She accompanied me to high school, and she always said that those days were the happiest time of her life, because at that time my relationship with her eased, and no longer so rebellious, and she found a job as a janitor next to the school, which was just enough to take care of my three meals a day. On weekends, she could go to the moat to watch the dancing, and her wish was so small that she was satisfied. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
I still remember when the results of the high school examination came out, she hugged me excitedly kissed my cheeks, happy as a child: you will always be the pride of the mother.
In fact, you do not know, you are also my pride. The first ten years, I was a child, unreasonable, capricious and selfish, squandering the love you give, thinking that no matter what I do you will not give up on me, you will love me unconditionally. Later, you are sick, I realized that there are always some force majeure factors will give up your love for me. I slowly realized that there is no one else in the world who loves me as much as you do. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do that.
It seems like yesterday, you rode a bicycle with me on the street, when my feet into the wheels, crying heartbreaking, that is the most fearful thing as a child. And grow up, the most fear is that the person who protects me in the back to be far away from me. It is the life away, it is the death parting.
Now you and I together on the street, do not know people will say your grandmother really young, and you stand there with a bitter smile on your face. After dinner, I accompany you to watch the square dance, you sit next to the stool, thin as a child, face extraordinarily poor, a look is sick, you used to me how fierce ah, the mother and the two quarrelled really want to turn the roof over, I remember that time, you let me wash the dishes, I find all kinds of reasons for the refusal, that time the temper is quite big, you gas yelled at me: are you trying to let me go to death. I roared back: you go to die well. She was so angry that she didn't sleep for a night, and I thought I was right, and then it didn't matter, mother and daughter didn't have a grudge. Just I look back now, I hate to smack myself, there are times when I really want to travel back to the past, give myself two punches, hard to wake up their own, tell her to cherish the mother who can be healthy and accompany you, you do not know how much I envy you.
I just went to college, you sent me to school, you organized my quilt, purchase living supplies. You also bought a small mirror home, said my little sister loves to stink beauty, go back to send her must be especially happy. I watched your back as you left and cried sadly. Although only 40 years old, but the gray hair on the head has been very obvious, I realized that you began to age. That dress of yours is the one I bought when I went to the clothes store together in my sophomore year of high school, and you wore it whenever there was a formal occasion. Those high heels were the first pair of high heels you earned from selling fish when you were young, and you never wore them, but they were polished to a new look. That is your best look, and then thin like a bamboo pole when you turn over the previous photos over and over again, sighing, I went to my favorite city to travel, to see the most wanted to see the beautiful scenery, I especially want to share with you, I want to tell you on the road, I almost can not find the way back, I almost can not come back to see you. I can cook all kinds of congee, I can braid my hair in twisted braids, and I can wear a little pink dress. I love you the most.
This is the prose poem left by her youth, I looked at the tears, but my mother has aged like an old newspaper.
After that, no one could ever seriously hurt me again; it was the price of growing up.