I have a half-brother, once I asked him if you want to grow taller, he said he didn’t want me to ask why he said that my father would die when I grow taller, I admire you very much, I didn’t You think so much, dad, I’m sorry. Once our family drove out, we lost our way in the middle of the night. Lot was deserted and there was no street light. My dad was a little anxious. My mother was very calm. Fortunately, we finally found a way home. Later, my mother told me that she was not worried at all that night, because the three of us were together, so what was there to worry about.
We are all together, what are we afraid of. As long as it is together, I left home for the first time after graduation. Once I haven't called home for a long time, and then my mother called me. She said that your dad had a dream last night. He woke me up in the middle of the night and said something to me. I dreamed that my daughter said he wanted to eat KFC. My eyes were wet at the time. Later, when I think of it, my heart is no matter how old I am. My parents are still children in their hearts. There was a fake return home. I heard my mom and neighbors buying vegetables and chatting around the corner downstairs. I walked over in no hurry, nor in a hurry, so I let them talk,
I waited for them to finish talking before going over, the neighbor asked my mother: You have retired now, what are you doing at home every day, my mother said: Sitting at home thinking about my daughter, and then I can’t do it, when I was young Dad likes to ask me to buy groceries with him, and when I meet someone who sells fruit, I just ask for it. He likes to buy food for me, he always gives me his little finger. Once when I went home, he asked me to go shopping with him. I walked behind him and saw his little finger cocked, just like I was holding it when I was a child. I really couldn’t help it. How many times can we see our parents in our lives? After school when I was young, I was so hungry that I hurried to the house. Deep in the city lights, I knew that my mother would prepare a table of hot and delicious meals waiting for me.
At this time, I can see my parents every day; in the third year of high school, I started to live on campus to study, and for the heavy workload of the college entrance examination, I went home once a week. At this time, I can only see my parents every Sunday; when I was in college, I took my suitcase and went to the capital city, and went home twice in half a year. At this time, I can see my parents 4 times a year. Now I am working, in a more distant place, looking up at the direction of the sunset, going home is just an extremely tempting luxury. It is not easy to go home twice a year, and usually only once. At this time, I can see my mother once a year.
Calculating, my mother is now in her fifties. If she can live to be 100 years old, we promise to go back once a year. How many times can we see? If something is delayed, and I only go back once in two years or longer, I have the final say, I can only see my mother less than forty times. If I count one day at a time, I only have a little more than a month, staying by my mother’s side, stroking her tarnished skin because of me, and calling her mother; but I don’t have any time to eat the food that my father cooks, listen. He nags harshly and warmly.
