One winter, I went back to my hometown to be a sleeper. The sleeping car is crowded with people and the heating is big enough, so you can imagine how hot it is. The grandfathers and aunts from the northeast directly stripped off their autumn clothes and trousers, directly revealing the boldness of the northeast people; We juniors also took off our coats, trying to find a chill in this stuffy carriage. In order to avoid the heat wave on the sleeper, I slipped to the window below. Just as I was indulging in the dark night curtain outside the window, the cry of an aunt in the next car came to my ears.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged woman of about 50 years old, slightly fat, wearing a brown sweater and a green coat. She cried when she answered the phone, her voice choked intermittently and she looked sad. This makes me curious. What makes this aunt so sad? Let people over half a year old cry regardless of their image? Listen carefully to her phone content, only to find that my aunt's mother has passed away at the moment. Aunt, four brothers and sisters, married Suha with her sister and made a living by growing cotton; There is also a younger sister and brother at home. Hearing that her old mother was ill, she and her sister rushed back to their hometown from Xinjiang non-stop to take care of her mother for three months. Later, there was an emergency at home, and the old father urged his sisters to go back. As a result, on their way back to Xinjiang, they were shocked to hear the bad news. Who would have thought that her old mother could eat before she came back, and her spirit was not bad. At this time, her family told her that her mother had left. The news came so suddenly that she was caught off guard. Indeed, life is fragile and will pass away inadvertently.

The carriage was quiet, but her crying was particularly harsh. We don't know how to comfort her. We just heard that when she wanted to book a ticket from Xinjiang to her hometown, someone gave her advice on taking the bus, and someone gave her information on the remaining tickets. Although we did very little, there is no doubt that we gave my aunt a glimmer of light and warmed her broken heart at the most helpless moment.