During the summer vacation of the first grade in junior high school, I had an extra family of relatives. The 13-year blank period is not so easy to span, but at least the two sides have exchanges, but they are not very close. I still haven't figured out the reason why my mother ran away from the house to marry my father, and I felt that there was one more'stone' in my rucksack. In fact, stress and troubles have never disappeared, they are all hidden behind you, and you will not feel heavy when you are not tired. New Bayi Chinese website first launched www.(x81zw).com m./x81zw/.com
However, most elopement children often have such a thing after marriage: no matter how many years, as long as the chubby and lovely grandchildren are brought to their parents, many persistence will fall back to pieces. I don't know if I have played such a role. If so, I think I will spare no effort to do a good job of'conciliation'.
After returning home that day, my mom told my dad what had happened. My dad, who had always been calm and rigorous, laughed. He kept pulling me and asking "Really? Really?" I had never seen my dad so happy, even if it was. because I. I was very jealous about this and couldn't help but slander: How much does he want to be the son-in-law of Dadao family, Dad!
A few days later, I saw the urgency of my father, he is completely actionist. Around eight o'clock after the dinner, the father, who pretended to read the newspaper in the living room, pulled up his mother and staged a scene like this:
Dad: "How are the preparations for this year's Ikebana Art Festival?"
Seeing my father secretly glanced at me with a serious look, I thought in my heart that he and mother had already rehearsed.
The mother's expression was slightly unnatural: "I am personally ready, but I haven't found a suitable assistant."
Dad: "Many of your students can stand alone. Why not choose one of them."
Mom: "I have thought about it too, but I just think they are still not enough to take pictures with me."
Dad’s voice suddenly hit a few decibels: "Have you ever thought about it? Let Yueyin help you, I think his ikebana foundation is good. Also, your dad is going to be discharged from the hospital, I want him to take a look at your mother and daughter on the same stage. Performance."
"This one… "
Then the two looked at me together.
I really think it’s fun to rehabilitate the old and nervous parents with the Oshima family. They seem to have become young people who are eager to get their parents’ approval. But right, there are no elders in the family, if forgiveness eases the severed affection, it is also worthy of comfort.
I cooperated with the wonderful performance of Mom and Dad, and said sincerely: "Mom, let me be your assistant."
My mother will perform at the Ikebana Art Festival. My job is to help my mother trim the flowers in case they need it. However, it is not easy to cut out both in line with mother’s creative inspiration and the right size. Moreover, on the day of the performance, it must be improvised and adaptable. The most important thing is to pay attention to the graceful posture. This is really too difficult!
Ikebana is a unique traditional flower arrangement technique in Japan. It inserts the branches, leaves, and flowers of plants into the flower vessel according to a certain pattern and shape. It not only plays a role of decoration and appreciation, but also expresses the natural phenomena and implies the philosophy of the universe. My mother said that ikebana pursues the Zen artistic conception of "quietness, elegance, beauty, truth, and harmony" through the harmonious unity of lines, colors, shapes and textures.
Among the national flower arranging genres, there are three famous genres: Chifangliu, Xiaoyuanliu, and Caoyueliu. Mom is a leader in Cao Yueliu, Cao Yueliu advocates free and innovative ways of expression. The past few days of practice has allowed me to slowly understand and understand my mother’s artistic style. Her creations always give people a new feeling. It is the first time that I, who is addicted to karate, really feel my mother, Oshima Kazuko. A great person like Dad.
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When I was looking forward to the late arrival of the Flower Road Art Festival, it came quietly.
As a married woman, my mother wore a black kimono with long sleeves. The skirt and cuffs were woven with beautiful brocade patterns and matched with a gold belt, which was really beautiful. Because it was summer, my mother prepared me a pink brocade texture with beaded white belt in vibrating sleeves, combed hair with exquisite hairpin, and I was a real lady in the mirror.
The first time I stood on the stage, I couldn't restrain my beating heart, so many people in the audience were watching, and I couldn't move.
"Moon Yin, don't be nervous, take a deep breath, we are going to start." Mom said softly in my ear.
Movements, postures, cut shapes... I keep repeating these words in my mind, recalling every practice before, my hands are constantly working.
When the audience applauded, I realized that the performance was over.
This was a successful performance, as can be judged from the number of congratulatory flowers received backstage, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. God knows how nervous I was up there, as if the whole person was shaking.
The art festival interspersed with art performances and works of different genres, occasionally folk singing and folk dance performances, the whole process was very well received. My mother and I were always backstage, and only after the festival ended did we leave the theater with the crowds.
Dad didn't see the performance because of company affairs, but he happened to ran into us when he arrived, so he can be calm and calm when meeting with grandparents outside the theater. Surprisingly, there was a luxurious old woman beside the two old people. When we passed by, she immediately grabbed her mother's hand with tears in her eyes, feeling that she was a very familiar relationship with her mother.
"Very wonderful performance, Kazuko, it's been a long time since I saw you."
Mom shook the other party's hand back, and then bowed with the same excitement, "Thank you, Auntie Aguri. I haven't seen you in a long time, I miss you very much." After a cordial greeting, my mother introduced me with a smile: "This is my daughter. , 榊月音."
After hearing my mother say that the grandmother's surname is "Jinbu", I said hello. Because I was worried that my grandfather and grandmother would be neglected, I immediately sent my greetings. Especially my grandfather, my ardent and sincere is a little bit more, for the sake of my parents, I plan to have a good relationship with my grandpa. "How are you doing?"
There was a few seconds of silence. Considering the indifferent treatment of my grandfather to my parents, I got a reply when I thought he was not going to talk to me, although the tone was not mild: "Much better, you performed well today." Only stiff and warm hands covered my head.
I looked up at Grandpa in a daze, a little bit unbelievable, is he affirming me
Grandpa retracted his hand uncomfortably, so stubborn that the old man might not be good at compromising on such occasions. But my mother almost shed tears with excitement, and my father was also very moved. It seems that this effort has produced good results.
"Grandma, you are here, I am looking for you." At this moment, a respectful and slightly complaining voice came from behind him. It was a nice baritone, and his tone was full of spirit and confidence. But from his clear voice, he should be very young.
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"Yes, grandma."
Grandma Jibu called him Jingwu. Could it be that... I turned my head mechanically and saw a boy who was still aristocratic and proud even though he was dressed casually. The tear mole at the corner of his eye was even more ostentatious.
This person is undoubtedly the emperor of the Ice Emperor—Kingwu Rube! He said hello to my family politely and thoughtfully, and it seemed that the tutoring was rigorous and good. Although the polite manners and gestures of aristocratic fans are dazzling, the indifference that cannot be concealed when facing me and the deep eyes always prove his disdain for me, especially the young master of the ruling department. He didn't even look at me.
I have to say that God’s arrangement is ingenious. When I come here, I always see princes one by one in sudden situations. So now, even if such a dazzling one appears, my strong heart can still bear it.
Grandma Rubu proudly introduced her grandson. I looked at my grandpa and grandmother. The two elderly people seemed to like Rubu very much. It's hard to imagine that a picky person like Grandpa would praise and praise the trace department and Yan.
"Jing Wu, you take Yueyin to stroll around. We adults haven't seen each other for a long time, so I want to have a good talk." Grandma Tracebu suddenly suggested.
Although I don't think it's a good idea to stay with Keigo Atobe alone, judging from the current situation, the elders do have a lot to say. I intuitively think that their topics don't want me to hear.
I nodded obediently.
The Atobe politely made a gesture of request, "Please, Miss Sakura."
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