Chapter 26 Part Two: Reflections on the "Prestige School Complex" The tenderness of letters

Easter holiday, planning to return home for vacation. One morning before leaving, Yi came to knock on my door, holding a package of things in his hand. "Can you bring me something?" He asked me, a little shy.Yi is a very good boy, sincere and kind, like a simple and honest little cloth bear. "What?" I was a little curious. "It's the letters I usually write to my parents, as well as the photos I took here. Can you bring them back to China and send them for me?" Yi is studying for a doctorate in Cambridge at his own expense. His parents are in Yunnan. Since his family is not rich, While studying, he worked part-time in the local supermarket, self-reliant and frugal.How could it be possible to refuse?In the world, human relations and family affection are after all, people have the same heart!I nodded and took the big envelope: "It's rare, I still write letters with pen and paper. I will definitely forward it for you. Is the letter from home worth ten thousand gold?" Yi told me to greet my parents in black and white, so that they I feel solemn and at ease, "I forget the phone call, but the letter makes them feel at ease, and they can read it over and over again, and accompany them for me."

In today's world where information and communication are so advanced, it is really rare to be able to move this kind of thought for parents.In comparison, I am ashamed.It is very convenient to go online now, and most of the contacts with friends are through email and MSN.My parents don't use the Internet, so I ordered a phone card in an online store and dialed it with just a single call.As time goes by, people become lazy and gradually lose touch with pen and ink.My parents are always tolerant, happy to hear my voice, and never ask for more.The speed of my mother's speech on the phone was much faster than usual, and it took me a long time to find out that I was careless.

"why?" "It's a long distance across the ocean, it's nothing too important." "Didn't I tell you that it's not expensive anymore, it's fine if we keep talking." "I know, but I always feel that the phone is for business, not for chatting, and I may have spoken quickly subconsciously." My parents are not good at long conversations on the phone. After they get straight to the point and finish the gist, they often stop talking.But the communication with pen and paper made them much more comfortable.The cupboards at home store their many years of correspondence with each other, family and friends, and there are several thick stacks.One of the great pleasures of the two is to read those old texts in their spare time and recall the bits and pieces of the past years together.When their parents fell in love, they were thousands of miles apart, one south and the other north.At that time, it was inconvenient to make a phone call, and I didn't even know what the Internet was.They communicated at least twice a week, and the geese went back and forth for three years to achieve this 25-year-old marriage.

I read their letters, moved and grateful. I was moved by the pure and simple love of that era, and I was moved by the unstoppable perseverance of thousands of mountains and rivers.Father's address to mother has also changed from long to short, and then from short to long: Comrade Ma Guilan - Comrade Guilan - Guilan - Lan - Dear Lan.How many ups and downs of emotions are contained in such subtle changes, even as their daughter, I can only guess, not sure.That kind of subtlety is really deep romance.They met only three or four times in three years, and it was letters one after another that made them know each other and trust each other, and finally entered into marriage.They are all ordinary people, and their marriage cannot escape the stage of "seven-year itch" and "aesthetic fatigue", but the seriousness and focus at the beginning enable them to work hand in hand to face any test of marriage, and never leave.Reading their letters makes me want to swear an oath to someone for life.Really, love, love well, love is in every moment, just like love in the correct words with the fragrance of pen and ink.It was my parents who taught me a truth: the greatness of love does not lie in how great you or the person you love is, but in how you choose to love someone and how long you spend loving someone.

Reading the letter from my parents, I am full of gratitude. I am grateful for this love that gave birth to me, and thank them for extending this love to my upbringing.I have a few letters with me all the time.When I parted from my parents, these few letters were more dear to me than anything else.The first letter was from my father to my mother when he heard the news of my birth.When I landed, my father was not with us. Dear Lan: Hello! Letter received.I am very happy to know that Li Na has come out safely and that you have all the good news!Of course, you have endured a lot of pain, and the loss of your body is very heavy.Here, I would like to express my sincere regards to you and wish you a happy delivery and a speedy recovery. (A letter of condolence to the leader to the subordinates!)

Dear Lan, to be honest, I know that this time there will be a girl.That's what I advertised when people asked about me before your letter.Boys and girls are the same now.Besides, after giving birth to a girl, wouldn't I have three jars of old wine to drink in the future, haha!In any case, this is our flesh and blood, our future and hope, and we must take good care of it (father said that if a boy is born, he will be called Li Peng, and a girl will be called Li Na, so my mother dare not have a boy). Little Li Na is really happy. She has the caress of her mother and the care of her grandparents and uncles. How happy she should be!But don't be born in the blessings and don't know the blessings, crying and making noise at every turn.How about it, is it quieter?

