My life journey for me is that the mother is lit dawn, open for me a man's life's journey, glad and a the cycle of life is she let me become a real have life. From the psychological grateful she makes me body flow is her blood, wear from that she gave me everything, inherited her plain and simple character. I'm not was born in scholarly family also is not the house of businessmen, in the ordinary only 3 home, but she used only culture taught me, writing her to my language and the text to me is this some kind and tolerance. She is very modest person is kind of, in memory of her diligence, dragging old body with cheap labor exchange for my book tuition, HuaJiaZhiNian still hard work for me to go to school to study the pay of the unusual hard, but I have negative dull qualification to her expectations.
She silently pays the everything, but time but let her old go to...... Clear yesterday was still young she can now see more wrinkles and white hair is, and the more emaciated body thin like a piece of paper. I also can not like the lamb in the same wherever the love from her, but let the beautiful bud blossoms conceived her body leave traces of forever, Thanksgiving in life reproduction to get lost in the beauty of the move. Every mother should be plain and great.
Mother deep lock sag eyebrow reveal a warm and kindly eyes of quivered I touch and a little lonely sad, and made me feel a little sorry for her, but she was sad middle-waisted years people near evening, shake the power of the time changed all of this, owe student days to her bad character of pain, a lot of not mature and led her to my anxieties. Remember that a pain memories, unchangeable the shadow of my heart. A wretched past events, even now like to also jittery, regret was wrong two companions to bring me into the damage. Because a small misunderstanding and cause of the conflict, and swing a sword in near my body, remember I head injury wrapped in a trip all in bed......
Mother is the quietly on the bed stand by my all night, and ChuangRan afraid of losing something between, she also did not regard the moment of sleep. The red eyes gaunt dull to look at me, look in writing my difficult already read the content. She was looking at me that look for can't forget me, that kind of look in the eyes is a boat cry in a woman sorrow. At noon I was eager to eat a BingGunEr, but dare not move your mouth, the double jaw face is hurt and it is so painful that really really want to ice cream sweet juice worked in my throat. Mother to meet my begged or buy a cake of, she slowly is tore open a cut, the time mother a small action, but her mother as the most original love never end at the moment, with her hand, hold the cold ice cream cover in the chest, little the temperature of the heart melts the cold, in a little a bit slowly feed them back to me to eat ravine. Every time I see the appearance of smoking every time she careful action, like mother feeding back using the appearance of feeding chicks. Also ignore other people see her very silly action. She still looked at me, absorbed in watching wade in her side of the people, and now, silent-audio. Her tired eyes take in the mercy sorrow, deep in eyebrow and head, head of white hair will emerge in front of me moved, thinking. Weathered hand stroking my face, so thoughtful action immediately let my blood was never had the warm is full whole body, this points moved tell me: I in her position in the heart is so important. Casual reveal feelings low thousands of words, my heart surging up. Fierce rise, already was devastated, why let her like that of these life so? My heart at this moment, suddenly freezes, time stagnation, swallow juice in the throat is spinning. Gorky said that everything in the world all glory and pride from the mother, but I bring her is sad mark. I had to buried in a movie plot of earthquake in deep feelings mother feel small, I didn't even do what let her have already balm things. Her look in the eyes let rim of regret not since the tears or, in mind at this moment, but moved contains ten thousand kinds of QingSu, love melt, heart to be shocked, dream to awaken, should not let her sad and gaunt, since the time of pain and regret later I gradually mature......
After wet behind, almost a year of the Spring Festival of the days and she stayed together, because have migrated busy work in private companies. So the curl smoke became her home to me the anticipation, the white clouds were to become in the distance I miss. Sometimes play a phone call, always ask: "where are you? What time to prepare to go home? You are to do what? Certain be good friends with good......" . Her stubborn and stubborn always twinkle in her eyes that the gritty, also be not willing to leave singer treadle hand work, this has become a part of her life. The sitting room in the afternoon free back out some clothes, although she is wearing a relaxing this needle also want to touch its smoke half a day. Although slow, but she looks at the serious, mending a very carefully. The loving mother hand line, on Chinese clothing, these about her since childhood memory I have so far with vivid. Whenever the company meeting the chorus song "grateful heart" I will emerge in the mind of her presence, a kind of fine Rong kind old man. The body hair skin by the parent, as the son of man will have don't care for?
Mother has a good voice, most of the Tibetan skills. Then her eyes should write joy, be permeated with the joy of happiness, how many times have I daydream, once the young mother in that piece of green grassland, in a blue sky white cloud of ubisoft's li, the ranch on the shaking of the flock waved the animal husbandry rang her song a whip. I didn't see her as a moonlight the look in the eyes of the gentle, flows the bright and pure beauty of vision. The mou son was shaking a season move youth, draw the outline of a man's life line, crescent son of bending under the eyes of the intense eyebrow is, MuGuangRuJu. That piece of smiling face like the spring sun, telling her joy melt in the snow mountain is the mountain of, time flies, as time passes by, don't know whether she seemed to remember that.
Mother is a pious buddhist person, she put the prayer into her beliefs, a kind of comfort, a place, a kind of spiritual pursuit. Consistently observing the passions, and hold the share of the persistence and inflexible. Whenever I'm going to go out when she always with a long I go to temple incense worshipping Buddha seek peace, send me a string of beads to I often chant. Bow down to see her in front of the silent wish the appearance of compassion devout, her share of the sincere let my heart moving. Her eyes were always imagine the best blessing, and miscellaneous brunet melancholy quality, experienced in the past when the ups and downs of the later, her heart was how will the hope? Soul have ask how to home? Perhaps only she can see. Look back through all the years of his, see have been side with my she has the sunset at dusk, ruthless years! Let me lost more disconsolate, dim and heartache, every can let her better through all the years, but now I can only miss have more her day. Miss farewell, she looked at me far refused to leave the eyes. Once the bird LianJiu Lin, ChiYu think; therefore, abyss. Whenever in the foreign alone always miss and heart to the ownership of the those sweet earth, miss have childhood the homeland of the pure dream, miss villages in which familiar home. In time to go home after studying carefully mother's appearance, find her hair is turning gray sick and few, back some camel, with the two sides had canthus rampant wrinkles, sunburnt face a pair of and hearty eyes still amiable fellow, pick up the look in her past has submerged in the youth...... See come out after such of look in the eyes, still looking forward to happiness, a kind of simple happiness. In the rays of the setting sun, the family is gathered around a table at dinner simple happiness. Plain simple and warm days, perhaps every mother has like that kind of happiness. As always in the days of the separation less bumpy, meet the dull became one of life's luxury.
ChuanDuanKangCheng said people is to continue to disappear in the past time, everyone will alternate years old, will refuse to wrinkles, refused to white hair, when you think about the future old body is the tunes, buckle ask soul will eventually leave some deep out? Life is like a river, we just a fish in the river, no matter how to go back, it is vain. When life exists turns into nothing all feelings slowly release however, in fact, life in the open and close their eyes wander between. Everyone should have a good feeling all life keep good filial piety, the mother's family, the true feelings, brought up together to be eternal, then can let all become more meaningful existence.
