Hope back

Hope back

"哎" This is the fourth week for my mother to go back to her hometown. In the face of the dirty tableware that Dad has piled up in the kitchen, I made a long sigh in my heart.

After picking up a basin of warm water, I carefully washed each bowl and each pair of chopsticks, but the picture of the mother's dishwashing on the weekdays emerged.

A pair of white but some old hands, in the basin to pull out the white spray, the mother has a certain regularity in washing the dishes, she will first all the bowls, with detergent to foam, remove the oil, and then Change a bowl of clean water, then wash all the bowls and chopsticks, and rinse off the detergent. In the process, sometimes a few hair strands are scattered and naughty, when the mother will play with the wrist.

Putting on the tableware, I stretched out a big lazy waist and touched my hair. Some oil, I burned some hot water to wash my hair.

Once upon a time, when my mother was at home, I didn't have to prepare hot water myself. Just shouted "Mom, I want to wash my hair." My mother will take the initiative to burn hot water for me, and help me prepare shampoo, towels, etc. .

The gentle water lingers down the hair, and the soft hair looks like water grass in the water. Put the shampoo in your hand, licking the hair, the white foam falling into the water, like a blossoming white lotus blooming in the water.

Mother's hand is always very soft, not very long nails gently smashing on the scalp, giving me a special comfort. The red water scoop slowly picked up a scoop of warm water and slowly sprayed the foam into the pot on the back neck.

The ear is the roar of the hair dryer, but the mind is always the figure of the mother of the past, some miss, some helpless, some expectation.

Mother, I miss you, come back soon!

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