It was a thin summer afternoon and cicadas were singing. When I came back from the bookstore, I met my father at home who was in a hurry to go out with a briefcase.
I'm a little surprised that my father didn't tie his shoelaces. I leaned against the door and watched him leave.
Father walked into the hospital and his mother, who was taking care of flowers and plants, stopped him.
Bend down! Bend down! Mom starts tying Dad's shoelaces! The summer breeze blows through the green treetops of camphor trees, and the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum tea is in the breath-holding gossamer.
My mother's long hair hung softly beside her face, and her mouth pursed slightly, drawing a gentle arc. Slender but not white fingers shuttled back and forth in his father's shoelaces. The summer sunshine is like a gauze, drawing a circle of light and shadow on my father's side face.
Father hung his head like a child who made a mistake. Soft eyes, like deep lake water, seem to look at their mother through the dense sunshine and dust floating in the air after thousands of years. At the moment when our eyes met, we smiled at each other. There was no sound, no language, only Xia Guang's smile.
I just leaned against the door, but I couldn't help laughing, laughing for this wonderful moment.
This wonderful moment seems so long. The summer sunshine falls from the cracks in the leaves of camphor trees, and gently touches the softest part of my heart through my mother's hair tips, my father's eyes, the old thread of time and the mountains deep in my heart. In an instant, the fragrance of chrysanthemum tea soaked the whole body. Warm, like summer sunshine.
Father and mother are still standing in the photo. My mother stood up, my father's body trembled slightly, and my gentle eyes stayed on my mother's cheek. Father slowly took a step forward and held out his hands. Is it a hug? In hesitation, my father smiled shyly like a big boy.
He just stretched out a hand and carefully buried his mother's drooping hair in his ear.
My mother's face was radiant with Xia Hong, as shy as a girl's first love.
Suddenly, I found that this moment became grand and ethereal, radiant, ordinary but wonderful love moment.
The beautiful moment of this summer, like a coarse grain in memory, is buried deep in my heart. After many years, it is still like a cup of summer chrysanthemum tea.
In fact, life is like a golden river. Although every drop of water inside is so ordinary, it can still be a moment in the sun, a wonderful moment.
Comments: Mom helps dad tie his shoelaces, a small shot in daily life. In the author's pen, it is interpreted as an extremely wonderful moment. At this moment, the love and consideration between parents are revealed; This moment also made me feel the warmth of my family and the beauty of human nature. Capturing the moment, grasping the details and understanding the true feelings not only reflect the author's keen vision, but also show the author's superb writing ability. (Wang Jinhai)