Children traveling

The car galloped on the street in winter, and the wheels made a stuffy sound under the feet. On the cold seat, the five-year-old son had already fallen asleep in the jolt. Seeing his innocent sleepiness was really enviable —— in his world, it was full of beauty and fantasy. All these need me to create for him. Without me, I can’t imagine what would happen? Mother is an indispensable word in human life. She bears responsibility and creates warmth. In the hearts of her children, she is the light in the dark night, illuminating the way forward; She is the umbrella in the wind and rain, holding up a blue sky; She is the nest for recuperating, it is a harbor to shelter from wind and waves —— with her, home is there; Wherever there is her, home is there. Maybe our mother is not beautiful in appearance, not tall in body, not knowledgeable and not agile in thinking; But she is the greatest and most beautiful person in the world. And all the earth mother, are reluctant to bear separation, hope children stay around, to old age, kids all around, in seventh heaven. But in order to make my children realize their dreams, my mother let them fly one by one and bear the loneliness and coldness alone, just like the dead trees in autumn, delivering the last trace of nutrients to the branches, leaves —— I am the first child that my mother released. It was 1998. At the age of 19, I walked into the factory with immature steps. In the beep of the factory machines, in the dusty environment, growing up step by step, —— but today, on December 10th, 2009, mother sent away her last child, her beloved only son, and went to the frontier to serve. At the age of 33, my mother had a son whom she had been longing for for for a long time. For the only man in this family, she devoted more efforts and gave more expectations. This time, her son was going on a long journey. There were too many concerns and thousands of advices, which were revealed in her eyes. Mother knew that his son’s future was more important. The sky was high and birds were allowed to fly. Let him fly and break in! Although she was worried, worried about his stumbling, worried about his immature wings —– his younger brother was born after 80 s, and because of his special status in the family, she often showed selfishness and indifference, but at that moment, I was surprised to find his metamorphosis. He hugged his mother with open arms, took out a tissue, gently wiped away tears for her —— people said: The man didn’t flick tears lightly, just because he didn’t find the sad place. At that moment, I saw tears surging in his eyes, full of love. At that moment, I found that he had grown up. Both mother and her children are not good at expressing emotions. The transmission of love between them is implicit, silent, without complaint or regret. The expression of love is hidden in one eye, a dumpling filled with leeks, a pile of dirty and old money ——- in the atmosphere of sending troops with loud drums and firecrackers, mother sent her son away. The train which went to the West quickly took away her beloved son and her care as well. Her heart followed the train to the distant frontier ——– Mother stood under the locust tree at the entrance of the village, the gray hair was messy in the wind, so pale Mulberry —– at that moment, an old man who was even more pale Mulberry turned trembling on his arms, standing beside his mother silently. That is my mother’s mother. A 70-year-old, kind and kind old man, she was guarding her child with her last strength —- later, as my eldest daughter, after seeing off my younger brother, have to say good-bye to mother. Take my son to the place where he should go, which is also a must. Sitting in a slightly cold carriage heading north, I am so lonely. No matter how good the outside world is, how can it compare with home? Although life and death are common in life, I can’t let go of my sadness at this time. I knew that my road was ahead and I couldn’t turn back, but I still couldn’t give up that attachment in my heart. My mother was worried that under the locust tree at the entrance of the village, my mother’s pale Mulberry figure would be fixed and there would be a pair of eyes looking forward to her returning soon. It will become an everlasting painting branded in children’s hearts, great and sacred. Close your eyes, put your hands together and pray —— may mother take care of herself and be healthy! I hope my younger brother can take good care of himself and achieve himself! On December 10th, 2009, Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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