我的父亲已经七十多岁了,但我从来没有给父亲过一次生日,买过一个生日蛋糕。我不知小时候父亲给我洗过多少次脚,但我从来没有给他洗脚。我不知我小时候,父亲为了给我穿上一件新衣服,要赶着骡子给别人拉几天煤,拉几百车粪,挣几个工钱。但我四十来岁了,从来没有给父亲买过一件衣服。当然我也没有给六十八岁的母亲过一次生日,洗一次脚,买一件衣服。前两年父亲春节时摔了一跤,得了脑溢血,瘫痪在了床上。后来我弟媳妇说了,你 My father is over seventy, but I never had a birthday for my dad and bought a birthday cake. I do not know how many times my father washed my feet as a child, but I never give him a foot wash. I do not know when I was young, my father to put on a new dress for me, to catch a mule to pull a few days to others a few days, pull a few car dung, earn a few wages. But when I was 40, I never bought a dress for my father. Of course, I did not give my 68-year-old mother a birthday. I washed my feet and bought a dress. Two years ago, his father fell off during the Spring Festival, had a stroke, paralyzed in bed. Later, my brother-in-law said, you