TodayThe sky is the sky, and it accompanies you[Article 8Year 12Month 11daysIt's winter again, the wind is gusting, and the chill is getting thicker. At this point, I not only felt the attack on my skin, but also felt the cold wind quietly sweeping over my heart. The memory of the cold wind has always been with me, and when I stood guard, there was a ballad of "Stranger" outside the wall, like a gentle sword, hitting the softest place in my heart. I can't help but think of my mother at home, and remember the time and years she has accompanied me and guarded me over the years. In an instant, the longing was like a flood of homesickness.
I still remember when I first arrived at the barracks, I was a little uncomfortable in the face of the tense life and strict management of the army, and many times I thought about a lot of things to confide in you. Whenever I hear your voice, the sorrow in my heart disappears in an instant, I want to ask you about your recent situation, what interesting things have happened at home, I know that you have high expectations for me, and finally I got my wish and came to the place of my dreams.
When she was a child, she was a toddler and staggered every step away from her mother, but she still gradually stood firm in her expectant eyesWhen I was a child, I was lively and active, always wanting to break free from my mother's arms and look curiously at the world. When he was young, with a dream, he resolutely put on his backpack, left his hometown and mother behind, and went to a distant place. I thought that my mother's eyes were left by me in that northern town, but I never thought that with the sealed family letters full of care, I was still in those endless eyes.
When I came home from vacation last year, I finally walked out of the platform several times, and I saw a weak figure standing under the street lamp in the distance, wearing the same thin clothes as me, shivering in the cold wind, until I walked to the light My mother could see my face clearly, and the tears in her eyes slipped down her red cheeks, and hurriedly wiped them away. A smile bloomed with excitement at the sight of her beloved son. She snatched my luggage and urged me to drink the longan red date tea in the thermos cup, nagging and blaming me for not wearing more clothes. I don't know if it was the military uniform that washed away my unruliness or the years precipitated my mind, I didn't refute it like in the past, and gently snuggled up to my mother in the cold wind and said: "I won't be cold after drinking longan red date tea!.""Along the way, she still babbled on blaming me for buying too much, blaming me for eating too little and getting emaciated. I knew that in those eyes, which could not hide the joy, they were full of longing.
During the holidays, my mother always cooked for me in different ways, and when I met people, she said that her son who was a soldier had returned, and accompanied her to the street to buy vegetables and walk, and she held my hand tightly, for fear that I would leave ...... if I was not carefulThe short vacation time is fleeting, as if the memories are overlapping, it is still the station, or the mother who does not let me carry the big bag and the small bag, pushing me into the car with a thousand instructions. I pushed open the window, and the cold wind made me shiver, and I looked out the window only to see her looking intently at me in the crowd, and motioned for me to close the window. My mother stood outside the window waving her hands, and I sat in the car with tears blurring my eyes and making a choked sound, and I couldn't help but wave goodbye to my mother. Because my mother's hands were dancing in the cold wind, they were already red from the cold, and I knew that my mother's hands were encouraging me to take the military road. After the car drove out for a while, I received a short sentence from her on my mobile phone: "Work with peace of mind in the army, take good care of yourself, and your mother will always be your strong backing." I hugged the hand warmer she had prepared for me earlier, and a wave of soreness welled up in my heart.
For dreams, for tomorrow, we often run on the road, maybe time makes us go farther and farther, closer and closer to success, but on this long road, do we still remember that behind us is the aging mother, is the mother who watches in the depths of the years, with infinite love;Time passed nowhere, my mother put her best wishes in the backpack to send us on a long voyage, and whether we can deliver the old and dependent home as scheduled;In the busy life, I always feel that the days are still very long, and the family affection can be put aside again, and when we become famous, we can pick up the love that has been put aside, but have we forgotten that the wrinkles at the corners of the mother's eyes and the gray hair on the temples can't wait;When we deserve to enjoy our mother's love, can we reciprocate it in the same way? Mother is no longer the omnipotent superman in the depths of our years, she will also grow old, maybe we are powerless to resist the cycle of life, but love, in our hearts, on the way home.
Don't let love wait alone, don't leave regrets in time, don't let the years waste the footsteps of our love, let us follow the direction of love, hold the hands that support you to grow up in the world of love, watch the flowers bloom in front of the court, and watch the water flow.
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Source |Our skiesAuthor|Left handProofreading|Ma Zi'an, Li JiapengIssue |Draw 5834