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The younger brother who worked in a foreign land did not call back to his hometown for several weeks. Anxious sixty old mother sleepless nights, worry. On the phone, my mother’s Talking made me sad. Calling my brother’s cell phone, it was always turned off, and I was worried to follow him. In addition to comfort, there is no better way. Considering that my brother has been away for many years, he should be fine. But my mother was too worried to sleep all night, comforting her that she was so pale at this time. In a foreign land, I could only comfort and persuade again and again through the long telephone line. I am really afraid that she will hurt her body due to excessive missing. In a foreign land, no matter how hard you work or how tired your life is, you should also remember your relatives in the distance. Even if you have encountered disappointments, or occasionally encounter small troubles, you can’t forget the light that you are waiting for in the distance. Looking back at my mother’s most difficult life, her eyes were always filled with tears. The early death of my father made my mother grow up the young us alone for decades, and suffered a lot of sufferings that ordinary people could hardly imagine. When the children are grown up, they still have to worry about their stubborn son. It was said that my daughter was my mother’s sweet little cotton-padded jacket. When the bitter wind and rain came, my former little cotton-padded jacket was always busy with my own family. I left my mother alone to guard the lonely old house, looking forward to it. In a trance, it seems to go back to childhood. It was my mother who fell down in the ups and downs and shed tears in the wind and rain several times. With her warm arms and weak arms, she gave us endless love and invisible power. She is also a mother. With her strength and confidence, she will hold up a sunny day for us. When we grew up day by day in the hurried steps and the fleeting time, while our mother gradually grew old. The stumbling steps and the no longer bright eyes all became unspeakable pain in my heart. Every time when I went home, I saw her growing gray hair and no longer straight waist. In addition to pain, I felt deeply guilty in my heart. I really don’t know what else can be done to stretch my mother’s frown and remove her deep depression. My mother’s exhaustion is like stones pressing on my heart. I once prayed that the wind in the world could be lighter and lighter when passing through my mother. I also wish that the dusty rain can be smaller and smaller when passing by my mother. I really want to let my mother who has gone through hardships have a rest. However, my mother is really tired. Decades of time, trials and hardships. In front of the ill-fated fate, she exhausted all of herself for the sake of her incomplete family and several young children. Now, sitting in the threshold of the twilight years, I am suffering my loneliness and listening to the emptiness in my heart. In the swirling autumn leaves, I picked up the memories of the remaining warmth. My mother always said: When I was young, I always looked forward to your growing up. When you grow up, there is always a heart that can’t be finished. Yes, when I was young, I didn’t expect much. When I grow up, I look like kites flying to the sky one by one, and I can’t pull them at all. Only leave the boundless care to my mother. The endless concern made her lost in it, and she could never find her former self. The old mother still remembered her son’s safety and worried about her daughter’s health. Her heart was full of Dangdang, except for her daughter’s parents, it was her son’s daily necessities. I often recall that when I was young, my unjustified rebellion often made my mother angry and cry. Looking back now, I really regret it. When I grew up, every time I traveled far away, the figure of my mother waving goodbye became the warmest scenery in my eyes. Every time I met briefly, I couldn’t eat enough coarse tea and light Rice of my mother, listened to the old songs of my mother, and never hated my mother’s charity face. The wisps of white hair, the lines of Zou Wen, accompanied by a sound of sigh, a sentence of melancholy, will make me tears. I want to pick up my mother’s hands full of calluses, sniff the fragrance of flowers on the branches in spring with her, listen to the cicadas in the shade of summer, look at the fiery maple leaves in the deep autumn forest, and look at the wonderful snow in the cold winter. But the reincarnation of Four Seasons cannot replace mother’s labor. Just after weeding the grass in the field, we have to apply fertilizer to the field. Her thin figure often goes shoulder to shoulder with crops and seedlings. Her split hands were connected to the hoe and scyck. I really want to let her stop her busy steps and put down the burden on her shoulder, Stretch the sore waist. I really want my tired mother to have a rest. But she always smiled: my child, I am not tired. In fact, it can not be tired. The deformed rough hands and the painful cervical spine and lumbar spine are all relentless gifts from the years. Mother, mother, when I think of your hard work, perseverance and tears of your daughter, they always fly like rain. I clearly remember that at the age of eleven, the 86-year-old grandma with little feet fell down accidentally and could no longer stand. My simple and kind parents stayed in front of the bed, served meals and tea, lifted them up and put them down, and served them day and night in turn. I have never heard a complaint for several months like a day. Every morning, mother changed her father whose eyes were bloodshot and sleepless all night, and continued to scrub and turn over for grandma. So that when Grandma was dying, she still remembered the filial piety of her son and wife. My parents’ filial piety to my grandmother has been deeply embedded in my heart. In the cycle of time, mother is also old. I will also show filial piety to her, just as she did to grandma in those years. When parents get old, can their footsteps and aging figures still touch the warmth in our hearts? When loneliness flows to them like a flood, will our hearts still feel pain? What parents care about is our safety. Will the health of parents also become our concern? I always remember that when I was young, if someone in the village was unfilial to his parents, there would always be someone pointing at his back. There will always be respected elders sighing: Parents’ Hearts are on children, and children’s hearts are on stones. In this word, there are accusations and exhortations. Blame those unfilial descendants. The Lamb knows how to kneeling and breast, but they are born, but they do not know their parents’ kindness. It is the people who exhorted that crows know how to feed back. As a person, they should know where they come from and treat their parents well. When our parents are old and their world is filled with loneliness, where will our hearts go? In their pure and clear eyes like children, can we understand those slight sighs and worries? When we stumbled through the immature steps of life, who encouraged us? When we fall to the bottom of our lives, who gives us the power to stand up again? How can we forget them in our rising wings and flying wings? Nowadays, when parents in their old age are entangled by loneliness, aging and illness, what do we, as children, give them? When our parents are old, do we remember what they looked like when they were young? The yellow scene froze their former appearance, but could not erase their gurgling love. When their dim old eyes mistakenly regard the bright morning glow in the sky as our smiling face. When their deaf ears mistakenly heard the chirping of birds in front of the window as our former frolic, we found that our parents were old. Gradually, their eyes stared at one place for a long time. Their chatter was also covered by more and more silence. Those who no longer love words often swallow the words that are close to their lips. Who else can I say so many words? To the wind listen? For rain listen? Listen to the wormwood on the corrugated wall of the old house? To mountain listen? Water supply listen? Or to the wandering cloud and moon? Children have gone far away, then miss it quietly! Only in missing can children get closer to themselves. When parents are old, they are lonely. Their loneliness reflects our loneliness. When parents are old, they are sad. Our sadness floats in their sadness. In the figure of parents, what we see is not only parents, but also tomorrow’s self. Is our happiness still permeated with our parents’ safety? In the happiness of parents, is our stability still planted? My parents used to be the sunny day in our hearts. Parents used to be the warm sun in our eyes. Their happiness and safety have always been closely related to us. Filial piety to parents is actually treating yourself well tomorrow. When we are old, will we still remember our former parents in the four Twilight. Maybe only by then, when we begin to warm ourselves with memories in loneliness and live with thoughts in sadness and coldness, can we truly realize the vastness and broadness of our father’s kindness. Whether it is a high-ranking official or a civilian cloth, if we can know it, will our old parents have a stable old age? Like (prose editor: indifferent) the snow in spring

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