The sunshine in my heart

I have a long journey, I interpret my life as a lonely wandering, and I stand by the road leading to my dreams. I don’t want to stop, I look forward to a vigorous, unparalleled world, until exhausted, suddenly look back, shocked I feel that there is more than a residual incense alongside the original road...

Perhaps it was soaked in the sea for too long, and some were swollen. I was wearing a star and wearing a moon, and my face always couldn’t be "tired".

Turn on the lights and a cup of steaming tea on the desk adorns the little room with extra warmth. I am not surprised, at all, milk tea will appear there on time at this time of the day, rain or shine. What's more, I am worried about another thing at this time.

Once, I was able to write like a cloud and open the book. But nowadays, a little "Mother Love" has made my thoughts stagnant, and my heart has inexplicably produced a terrible blank.

"Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, no." "Isn't she doing enough for you?" "No, no." "So why do you not express maternal love?..."

I kept asking myself, and I ended up with pain and no answer. In the beckoning room, I met milk tea, a fragrant milk tea, a neck, milk tea poured into the belly, a warm current immediately rises from the bottom, I trembled, sweeping all the troubles, thrown away in the clouds. Mother knows everything I need.

Gently, I heard the door opened, and when I turned back, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of the smell of sunlight. It seems that in this space of less than ten square meters, a small sun is raised. My mother saw me holding an empty cup and staring at her in a stare manner. Her face immediately smiled. It was a smile that only rippled on the mother's face, which made people irresistible. I nodded gently and "hmm" and looked at my mother and turned to go out.

At the moment she went out, I suddenly flashed a flash: Is this the mother's love? But people say that maternal love is great, how can it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased the room and wanted to find the answer. However, when I saw my mother, I stopped. My mother asked, "Is there a cup?" I laughed and finally realized that the greatness of maternal love lies in its Ordinary, so the little sun rose again in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish the flowers and plants, the thick love of ordinary milk tea. In this way, I understand that if I love my mother, what I can do is to cherish it.

A fine product, the cup of thick milk tea is really warm...

The second day: my broken heart