Staying Together - Remaining Together - After Reading "Staying Together

The reddish azaleas and muddy pothole trails on the cover page caught my eye. "It's the holiday season, go home and visit. In the courtyard, the parents who look at their children through the door are the attachment of your heart that has not been revisited for a long time." A few lines of small words on the page are as warm as a touch of candlelight on a harsh winter night.

The book, like the author's memories coalesced. "The early years of things to middle age and then go back to think about it, as if the early morning open flowers to the evening to pick, although the loss of the full bloom of the colorful and fragrant, but the reflection of the setting sun but it adds a charm, and that if there is a fragrance, it is even more reminiscent, recalling the memory of the past."

The moment I closed the book, I couldn't help but be struck by the warmth between the author and his mother. Every sentence, even every word in the book, overflows with the love between their mother and son. A pair of mother and son, whose relationship is both close and antagonistic from childhood to adulthood, weave the years like silk with laughter and tears. The old clock on the wall "clatters", the hands make a big circle and return to the original angle, making people wonder how many summers have passed. The relationship between parents and children is like the seat belt on an airplane, which can be loosely or tightly fastened. During the flight, we will not think it is so important, until we sail to the deep clouds, encountered turbulence, only to realize that its existence is to give the fragile heart of the last dependence.

Mr. Wu Ruoquan wrote in his book that his greatest responsibility in this life is to "escort my mother safely through a happy life." Such a deep love is an example and a calling. The ties of affection are the threads of a kite, and the tighter they are pulled, the higher they fly. Perhaps, as children of us, no matter how to do, when the life of silver-haired parents withered, will feel that what they have done is far from enough.

Looking out the window at the dark rainy night in the hazy lights street, as if the long walk of life. Life is a book, the years of the past page by page flip fly, the long road of human growth, depend on each other and no regrets is the best gift of this life.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and then you'll be able to see them. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a baby in her arms.