North Sea at sunset

Time, with a trace of beauty that does not take the photo; the flow of years, but separated me from my love. --Inscription

I walked alone on the small road in Beihai Park. I just passed the Yuexin Temple and I was a little heavy in my mood.

A picture that appeared many years ago in my mind.

Just a few years ago, my mom and dad were walking on this path as usual. Perhaps, no one has ever paid much attention to this path, so the pedestrians on the road are extremely rare.

This trail is the place where Mom and Dad met for the first time. At that time, it was the spring of March, "Linhua thanked Chunhong". The wicker swayed with the wind, but it kept their love. Soon, they knew each other, fell in love, and decided to join hands to the old. So, with me.

My arrival has added a lot of joy to them. We basically have to come here every night after dinner, talk about work, talk about the current trend of the topic. Originally, we were all at ease and lived a beautiful and calm life, but that evening, it was hard to smash this piece of calm.

On that day, we were talking about the singer I was most interested in. The sun in the sky slowly converges and gently looks at us who are full of happiness.

Unfortunately, it happened in an instant. Dad said that he felt his chest flustered. We were about to turn around and go home. Dad fell to somehow. My mother was shocked and immediately flew over and picked him up. Dad's hand struggled in the air a few times, seemingly trying to catch something, but he failed. His hands soon no longer trembled, and his eyes gradually disappeared from the past. Finally, regret it.

At this time, the sun seemed to laugh at me too, converging its last glimmer of light - it was dark.

Mom said that Dad went. Although I went to him, but, child, you want to be the mother's sun, ok? There is also a fascination in the cold tone. "Hmm," I replied.

Now, the miss becomes a nostalgia, but the North Sea in the sunset is still so beautiful, desirable, hehe!

The scenery is old, the things are human, and only one person is left, and the sadness is added.

The third middle school of Shangqiu City, Shangqiuliang Park, Henan, China