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At night, under the bright moonlight, a shy old man was sitting on the loess piles of loess. Xiao Shou's autumn wind blew his pale hair, and the demon of fate was quietly toward him ... Inscription under the sun bath, the clear dew on the grass, sparkling. Spit on the moss covered with it, the moss straightened under the sun, green body. Lying in the grass was a sleeping old man whose dew had soaked his clothes. His expression was very peaceful, and a line of wrinkles stretched from the corner of his eye to the forehead. The cry of the family came from afar. The old man awakened from his dream, slowly straightened up, patted the wrinkled clothes corner, and walked slowly on the endless grass. The afterglow of the morning light shone in the room of his lonely back. There was only a small bed less than two meters in the room. A thin, faded sheet was laid in the crib, and a tattered old quilt was thrown at the head of the bed at will. The daughter-in-law's scolding came from outside: "This old man, why don't you die early, it is a burden here." "That is, it is." Grandson followed, and all the old men were watching. Listen in your ear, think in your heart. "Old man, come out for dinner." The daughter-in-law said fiercely at the door that the old man walked slowly down the wall into the dining room table. I saw my daughter-in-law handing a bowl of white rice and fragrant vegetables to her grandson. See his daughter-in-law ignored his existence. The old man stood up and walked out of the dining room, followed by his daughter-in-law, with a swearing curse, "Oh! I still want to eat white rice if I don't work, dream! Go and eat your rice porridge." The old man was not angry. Because he was used to this kind of abuse Carton Of Cigarettes, he would always be harshly scolded by his daughter-in-law. Back in the room was a notched white porcelain bowl on the dusty wooden table. The bowl was filled with half a bowl of gruel. The old man was already hungry because he didn't eat anything for a day outside last night. Grab the bowl and drink half a bowl of gruel. The elderly felt very hungry after drinking Parliament Cigarettes. But there was no other way but to sneak into the kitchen and secretly grab a few pieces of meat from the pot into a bowl. The sound of closing the kitchen door alarmed the daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law walked angrily to the old man and took the porcelain bowl filled with meat and fell to the ground. The "click" porcelain bowl was broken, the broth flowed from the bowl to the ground, and a few pieces of meat rolled to the ground. The broken sound of the porcelain bowl also broke the old man's heart. The old man went mad to the porcelain bowl to pick up the meat and stuffed it in his mouth. The daughter-in-law kept thinking that you old man was crazy? Your old man is filial, like a hot spring refreshing Online Cigarettes, filial, Ruyi Shouya sings the soul, filial piety is a beautiful painting to decorate the world, filial piety, like a rainbow running through the new bridge, filial piety is like a drizzle baptism, filial piety is still a Chinese national tradition Virtue, the times are advancing, but some people's morals are regressing!
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