Twilight waiting

The sunset passed away with the breeze, and I rode eastward. Looking at the back of the light slowly falling from the body, my heart is a bit bleak. The light in the dim is as strong as iron, and the heart has a feeling of being burned. Dusk is the switchover of the day and night, and the evening is the alternation of the crescent. The darkness is gradually covering everything, the mountains in the distance, the water in the vicinity, the heart of the sky. The lights of every household have already shined in the twilight, and that expectation is gradually sublimating.

My mother always likes to watch my presence in the twilight, no matter what kind of wind and rain. She said that she is very happy, because she can feel the light reflected in the horizon of the dusk, is illuminating the hope in her heart. I know that she is not happy because I know that her injured leg is difficult to support her against the biting wind and the cold rain. So every time I saw the sloping back of my home downstairs or the head of my home window with a few silver hairs, my heart would be uncomfortable.

I once persuaded her to let her not wait for me in the downstairs. She said that it has become a habit. She will be nervous when she sees the sun setting. No way, I only rushed home when I was out of school, to minimize the time my mother was shivering in the cold wind.

At school, I am almost a forgotten person. No one will worry about me, and no one will be happy because of my appearance. Only the mother, seeing me come back safely, standing on the ground with my feet securely, holding the handlebars firmly in both hands, she will feel happy from the heart, and at that moment I also have a kind of unsatisfied satisfaction, perhaps filling Flattening the mother's expectations, or perhaps opening up their own happiness. My mother will take my heavy bag and accompany me to the carport to put the car. I will also ask me about the school on the road. The mood in the evening is very suitable for people who have deep feelings to walk together because they face the dark together. When you are in trouble, you can understand what love is. It’s just that the mother’s messy footsteps are not commensurate with this beautiful mood. Perhaps the bag is too heavy, the mother is shaking a little, the blue veins on the hands are clearly visible, the teeth are slightly biting on the lips, and the white method is swaying in front of the forehead. This vast night looks out of place. How many times I want to take this heavy bag from my mother, but my mother refused, and took the initiative to open the topic and talk about today's weather or news to cover up her heavy. Putting the car on, I took the bag from my mother and went to the mess room to get the newspaper today and go home with my mother. My family lives on the 3rd floor. It is a trivial matter for me, but it is not so easy for my mother. She has to put her right foot on the steps first, then pull the armrests hard and then move the injured right leg up. Every time I see this, my heart is very upset.

The mother said that she is very happy, can see the beauty of the sunset every day, I said that I am very happy, can shoulder such heavy expectations.

Until one day my mother didn't pick me upstairs because of illness, I felt that there was no beauty in the evening when I stood in the cold wind. Then I realized that my mother was the most beautiful scenery.

Second day: cs legend