[Text] Li Xiaopeng
It's rainy day again.
did not receive the interview results for the new job, so I held an umbrella and prepared to move to the rental house. The shoes were filled with water, making a sound of silence, accompanied by the sound of dragging the suitcase and the sound of rain hitting the umbrella. A hint of chill surged upwards, and I couldn't help but chill a few times.
Turning around the corner, I saw an sycamore tree . Its canopy was cut in half, and its smooth cross-section told the speechless pain. There are many fallen leaves under the tree, tightly pressing against the ground, like a homeless homeless man, looking very embarrassed.
I touched the bark, and the rough texture reminded me of my mother's palm. Every time my emotions poured into heavy rain, she would touch my head and back with her hands, and the hard calluses left waves of tenderness on my body.
There is also a sycamore tree in my yard. When I was a child, whenever I was playing and forgot to go home for dinner, my father would prepare a meal of "fried bamboo shoots" for me under the tree. At this time, my mother always came to me and said good things, patting my back gently and stroking the bruises. "Don't talk back to your dad, behave well. It's like this tree. No matter how you say it doesn't retaliate, will you beat it?" I looked at the sycamore tree, which stood quietly, like a huge shadow. No matter how wind and rain bully it, no matter how people climb and break it, the tree is silent. Mother said that sometimes silence and tolerance are a kind of wisdom.
When I was in middle school, I once had an award-winning evaluation that I valued very much, and I lost the election. It was raining lightly that day, I didn’t bring an umbrella, and I didn’t go home after school, but walked aimlessly on the road. After my hair and shoes got soaked, my mother finally found me. She didn't say anything, and took me home, took out the dish that was kept in the pot, and said, "Eat." I couldn't eat, and said, "I don't want to go to school anymore." "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Early the next morning, she woke me up and handed me a broom, "Help me sweep the fallen leaves together." The leaves of sycamore are numerous and dense. After a night of wind and rain, they have already fallen into the yard. Because of the water, the leaves were tightly pressed on the ground, and it was very difficult to sweep them. In less than a quarter of an hour, I was already sweating profusely. When all the fallen leaves were swept away, my breathing sound could no longer be hidden. My mother smiled and said, "Every time it rains, many leaves will fall off this tree, so I have to clean it.
I don't want to sweep it either. You have experienced how tired it is just now. But if I don't sweep it, it will continue to rot after the fallen leaves are piled up for a few layers, and it will be even more difficult to sweep it." She touched my head, "In fact, difficulties and bumps are always there, and it will not disappear if you escape. I don't ask you to be a warrior and be able to break the south wall, but I hope you won't escape, disappointed, sad, and annoyed. I can't be too annoyed, I must be able to accept it and deal with it. Look, the leaf falls in the yard. Unless you don't want this home, you will never be able to escape it. It's better to sweep slowly. No matter how tight the leaves are, they will eventually be swept away." As I spoke, there were a few fallen leaves on the ground. She looked at me and said, "You go and sweep it away."
When sweeping the fallen leaves, it seemed as if I had swept away the fallen leaves in my heart. Looking at the yard that became tidy again, I felt joy. That semester, I studied hard and finally received commendation in the final evaluation. When I got home, I saw the sycamore tree at first sight. It was standing quietly, while leaves were lying quietly on the ground. When my mother saw the certificate in my hand, she smiled and said, "Help me sweep the fallen leaves together."
When I grew up, I went to the distance and went home less and less. Every time, my mother would sweep the leaves in advance and then sit under the tree and look forward to my return. But when my holiday was about to end, she muttered again: "The child is a guest when he grows up. You can set off earlier and don't delay your work." She stood under the sycamore tree, and was gently blown by the autumn wind with the tree. This is my deepest longing for my hometown.
Now, standing in the rain, looking at the sycamore tree in front of you, destroyed by the wind and rain, but silent. I looked at the fallen leaves under my feet and pressed tightly on the ground. "Sweep slowly, no matter how tight the leaves are, they will eventually be swept away." My mother's words echoed in her ears again. Tomorrow, try a new interview! I picked up a fallen leaf and dragged my suitcase, but my steps became lighter.
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