Today is the sixth day of the first lunar month, and the cold winter day is crowded with people going home for the New Year. At this festive moment, I left gloomily and had to go on a part-time journey to a foreign land. I had to go back to work in order to make ends meet. And on this day, my heart hides a deep reluctance for my family, but there is no other way.
The day was just dawning, and the warmth of home was diluted by the cold parting. In the bustling station, our family talked and laughed together, although there was a smile on our faces, it was difficult to hide the reluctance in our hearts. My daughter grabbed my hand tightly, her eyes full of anticipation and affection, as if asking, "Mom, why did you leave me?" And my mother, who only forced a smile on her face, tried to comfort her by all means: "Mom goes to work, earns some money, and will come back to accompany you after a while." “
In the waiting room of the station, there was me, my four-year-old daughter, and my gray-haired old mother, and we sat around as a family and ate a bowl of Chongqing noodles each. As a mother, I tried my best to comfort my daughter, hoping to understand this parting. However, the noodles in the bowl seem to be filled with endless worries and thoughts, and each bite is heavy.
The elderly mother, with gray hair, and the corners of her eyes are deeply embedded in the traces of time. His eyes stared at me firmly through the mist of time, as if he wanted to deeply sink his figure deep in his heart. In the crowded station, she stood silently aside, under a simple dress, hiding her reluctance to leave me.
I walked up to the old mother, who gently stroked my face with trembling hands, which were indescribable hands. Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth, as if encouraging me: "Go, for the sake of the family's livelihood, I will wait for you at home." She barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but she couldn't help but feel the sourness in her heart.
When the time of farewell came, I packed my bags and watched my family reluctantly. The tears in my little daughter's eyes were already uncontrollable, hugging my thighs and crying reluctantly. I squatted down, gently stroked my daughter's hair, and said gently: "Good, Nannan, my mother will miss you, and when the Chinese New Year comes, my mother will definitely come back." This simple promise contains a lot of love and reluctance.
The train slowly departed, and I stood in front of the window, watching my daughter get farther and farther away from her old mother, and her figure gradually disappeared out of the window. The old mother still stood in place, watching me leave, the tears in her eyes finally no longer hidden, sliding freely, the old mother bowed her head lonely, silently wiping the tears. In the cold wind of the station, the daughter's waving little hand was left until it disappeared from sight. The parting of the family has become the coldest scenery in the depths of winter.
Note: The content of this article was drafted by netizens and published after being revised by the author!
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