Emotional debt

In this world, there is a debt that everyone owes and will never be clear.

There is no reason to question, you never even thought about going to pay your debts, and you are even more unscrupulous to ask for everything you need. And the creditor may not expect you to return. In this world, where can you find such a big bargain? However, the irony is that we have been in arrears, from the beginning to the present, until forever, there is no end, no end of the route. Of course, such a big and cheap price can only be given to us by our parents. And this debt is the love of the parents, the parents' dedication, the parents' efforts and everything.

Everything about us is given to us by our parents. From the days when we face the loess to the sky, from the hardships of ten years, from the life of eating and drinking, we are a little bit harsh. All this is only for us to be able to eat well and learn better.

You are sick, maybe just a light cough, but your parents are still detectively keenly discovered, and then you are going to see a doctor like a big enemy, and you may not appreciate it at this time: 'I don't want to go with'. Your inexplicable mood is not good, maybe it is just a micro expression, but your parents are careful to perceive, and ask you what you are worried about. It may be that you suddenly have an emotional episode or a faint sentence: "Whatever your business ". Have you ever thought about your parents? How cool is it, like a cold winter night, silent burning.

Time is cruel, it deprives the parents of youth, all the glory of the parents. When you are fiddling with your bangs, do you notice that your parents are white? Looking at my parents’ foreheads, looking at the back of the rain and frost, watching the white hair that has been difficult and hard, whether you were conquered by the love of your parents at that moment, and moved. In the face of that powerful force, I grew up a lot in an instant.

Don't dislike your parents, they are old. They are the same beautiful and handsome when they are young. They are getting ugly because of us, because they have given us the best of everything.

The years are witnesses.

The third day: a person lost memory