This time really gone, full of about 8 months, left the hometown, this road farther and farther, home time is less and less. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product or service.
The younger brother said, "Sister is leaving, we will be separated, I will not be able to see my sister." Always not much crying, he held back, tears still fell, he left the table, hugging the baby he grew up relying on, lying on the bed for a long time not to raise his head.
My eyes are also red, can only cover him through the thin quilt, gently stroked and said, "Sister will be back in a few months."
"Sister more will come back, a few months, a few days, in case a long, long time not come back." He spoke in a slightly husky voice.
I do not know when, we work longer and longer time is dragged, and go home has become a luxury.
Speaking of this long and hurried time, the start of the school day dragged on three times, I originally thought so owed, can make up for something, or let this period of time to live a beautiful and full.
Time tends to think a lot when you don't realize the dissipation, the heart of the expectations into the things that are not what they wish for, you always think that the time to accompany the family is still a lot of time, but when you leave only to find that it is really pinching fingers counting the days, there is not much.
In these eight months, counting the bits and pieces of time spent with my family, I don't have any deep memories. I don't know how long it's been since I accompanied my father to the stadium for a run in the early morning, and then there were only a couple of days when I was with my mother in the park or dancing in the square. Most of the time, I am sitting in my room by myself to spend time, or read a book, or write, or work toward the future step.
Whether it's family or friends, when you're busy running around trying to live a better life, the days you spend together are counted.
All the disappointments come from "I thought".
Growing up, we always thought that the way to filial piety is to become the pride of parents, earn a lot of money, live a very good life. Traveling farther and farther, spending more time working, it is what we thought was abundance.
We always want to be big heroes, but rarely do we want to help our moms wash a clean bowl. They grow up with us, and grown up we rarely spend time with him/her.
When one day we live the life we want, looking back, the appearance of parents are not all become blurred. When you really have a successful career, they are really getting old. You want to take them to live a good life, but when in the shadow of the skyscraper Pang helpless, they are like a child, confused and overwhelmed eyes, like you made a mistake as a child.
To the rush to rush, heckling words you apologize: "Children, sorry, delayed you work, it is too strange and too lonely, we want to go back."
Sitting in the car, looking at the train constantly moving forward, I thought of many years later, the lights and traffic in the big city, will be their favorite? They give their love unselfishly, and we always learn how to love with some reservations.
This reservation hides their own selfishness, we just want to be a better us, but forget that they just want us to be better. When times are always rolling, I realized that they really can not adapt well to everything.
Yesterday, like explaining something, I went to my grandma and grandpa's house to teach them how to use their smartphones. Simple to use to open the chat interface of WeChat, we learned an afternoon, when the teacher actually can not learn the knowledge.
Going home, I received the Smart Heat Eye Mask and studied its instructions with my father. Daily overtime and stay up late, my father's eyesight is getting blurred, I am really afraid that one day he will not be able to see me, my efforts will catch up with the speed of their aging.
Gave her that necklace, it was beautiful, but the size was not right after all. I still can't pick out what suits my mother, and what she buys me is always my favorite. They say love is in the details, but that poor size is still stark proof of my neglect.
Those who think that money in exchange for things, hidden love, but lightweight and valuable but an object, see the latter sentence is things are not the same.
The so-called parents and children a, only means that you and his destiny is this life, constantly watching his back gradually far away, you sit at the end of the slowly forward train, watching him gradually disappeared in the invisible corner, and with the back of the silent tell you: do not do not chase, do not look back.
My mom and dad, accompany me to grow up, send me far away, waiting for me to come home.
All love is to get together, only the love of parents is to choose to let go.
When I left, my mom said, for a better life, go, take good care of yourself, don't get attached.
We all have to travel far eventually, in order to say goodbye to our tender selves. The goodbye is far away and far away, the goodbye is the end and the beginning, the goodbye is the pain and the hope, the goodbye is the goodbye and the better reunion.
They brought me to this big world, I want to take them to see this small planet. Little cotton jacket grew into your bulletproof vest, twenty years of wind and years, what else can go to fight for, and where will go, this is an unknown solution. And I finally understand that the real maturity is with responsibility and commitment.
With dreams and hopes, I hope I can become a better person, and I hope to grow a person who can protect others, protect the love of a warm and happy home, and protect them like a child slowly grow up.
Written on August 28, 2020 at 14:56 after departure.
This time, really gone.
Goodbye, the home I am attached to.