Chaohua evening

Open the closed-time photo album, and let my thoughts flow. I finally understand that the most fading is the childhood. --Inscription

The photo album was lightly opened, and the memories that had been dusty for a long time were opened. The yellowed photos seemed to describe a good memory. The fingers swam between the photos without leaving traces, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of the mouth. When the eyes are fixed in one of the photos, the corners of the mouth are more curved and appear so dazzling in the sun.

It was an extremely ordinary photo. In the photo, a woman holding a fat doll, her eyes full of pets, I saw it, it is the mother's unique love and gaze. Sitting next to a man who is full of happiness is smiling and watching the mother and son, the smile is full of unspeakable love. The warm morning light gently slanted on this family of three, making this scene even more welcoming. It is the love and warmth that is revealed in this photo that makes this unremarkable photo seem to be a golden light, so great and dazzling. This photo is a photo of my childhood and my parents. It turns out that Mom and Dad are really beautiful when they are young! I can't help but sigh. Just, the years are ruthless. For more than a decade, my parents have been running around for me. The youth of the past has long ceased to exist. Instead, the face has been engraved with many hard stripes of "life".

In the past, my parents cared about my shots in the mind like a slide show. Those words that I used to feel embarrassed now are so warm. Although it is already early winter, the weather is slightly cold, but my body seems to be flowing with a huge warm current, warming my whole body and infiltrating my heart.

I continued to flip through the thick photo album, and all the moments I grew up were all in front of me. Mom and Dad have left a lot of marks for each stage of my growth. At this time, I am also able to appreciate their good intentions.

A process from silkworm to butterfly, a miracle that grows into a big tree from a bud. All of this is a gift from Mom and Dad, and it is their spur to make my growth path become radiant and different.

As time goes by, we lose too much, but we can save too little...·····

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