Yesterday, on the ninth day of September, I couldn't help but think of my parents, so I had insomnia last night and didn't sleep all night. I'm not in a good mood until now. I know that it might be better to just say it or write it out.
My parents are gone. Who else in this world can love me and love me sincerely? No one can feel sorry for me like my parents, no one cares whether I am doing well, whether I am tired from work, whether I am fat or lose weight, or when I am cold or hungry, no one can tolerate my bad temper and my many shortcomings.
When I recall every bit of my life with my parents, I couldn't help but cry like rain, and I truly understood that "Parents are here, life still has a place to come. When parents go, life only has a way back." The meaning of this sentence.
Dear friends, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but the relatives are not waiting. Cherish the two people who gave birth to you and raised you! Cherish the present time and cherish everything you have. Even if parents are passers-by in our lives, we must know that parents are the Buddhas who come to save us!