reunion

Source: Reading Special

The reunion is the fifteenth moon, a moon cake of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the footsteps of the year, the window of the mother, the script plot of the opera script... Life will always have some twists and turns, some are not perfect, so the pursuit of reunion is an obsession in people's hearts. Reunion is also a bright color in the heart, and when the reunion comes, it is always cherished.

When my mother was still alive, when the reunion festival arrived, I always remembered to go home to see. Although my mother never asked me to do so, from the joy in my mother's eyes when she saw me, I knew how much she wanted me to go home and eat the reunion meal she had made. The mother still smiled, and did not say too much on her lips. That mooncake, that piece of cloth or cloth, I knew my mother liked it, but she always pitied me for spending money. I don't use beautiful language either, and mother and daughter hardly need these polite words and expressions, but I read it in my mother's eyes and it was enough.

As soon as my mother turned around, she was busy with her, and as when she was a child, she didn't want me to interfere, and she didn't want me to do the rough work she said. She said that her daughter's hand could not withstand these rough work, and looked at her own hands and stretched out the green onions. But the mother's hand was thick knuckles, and even the thumb was bent and deformed, and the hands that were originally green and green slowly deformed and ugly in the hard work of the day. Mother was beautiful, white-skinned, dignified and delicate, and her hands were very incompatible with her delicate countenance. The mother said that the hand is the second face of the woman, and she has suffered too much herself, but she is unwilling and unwilling to let her daughter suffer like her again. She and my father sent me to study, the money she spent on my studies, and the two never bumped into each other. From now on, when I think of my mother's hands, my heart is still faintly painful. I was even more ashamed of my lack of understanding when I was young, and I actually accepted everything according to the order, how could I not think of helping my mother, to accompany her to wash the dishes, to add firewood to her pot stove.

I also became a mother, and I really understood motherhood. The hardships of the october of pregnancy, the heartbeat of the first fetal movement, the first cracking sound, all of them pulled the atrium of a mother's heart, and the mother's emotions and holiness were rising. And the care of that road, one meal and one food, one dress and one tea, crushed the mother's heart. A fever in my son would make me sleep and eat, and it would make a mother's heart hurt. And every growth of the son, including the mute mother during the voice change period, is enough to melt the mother's heart.

Sometimes, work is too busy to turn around and set foot on the way home. Mother stood in front of her small courtyard, the background was the green mountains hidden Yangjia Mountain, the mountain side is an endless path, the sky with a far-reaching blue, the sun slowly moved from the middle of the sky to the west, the sky darkened a little. The mother bowed her head, leaned forward, and raised her neck slightly, full of anticipation. She was still silent, just watching like that, busy with the gap of housework, she came to the door one after another, just looked at it, and stood as an oil painting. I believe that the mother and daughter also have such an emotional call, and I will suddenly have a slight concern in those few days. So I hurried home.

Man's sorrow is that he cannot keep the years, nor can he keep his mother. The mother is gone, where should the rest of the reunion be placed? Family members often get along, and relatives and friends get together under an excuse and talk about each other, which is not another kind of reunion.

(Original title: "Reunion")

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