classic Cars of the 60’s”. Funny, “Fifties” is spelled out, and “’60s” is written in number form. Here again, each car sits on its shelf next to two others. These are all lower to the ground and not as ornate.
By Heather Glenn3 years ago in Men
The Sculptor of Identity: A Chronicle of Paternal Influence
Life is a fascinating mosaic, pieced together by experiences, relationships, and the lessons they yield. In my life’s panorama, my father’s role has been as a chisel, meticulously sculpting my identity with patient and loving strokes. The story of who I am today is incomplete without acknowledging how my father, my primary male role model, has influenced my personal and intellectual growth.
By Stevie Johnson3 years ago in Men
