The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows. With the arrival of the Spring Festival back to the city, people who went home for the festival from all over the world traveled one after another to start another year of work.
The morning sun is slanting, gently caressing every corner of the small courtyard, today, is destined to be an extraordinary day. Xiaojie, the young man who is about to go to another country, once again stands at the starting point of parting. And Lao Wang and I have become the watchmen of this affectionate relationship, witnessing this ancestral love across time and space.
In the early morning breeze, Xiaojie and his grandmother stood opposite each other, without too many words, only affectionate eyes met. Grandma's hands, those hands covered with traces of time, trembled slightly, and held Xiaojie's hand tightly. Her eyes are full of reluctance and expectation for her grandson, which is a heavy love and a heavy concern.
The joy of the Spring Festival is always so short, but the moment of parting is always so long. Grandma silently helped Xiaojie organize her bags, and every item contained her thoughts and blessings. She whispered softly, as if to sew all the love and advice into this little package. And Xiaojie, his eyes are firm and moist, he knows that this is the watch between him and his grandmother, and it is their emotional bond across time and space.
When Xiaojie's figure gradually drifted away, the grandmother finally couldn't suppress the emotions in her heart, and tears slipped down, which was the reluctance and longing for her grandson. She leaned against the door, her eyes following the back of the fading away, as if she wanted to turn this concern into a watchful light to illuminate Xiaojie's way forward.
Xiaojie, when will you come back to see the milk? Grandma asked softly, her voice full of anticipation and reluctance. Although this sentence is simple, it carries her endless thoughts and concerns for her grandson. She knows that the helplessness of life makes them have to face separation, but this feeling of watchfulness will never change.
In the evening, Lao Wang and I sat under the big locust tree in front of the door, sighing at this affectionate love for our ancestors and grandchildren. We send our best wishes to Xiaojie and Grandma, hoping that their watch can continue forever across the distance of time and space. Because, no matter how far away it is, that deep emotion can never be parted. Do you think this kind of parting scene is touching? Comments are welcome! Cherish parting