? Maybe I was too anxious to wait, or maybe there was a lack of audience on weekdays. The old man and I chatted and talked, and the topic never left our daughter. My daughter likes to eat fried yellow, steamed "swallows" and cold mixed mung bean sprouts, and her daughter is particularly excellent. She is a doctoral student ... listening to the old man's intermittent words, my nose is sour and tears are coming down. This is a lonely old man. The old man felt that he was in his twilight years, running out of oil and food and running out of time. She said that the owner of the new grave opposite was chatting with himself on the kang a few days ago, and now the flag in front of the grave is flying. I wonder if the people in front of the grave can see the fancy dining table, the fruits of the four seasons and the colorful flowers in front of them. She just lit some incense at the grave, so I don't know. Under the cypress tree behind her, her wife of many years has been buried underground alone, and it is time to accompany her, as well as the sisters who grew up with her. Almost all of them are gone. The smell of fireworks in this world is too strong, year after year, year after year. The Tomb-Sweeping Day, the miss in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the pain in Tomb-Sweeping Day and the tears in Tomb-Sweeping Day all flowed in the years when her mother and her mouth left. If you go down early, you may see her mother again. I don't think you may see her again. Her mother is very kind. She is over 80 years old. Her mother should have been reborn a long time ago! Looking at the old man's trance expression, I was silent. I don't know how many thoughts, expectations and concerns she has in mind. I can only silently pray that her daughter will come early and bring a psychological comfort to the elderly!
? A mother always has her own child in her heart, so does she, and so does my mother? At six o'clock in the morning, before I woke up, my mother called and asked me if I would go home to work today. Is it convenient to go? Through the phone, I can vaguely smell my parents complaining about the Qingming holiday on the other end of the phone. Qingming is such a big holiday, but after Qingming, my daughter went back to her mother's house. People who have a holiday really don't grow up! While listening to me, he quickly said, "Go back, for sure!" Get my answer, and my mother will answer at once. Then you can sleep for a while, and I'll steam a bowl for you and make some Lamian Noodles? Don't you like Lamian Noodles? Then hang up! Putting down my mother's phone, I almost jumped out of bed and went home to eat my mother's cooking. Every time I go home, no matter how late, I always go back with an empty stomach. My mother had guessed my habit and began to say, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, you must be hungry!" " "I always say," of course! I hardly ate anything yesterday! " The voice did not fall, but it was an endless rebuke: "You said you were too lazy! Starve you to death! Go home and put it in the refrigerator for a while, so you don't have to do it. "I lose weight at home, afraid of being fat. Look how well your daughter keeps her figure, thanks to my laziness! I didn't forget to pose when I wolfed down my meal. Every time my mother sees me like that, she will glance at me and say, "when will you grow up?" "!
? Mom, my daughter is twenty years old, and I haven't grown up yet! I always retort loudly. Daughter, when I think of my daughter and son, my heart suddenly softens. As a mother, as long as my children come back, I will start planning what to eat with my husband two days in advance. Where to play? The two people who usually make do with food immediately became nutrition experts and first-class chefs. How to match dishes? What has high nutritional value? What fruit should I eat this season? Children's quilts and sheets are busy again. When they got home, they couldn't wait to change their tricks and let them all eat their own dishes. Although sometimes children will say that they have eaten out, they will also be advised to eat more until they see that others are impatient. When children are at home, there are more laughter and laughter at home, and all the center of gravity revolves around them. My husband and I are almost in competition. I hope someone can show more love to their children. When the holidays are over and the children go back to school, the home will become empty and even the voice will almost disappear. Without the same topic, my husband and I turned to our busy jobs!
? I care about my children and my dear mother very much. I always wanted to go home and enjoy my mother's care. It never occurred to me that it was my turn to take care of my mother when she was old. As long as I have nothing to do, I will definitely not go home to see my parents. Anyway, I know my parents must understand that I am always busy, busy with work, busy with housework, busy with all the things I think are very important. Now I ask myself, I am not the "prime minister", so there are so many things. Even I believe those high-sounding reasons, not to mention my parents! Hey! Probably, where is love? There's the heart! People will get there!
? In the face of the old man's rickety figure, vicissitudes of life face and eager eyes, my heart is shaking and the old man is still mumbling. I took out my mobile phone and looked at my watch. It's already past three in the afternoon. I don't know when the old man's daughter will arrive or whether she will come today. I tried to call the old man's daughter, but the old man couldn't tell her phone number, so I had to give up. I was a little ashamed of that excellent daughter, when I dragged my feet every time I went home. I never thought that my mother heated the meal again and again, and I watched the door again and again.
? It is getting late. Looking at the steep mountain road, I wanted to help the old man down to the bottom of the slope, but the old man stubbornly refused to go down and insisted that he could go down. The old man repeatedly told me to drive slowly, as if telling my daughter. ...
The car started slowly and I didn't look back. I only feel that my chest is tight and my eyes are sore. I can't bear to see the lonely figure of the old man again, but the lonely look in the old man's eyes clearly flashes in the mirror.
? The bow on the mountain seems to be tighter. ...