Sometimes the days are full of holes, sometimes the mountains and rivers are beautiful, waiting and hope, giving people enthusiasm and suffering. Even those of us who pay attention to it feel the same way. Gradually, I began to wait slowly, and there will be a period of time to stop paying attention, adjust my mood, and adjust my schedule.
When you see such a picture again, and hear such an inquiry again, you will still have a strange feeling in your heart, and you will silently say in your heart: A season has a season of light, a year has a year of flowers, may you have some thoughts in your hearts, things will be successful, may you be bitter, but also mellow.
When videotaping with the little grandson, the grandmother asked the child with concern: "Are you cold?" Is it snowing outside? In fact, she is worried not only about her son, but also about whether her grandchildren are warm, healthy, and well.
The child is wearing a cotton coat and is having fun. At this time, Grandma asked the most important question: When will you come back? When will you return to your hometown? We are happy together.
Remembering grandpa's birthday, the two children video called grandpa and wished him a happy birthday. Grandpa, who is usually silent, can't help but ask his little grandson: Are you okay with coming here to go to school?
Another time, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the little grandson finally made up his mind to follow his grandparents back to his hometown, but because of the epidemic and other reasons, he did not go to the city, although the children did not cry, but they were very sorry, and the heart must have been felt by the grandparents.
During the National Day, the two sisters and brothers quarreled, and the two ate separately, one in the east and one in the west. The younger brother turned his flexible little brain melon, thought of a wonderful way not to quarrel, and asked his sister to live with his grandparents, and he followed his parents, so that they would not quarrel at a long distance.
When he grows up, he will know that there are many memorable things in childhood, some are happy, some are unhappy, those happy things are the dewdrops on the lotus leaves, the sun shines, it emits rainbows, and those little unhappy, competing things with each other, are also like small raindrops, making people laugh and sigh, become beautiful and innocent.
Today, in the face of Grandma's eager inquiry, the baby does not know how to answer. Grandma guided him: "Is it New Year's Day to go back, or the Spring Festival to go back?" How long does it take? The little boy replied innocently: "Go back in 100 days, go back in two years..."
In the hearts of children, time is not fixed, how much to say, casually is a hundred days, two years... But in the minds of adults, these must be converted into real minutes and seconds.
One hundred days is 3 months and 10 days, two years is 24 months, twenty years is 240 months... The wait is always long, and the wait will be prolonged, making people's hearts flutter like duckweed, in the vast years, looking at the shore of life.
New Year's Day is the beginning of the new year, the Spring Festival is also an ancient and festive day, at the node of each year, they come and go like migratory birds, you come to see me, I go to see you. The few decades that were lost among their families, little by little, made up for it, and approached little by little.
When the Jingwei birds reclaim the sea, they will also latch on one stone after another, and tie one branch after another, relying on the emotions in their hearts to support them and do what they want to do. I don't care how long the days are, I don't care how windy it is on the road.
Yes, it snows in many places, the snow covers a lot of cities and villages, the colder it is, the more you want to be with your relatives, simply eat a meal, go downstairs for a walk at will, hold the hands of children, and tell every acquaintance: This is my son, this is my grandson...