Tongdu essays

To tell the truth, I still can't name her until today, although I have lived upstairs in her house for more than half a year.

Knowing her and paying attention to her family is not because of anything else, but because we meet several times in the community almost every day.

She is about sixty years old, short, with short hair, and often wears clean and semi-old clothes. Her biggest feature is her smile, which is a slight smile without any color like a black-and-white movie. Also because of laughter, I always feel so warm and elegant.

Her husband looks a little older than her, with a half-bald head and tight lips, and a worried look.

She and her husband have an unmarried disabled son who is about 30 years old. It is said that he got polio when he was a child.

Neighbors said that she and her husband are both foreigners and have no friends here.

The neighbor said that when the child was young, she and her husband were originally prepared to regenerate, but they gave up after thinking about it. Unconsciously, more than twenty years have passed. As she grows older, she and her husband are old, and so is her son. The adult son is physically developed, but his disability remains and his speech is still vague. For their son, the couple worked hard together and shared joys and sorrows.

Neighbors also said that seven years ago, she and her husband discussed it for a long time and bought a second-floor house with an elevator. In the third year of moving into a new house, my newly retired husband suddenly fell ill on a night without any warning. This is a large cavity infarction. She sent her husband to the hospital in a panic. The doctor said it was lucky to deliver it in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

For more than 30 days, in addition to arranging her son's diet and daily life, she has been accompanying her husband to undress.

The husband was finally rescued, although half of his body could not move, he could not take care of himself, his mouth was skewed and he was aphasia. But she told her neighbors that I would be satisfied if I came back alive.

After her husband was discharged from the hospital, she breathed a long sigh of relief, because from now on, the three of us can be together again and don't have to worry every day.

Since then, she has become more and more busy and tired. In addition to helping her son go out for a short trip twice a day and sunbathing in the community, she also regularly turns over and scrubs her husband and massages his bony processes. She has to feed her husband and clean the toilet; She also has to do passive physical exercise for her husband every day, take blood pressure, push the wheelchair outside and let her husband breathe fresh air.

Under her careful care, her husband's condition is getting better every day. Finally, one day, her husband can talk off and on. She smiled, but her husband shed tears. That day, her husband pointed at her with his left hand, pointed at his son, pointed at himself, shook his head slowly, sighed, and then patted his heart and said, "It hurts! Pain! "

She asked anxiously, is it heartache? Husband shook his head, then nodded and said, "You, I hurt."

At this moment, she understood that her husband felt sorry for her. Tired, her husband wants to say, how can you serve our father and son after a thin woman? It pains me to think about it.

She bent down beside the wheelchair and squatted down. She said to her husband, "Don't be so scary, old man. I know what you mean. Never mind, I can do it. Look, am I not good? "

The husband quickly made a gesture and said, "No, you are too tired, and you will fall." . Let me die. "

She said, "You are only in your sixties. How can you think that? We are husband and wife, although we are on a stormy ship. You know, it is really good to be good when you are good, my good son. To be tired, I had gallbladder colic a few years ago, and I was hospitalized again and again, and then I had surgery. Aren't you tired of being busy Old man, what is husband and wife? Husband and wife hold hands and grow old with their children. Husband and wife share joys and sorrows, old man. Don't think blindly in the future, let alone be pessimistic. You will get better gradually. I'm still waiting for our son to help us when you get better. "

Husband is still unhappy, and his closed lips are like closed iron gates. She tried her best to make her husband happy. She tells jokes, tells stories about her past with him, and tells stories about her recovery from illness like him. She said the sun would shine on every door. Our family seems a little difficult and sleepy at present, but compared with those poor people who still live at the bottom and even have problems eating, we are still lucky.

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I met her after an elevator failure not long ago.

At about ten o'clock the first morning, in the corridor, I saw her and her husband climbing the stairs, which was very difficult. Her husband's legs and feet wobbled. She tried her best to hold her husband's arm and squatted down from time to time to help put his feet safely. My husband's mouth was muttering, and I got a general idea of the meaning from what I still didn't know. He said the elevator broke down and he had to leave. You asked for it. She smiled, not angry or annoyed, and slowly replied, "Old man, you have learned to find reasons for laziness. Seeing that your legs and feet are getting better and better, we can't stop because the elevator doesn't move. "

I met her again that afternoon. This time, she took her son on the road in the community. She carried a small bag on her back and supported her son with both hands. Most of his body depends on crutches and a small part on her. They walked slowly and carefully. From time to time, she looked down at her son's feet and occasionally pulled his trouser legs stuck in the heel of his shoes.

The next afternoon, I asked the residential property and said that the elevator would resume operation and part of Beijing would be airlifted. On the way back, I met her again, specifically her family. This time, she and her husband and son are here, and three people are in the square of the community, near the chairs of the community. Her husband sat there smiling, while she helped her son walk back and forth in the square, whispering something from time to time. When she saw me, she smiled and said, "The elevator is broken. The most uncomfortable thing is you people with children in your arms. Tired. " I wanted to answer that when it comes to bitterness and tiredness, no one is more tired than you, but in the end I didn't say anything, just smiled and responded to her sympathy.

At the moment I left the square, I looked back at my family of three again. In the afterglow of the sunset, three people were fixed in the square like a painting. Although it is a bit desolate, the flowing warmth and dormant warmth in the desolation are so attractive.

The third time I met her was in the elevator. She brought a lot of meat and vegetables and sweated profusely. I said, "From xx vegetable market?" She smiled and replied, "That market is too far away. I'm in a hurry." Say that finish, the elevator door opened and she nodded in a hurry and got off the elevator. Looking at her back, I suddenly realized how time can be compared with me.

Maybe from the intersection of those times, maybe earlier, I paid more attention to her and her family. Every time I get out of the elevator and walk on the path in the community, I can't help looking for her and her family. If one day I can't see her and them, I will feel inexplicably uneasy.

I often think that her son was born in such a family and how lucky he is to have such parents. ! For her husband, although fate is a bit cruel to him, how lucky is it to meet such a wife who shares joys and sorrows with him on the ferry of marriage? Happiness.

I also think that if people really have an afterlife, then in the afterlife, she, her husband and son will be reunited into a happy family. In that dream family, they are healthy and have a happy life.