Return

I have been working outside for 12 years, and I have also been a wanderer for 12 years. My mother and I are far away from each other. Naturally, we are far away from each other. Only when I come back can we get together. Looking back at the beginning, once I disclosed my return date to my mother, my mother always tried every means to ask me about my detailed return situation, as if she was afraid that she would miss these questions she should have asked after I got home. Twelve years ago, I signed a contract to teach in a remote county near Guizhou. I opened more than two hundred kilometers with my mother in my hometown. The night before leaving home, my mother packed the cotton tyre that bed made specially for me for me. After finishing the knot neatly, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said that I was unfamiliar with my life, all depends on my own efforts. I will go back to my hometown after long and small holidays and winter vacation. The National Day holiday was coming soon. I heard that a wireless phone was installed in the canteen in the village. I hung up a phone for the shopkeeper and agreed to make a phone call with my mother at 9 o’clock in the evening. When talking, my mother couldn’t bear the excitement and said happily to others that her son would be home in two days! When I hurried back to the county, it was already dark. I received a call from my mother from the village canteen to my mobile phone. My mother said a lot, even the neighbor’s Buffalo fell down the mountain with me. After dinner, I asked my mother why she thought of calling my phone and saying so many words. Mother said: you took a passing car for a whole day, in case you fell asleep and missed the intersection of the town and forgot to get off. You have already asked your eldest brother to wait for you in the town by motorcycle. I felt extremely ashamed at once, and forgive me for calling myself a man. In my mother’s eyes, I was the son who never grew up in her heart. She was full of expectation for my return date, but at the same time she endured the suffering of worrying about the safety of my return. People say erhangqianli mother worries, I said back Baili homalium hainanense sorrow. But mother’s sorrow permeated with the pleasure of our reunion. I think, deep in my mother’s heart, this pleasure became the spiritual support point of my journey back. Eight years later, I quit my job and went to the provincial capital for further study for three years. My mother came to that remote small county to take care of my children. My main journey back in the past three years is always divided into two sections: first, I took a three-hour train; Then I took a four-hour bus. My mother hasn’t seen a real train so far. The first time she heard that I was taking a train, she asked me doubtfully whether it was safe to take a train, I replied vividly as much as possible that the real train was like a big box connected one by one. There were countless iron wheels under the box, and the iron wheels were running like a long ladder tightly, they always run regularly without falling down. My mother’s Hanging Heart was finally relieved. I finally understood that I didn’t do well in taking the train and didn’t communicate well with my mother before taking the train, at least I didn’t make it clear that the train was a very safe, efficient and convenient means of transportation, which made my mother bear the worries I shouldn’t have had on the way back. Two years ago, I went back to work in the city. The distance between me and my mother was far or near, and the transportation was certainly more convenient. However, due to my job responsibilities and the restriction of my small family in the county, I couldn’t go home conveniently, I can only go back to my hometown during the holidays. My mother was obviously less enthusiastic about my return ten years ago. Even if I clearly stated the specific date of my return home, I could not feel the excitement of my mother in the early years, instead, she replied briefly, for example, oh, it’s good to go home, then I soak soybean and cook tofu at night. My mother has passed the year of flower armour, and I have passed the year of standing. Her main range of activities for sixty years is no more than a few kilometers. Mother took the tile house of her hometown as Dot and the farthest dry land as radius, which seemed to delimit an invisible life circle for herself. Now, every time I return, it has become a precious thing in the river of my life. Whenever the car drove into the crossroad of the town and rushed to the hometown village where my mother lived for a long time, my thoughts always surged. The mountains, mountains, rivers and rivers have left the shadow of mother’s hard work. Her waist has been bent into a bow, and she has refined it into a perseverance strength through hard work, shoot me to the city. The closer I got to the village, the more timid I was. I was really afraid that the ruthless years would dye my mother’s hair white. However, I still look forward to the arrival of the return date, because the return date is always fixed, which is the most tacit agreement between me and my mother. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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