Dear Lan, look at me as a mother-in-law since I became a father.You have to know how much I want to take a look at little Li Na with my own eyes, and kiss her little hands and face, that would be great! Dear Lan, I am sending you "How to Measure a Child's Intelligence" which I cut out from a newspaper.You can try our "daughter" in the future, don't be a big fool like her father. After the full moon, my mother carried me to Shenyang to visit my father who was a soldier.I landed only a little over five catties, pitifully small.But in Shenyang, with the joint care of my parents, I am like a grass in March, growing vigorously.This letter was written by them to my grandparents, reporting on my growth:

Nana has changed a lot now, she is fat like a little Buddha, her arms and legs are like lotus roots, and her weight is 12 catties as of today, her food intake is getting bigger and bigger, a bag of milk powder is no longer enough She has had it for a few days. Little Nana is now much fatter than when she was at home. She has two chubby cheeks and her whole body is round.She was much grayer again, and her hair was long and black again.Her movements have also developed, and her eyes can follow people. Nana is very well-behaved now, especially when she is taken out, she never defecates outside (this is also worthy of praise?), and she does not cry or make trouble, which is often praised by others.But at home, she doesn't care about that. She cries when she wants to, and makes trouble when she wants to (I have been "two-faced" since childhood?!).

Another improvement is that Nana can sleep on her side, and people have to accompany her to babble a few words, God knows what she said.When you want to kiss her, she sticks out her little tongue, which is very interesting (I will French kiss at that time——French deep kiss? It's really precocious!). Nana's hair is too long, we took her to the barber shop today for a "cucurbit egg" cut.Haha, Nana has become a little monk!Look how well Nana behaves outside, she didn't even make a sound when she got her haircut! When I read these words for the first time, I couldn't help laughing out loud, tears came out of my eyes.I don't defecate outside, I can roll my eyes, I can sleep on my side, and these little things like sesame and mung beans are worthy of their serious record, God!Then I read it again, my heart became wet, my nose was sore, and the teardrops began to fall down.It is really a blessing to be deeply loved by such lovely parents.They are proud of me, not because of the achievements I have made, but because I am their daughter, the daughter they love with their lives.

I read the words written more than 20 years ago over and over again, feeling my parents' feelings at that time with my heart between those yellowed pages.The feeling in my heart gradually became complicated, not only touched, not only happy, but also a deep sense of guilt.When I think about it, I realize that I didn't pay enough attention to my parents; the weakest link in my life is the communication with them. In another letter, Mom mentioned what it was like when Dad became a dad: ...It's just that Guocai lost weight, and little Nana disturbed him to sleep at night, and he had to go to work during the day, and there was a lot of diapers waiting for him when he came back.Guocai lent me a copy of "Family Life Counselor", which contains many ways to raise children.Sometimes I get angry with him for irrelevant things.For example, he was afraid that Nana would catch a cold and close the doors and windows tightly, and he wanted to cover the child with a quilt all day long. In fact, wouldn't it be bad to be overheated?He recorded Nana's life every night: how is her diet?How many times do you have a bowel movement?How was your sleep?What will you do?Hey, I'm really not afraid of trouble.A few days ago, I took a few photos of Nana at home, some were sleeping, some were sitting, some were breastfeeding, it was really interesting!

As long as I can remember, my father has always been busy, and he has very little time for the family. He doesn't know what grade I am in, what class I am in, and he often can't spend my birthday with me.Not without complaints, I even said to him angrily: At work, you are a very dedicated person; but at home, you are just a "stingy" father.It was only when I read this letter that I realized how arbitrary, how one-sided, and how sad my evaluation of my father was.I said to myself: That young father is so caring and gentle, he is your father!How could you hurt him like that? I read Yi Shu's novels in my spare time, and there is a passage about the relationship between parents and children, which made me think for a long time: Do you really know your parents?From one to five years old, do you have any memory?Six to eleven years old, primary school students, catch up with class every day, go home to do homework, parents have to go to work to socialize, go to relatives' house on weekends, don't have enough time to spend with each other, do you really know their likes and dislikes?Then go to middle school, teenagers have their own social network, and your entertainment is not synchronized with your parents, and you have less time to meet.Have you had a good conversation with your parents? You haven’t had time to get to know each other. You have already gone to a foreign country to go to university, ranging from four to six years, and you may have not lived together for a long time until you get a doctorate.Afterwards, I have to fight for my career, I am distracted, I go home for dinner at most once a week, three or two hours, I pass by in a hurry, and suddenly I fall in love, get married, and your own child is born, It's just like being thrown off your feet.The position of parents is further squeezed into a corner, and each other is ignorant of each other's sufferings, hopes and joys.Decades have passed.Suddenly, I realized that my parents were old people, with wrinkled faces and strange slow steps. Are these really my parents?Open the photo album, no, no, no, they are not like this, they...they don't know anything about their parents. I was suddenly a little scared, almost, I might "know nothing" about these two people who love me the most and the people I love the most for the rest of my life!Over the years, I have been busy studying and improving, all my thoughts have been focused on the improvement of "intellect", but I have almost forgotten about emotions.I really want to thank my parents for these words, they let me understand the true meaning of love and kinship, and more importantly, they aroused my desire to truly understand my parents and care for them. I brought these three letters from home to Cambridge. Those gentle words accompanied me in a foreign land, giving me warmth and strength.When I was homesick, I read these letters over and over again, and I heard the song "Remembering My Love" by Chen Baiqiang: long night empty makes me nostalgic Ming Yuelang misses his mother dear parents soft like the moon nostalgia long night empty pillow cold night weeping The road is far away, the blue sea shows my heart dear parents soft like the moon I often ask He Ribao in my heart Dear kindness should be reported should cherish filial piety only i leave Can't be comforted flick melody rhyme dream send I want to write something to them, I know they will love it.So with this article, give it to them, for love, for love, for understanding!