Grow in warmth

When I was young, my mother's nursery rhyme accompanied me to sleep: I remember clearly that the deep and warm "only the mother is good in the world", the years are not forgiving, fleeting, and the fingers will pass. The years have made me a lot deeper: I am no longer the one who is learning the language, the children who are full of steps! Yes! Everything in the world will change with each passing day. Only - the warmth of growth

All the time, to my growth, it is the same.

"More clothes, cold outside, grow up, don't worry about it all day!" Mom was combing her soft long hair, the window opened a crack, the cold wind rushed in, and at the same time blown that Mottled, tattered window. Gently hold up my mother's long hair, the small earlobe is reflected in my eyes, the old-fashioned, thin face, less the unrestrained when young. So heavy! So solemn! She gently picked up the bangs from the forehead. The simple movement made me tearful, and a layer of mist filled my eyes. Like a dream, I muttered in my heart the strange and familiar words of "mother", deeply suppressing myself. That emotion. Hard to force the tears back.

How many years of hard work – indeed, no return – silent dedication – even if ignored, it doesn’t matter, is it?

I smiled coldly, is a warmth really important? I am bored every day, hehe! The crowded corner of the big street is very dazzling, like the invisible power pulling me up to the end! I hold my mother's hand, it is warm, like her warm personality, exactly the same. I couldn't take care of that much, and took her hand and ran straight into the corner. She glanced and followed her back and followed. At the moment, I am happy, I am enjoying the nourishment of love, but - at this moment I am so impetuous. Cheering for the novelty. Because, I haven't seen it yet.

I raised my head and looked at the dense crowd, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. I thought about it - I opened my mother's hand and seemed to have an eager and sad look shot naked. I didn't pay much attention because there was something I care about. I drilled hard, and with a small body, it was a bit difficult but more relaxed. I saw that an old woman was curling up in the corner, and two bamboo-like hands clasped her body tightly. Tattered clothes wrapped around her thin body, long clothes dragged on the dirty street, all ugly black and gray spots, bit by bit, a few pieces of crumpled cabbage leaves next to others, it seems that she It seems even more insignificant! Looking up, a pale silver wire was tied with a black lacquered rope, loose and slack, as if it would be scattered at any time. The wrinkled face, the wooden eyes, looked at the distance, with a hint of hope, a cracked purple mouth, a pale weather-stained face, her fuzzy outline, looming. Is it tears? My heart was tightened tightly, and the internal organs seemed to be hollowed out. Only the sadness kept flowing through the body and deeply infected me!

Surrounded by heavy encirclement, my mother’s eyes were still staring at me like that. I rushed past and hurriedly hugged my mother’s large body. Tears are not stopped, such as trickling.

Love, unrestricted love, regardless of poverty, wealth, maybe, the experience of life - will let you know the warmth of growth!

First day: Yu Dan