? When I was young, I didn't know the meaning of Mother's Day. Sticki
? When I was young, I didn't know the meaning of Mother's Day. Sticking together every day, quarreling or being bored is not entirely beautiful, but the flowing blood makes us unable to get rid of this reality. Mom is a very strong person, and I follow her. Strong people have a desire for control, hope to be recognized by others and then give in. It has been noisy for so many years, and there are not many days of peace.
? Until the death of father, the birth of daughter, the impermanence of life and death, and the alternation of life, we slowly learned to compromise in absence and joy. My mother's temper is getting softer and softer, and I understand her difficulties more and more. In recent years, we have stumbled to find a better way to get along, but we have become more and more harmonious.
? Last summer, my husband and I decided to move our family to Xi 'an. At that time, I was completely immersed in hope for the future. On the first holiday in July, I was busy packing things every day, contacting with selling houses, searching all kinds of information about Xi 'an in detail on the Internet, and planning a trip to road trip and Xinjiang for more than 20 days, hoping to keep all the scenery in my hometown in my memory before leaving. At that time, my mother was inexplicably haggard. The flesh on my face seems to have melted, leaving only my cheekbones propped up high, and I can still highlight a weak smile when I see them. In fact, if I remember correctly, my mother left Gansu at the age of 32, and my father took us to Xinjiang and started a new life journey. Every time I think about this, I don't think much about her pain and reluctance at that time. I am at ease in my hometown, and we can meet by plane in three hours. Where does it hurt? Now that I think about it, I was too immature.
I arrived in Xi 'an by bus on August 9th. It's the hot season, but I don't have time to be delicate. In ten days, we bought a house day and night and moved in all the furniture we had chosen. Next, the busyness of my new job and the vagueness of the rules made me like a rookie gyro, clumsy but fast. I forgot the past, I forgot that there are people in the world who can rely on. Yes, it's just sudden hunger and loneliness day after day.
1 1 month one day, I suddenly received a short message, which was my mother's flight information. She said that she dreamed that I was crying last night. After dawn, I fidgeted and booked a ticket immediately. My heart is broken, which is really a mother's trait. Sensitive but determined. During the days when I was with her, my mother got up at five o'clock every day to make breakfast for me, and cooked it in another way at noon and then sent it to me. In the middle, all the odds and ends in her house were sorted out, and the inside and outside were polished, warm and beautiful. This home suddenly became the familiar home in my memory.
? Feeling my loneliness in Xi 'an, my mother waved and said, "The whole family will accompany you for the Spring Festival this year." . So, my sister, brother and sister gathered in Xi 'an from all directions. The house is crowded with people, and the sound of cooking, laughter and children's crying are like a Spring Festival sonata. I am also wrapped in a long-lost happiness, willful, willful. During the Chinese New Year, my mother insisted on inviting her parents-in-law to dinner again and again. She and Grandpa Zeng were busy in the kitchen. When preparing for the third invitation, my sister and I felt a little lost in the face of my mother's ignorance of "reciprocity" and had a heated argument with her. Mother was so wronged that she cried and shouted, "I just want my daughter to have face." I hope my daughter knows where she is. There is such a big family behind her. " At that moment, she was like a brave soldier, who seemed to be able to help her daughter keep out the storms of her life.
? When my mother left Xi after the winter vacation, I was still at work and didn't go to see her off. She sent a text message at the airport, instead of crying to leave, she told me the specific food in the refrigerator, so detailed that I couldn't wait to cook it for me.
? Three months have passed since we last met. But they never seem to leave each other, because I can see her praising me in the circle of friends and then in the room every day. Write a lot of comments and never stop. In this way, she is still guilty and can't do more for me. It seems that I want to extend the love of one life to two lives, three lives, or longer.
? There will be a parent-teacher conference, which will end in a hurry. Maybe it's not that time is not enough, but that kindness is too heavy to end.