Seeing the snow drifting on Mo again, the wanderer slowly returned

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

In the blink of an eye, it is the tail of 2023, the snow has fallen again on Moshang, and the wandering wanderer has been slowly returning home, in the direction of the name "home". Although it is not the Spring Festival, New Year's Day, also known as the Gregorian year, also plays a pivotal role in traditional Chinese culture.

When I walked into the alley in the snow, my mother was looking at the door, and she always liked to wait quietly. There are not too many delicate words, just one sentence to come back. But I know that my mother is just not good at words, and her love has always been engraved between her eyebrows and hidden in the depths of her loving eyes. I saw that a thin layer of snow had fallen on the gray hair, and there were footprints pacing back and forth in front of the door.

The table also seemed to know that it was time for me to get home, and it was fitting that there was a hot meal. The longer I wander outside, the more I miss the fireworks of my hometown. There is no so-called delicacies of the mountains and seas, just some daily coarse tea and light rice, but eating it in the mouth at the moment is better than all delicacies.

My mother sat on the sidelines, quietly watching me spitting out, occasionally interjecting a few words to ask about the current situation. However, it seems that at some point, our parents began to be cautious when talking to us, and they no longer had the same strict words as before. Even if they are faced with your bad temper sometimes, they will no longer blame you, but try to follow your ideas. At that moment, you know, it's them getting old. But in my heart, I still deceive myself and tell myself that all this is still the same, but it may be that we have grown up, their education methods have also "grown up", and they know how to take care of our so-called face. Thinking that in this way, they can continue to hide in their harbor when they are tired.

But, the father who used to have dreams and now has become mediocre in your mouth, the mother who was once gentle and beautiful but now has become your disgusting nagging, they are really old, old.

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