thanksgiving

Miss

The night gradually descended on the earth, and a hint of light appeared in a darkness. I miss you at that time and miss the silent love.

When I was young, the biggest drawback was nothing more than playfulness. When I lost my hand, my pants were scratched. When I got home, my heart was very frustrated, and I threw my trousers on the bed. At this moment, you were aware of it. When I was eating, I didn’t say anything, I kept looking at your expression, because I was afraid of your scolding, I Stayed in bed very early.

Time has arrived, but it has left in a hurry. At about 11:30 in the evening, the surrounding area is already silent. There is a quiet insomnia in the sky above the village. There is a house. At the moment, there was a faint light.

I just got up and drank water, but I found a light that attracted me and prompted me to move forward. I licked my sleepy eyes, gently opened the door and found you under the light, the white strips revealed. There is a silvery white hair in the middle, suggesting that the philosophies of the years are not forgiving, the thick and hard scorpion in the hand, the corners of the eyes that have been washed away by the years, are forced to admit that old The reality. Under the dim light, you raise the white line in your hand, try to insert the hole that is as thin as a thread, you blink, your hands seem to be shaking, and finally, finally successfully penetrate into the pinhole, you will wear that broken pants Lying flat on your feet, picking up the needlework, carefully stitching it up, you lift the shiny needle and put it into the fabric, the skilled movements, the tired eyes, will dry up instantly The mind is moisturized, no longer cold and bitter everywhere, but warm and comfortable because of this silent love. I suddenly felt that my nose was sore, my throat had a feeling of being blocked, my tears were in my eyes, and I didn’t want to shed the sincere tears.

Gradually, the lights disappeared into the darkness.

I miss you in the dim light, miss the love that can't be said in words, miss the meticulous movements, and miss you at the time of sewing - my mother

First day: the first eight classes Lu Yunhuan