"Poor Wind" comes from the seventieth birthday of Cixi's mother. Cixi didn't have time to attend her mother's birthday, so she asked the courtiers to send her many things. At the same time, she personally wrote a calligraphy, framed it and sent it out. This calligraphy was preserved for several generations and was finally destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. That is a poem written by Cixi to her mother: Parents are the truest in the world, and tears and blood melt on children. Exhausted heart will eventually become a child, and the poor will bear the wind! As the saying goes, children are the heart of parents. This sentence is absolutely right. Poverty inherits the wind! When a child is young, I hope that he can grow up healthily and intelligently; After studying, I hope he can get into a good school; After graduating from school, I was worried about his job; After finding a job, I have to worry about his marriage; Perhaps it is not easy to serve the third generation in the future! ~ sometimes it really hurts to see things around you. A neighbor, an old lady in her sixties, is in good health and can basically take care of herself. Every time I see her withered fingers, trembling with a washbasin, sitting by the bathroom washing clothes, I think: there are three people in a family, three sons, three daughters-in-law, and many grandchildren, isn't there anyone to help her do these manual jobs? She is blind and helpless. How can she suffer so much? It's just that you don't help with your work. Occasionally, when you are not pleasing to the eye or in a bad mood, those unreasonable daughters-in-law will also call names. Alas, fortunately, the old lady is hard of hearing and can't hear clearly, otherwise I don't know how uncomfortable she is. In those poor days, several children were brought up with hardships. Who can know the bitterness? Why are you not grateful? Love, a great synonym. A person's instinct will make him learn to love, and among all kinds of love in Qian Qian, parents' love for their children is the greatest and the most enviable. "No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor, let alone bitter." In today's society, parents often complain that their children can't afford it, but when we reach out to them for pocket money, they will still take out their hard-earned money without reservation. This is the most common and sincere love in the world. This kind of love is for a better tomorrow and a more moist life for children. The poor inherit the wind. From the day we were born, we were taken care of by our parents. Our growth is inseparable from the careful care of our parents. It was the hard work and sweat of our parents that brought us up. Who is the cutest person? Who else besides our parents? The poor inherit the wind ... is this love? Is it a blessing? Is it a curse? In short, it seems that something is missing ... Agree with 83| Comments.