Little fart children always like to dress up as adults and want to get out of the control of their parents, and feel that those nagging words are repeated all the time. What they want to resist most is the childlike self in their eyes, and before going to bed, they think about the moment when they grow up and get out of the palm of their hands. When I grew up, I found that the small hand that once held the small hand and knew the unknown world could already hold the big hand in the palm of the hand. Growing up may be a matter of a moment, and the point of realizing that moment is that there is a strong desire to protect when the small hand holds the big hand, when crossing the street, it will subconsciously want to put the big hand on the left side, and will unconsciously treat the big hand as a child.
When you leave your parents as a child, you will be insecure, the moment your mother turns away at the entrance of high school feels like an abandoned child crying and tearing her lungs, I don't know when to start the role exchange Mom and Dad rely on children, they don't like to accept new things to meet the products of the new era, they can't figure it out like a trickster child pestering you to help solve, hand-in-hand teaching them how to use it after the next second will still forget, like when they were very young, the teacher's words always flash by. As a child, the courage to take my hand to a strange city is getting smaller and smaller, and after many years I am not with you for the first time, I realize that your uneasiness and unfamiliarity with the strangeness of the unfamiliar environment are worrying all night long.
Mom and Dad turned on the growth mode of small children, they began to show their misses, they would start to look forward to the next vacation because they didn't go home for months, they would talk about things at home together, and occasionally they would play like children. When she was a child, her mother always hoped that the day of school would come soon, and now she likes to have a longer holiday. After so many vacations, I can't adapt to the end of the holiday, sitting in the car like I have lost my soul, looking out the window in a daze the time always passes quickly and inadvertently reaches the end. That feeling wants to cry but wants to pretend to be mature contradictions, like a person who has his head dropped does not want to talk, does not want to think and does not want to ignore anyone.
When she was a child, her parents protected the small hand in the palm of her hand with a large hand, telling her what she could do and what she could not do, and that big hand would always appear in time when she was on the verge of danger and lead the small hand to safety. One day the small hand held the big hand to protect the safety of the big hand when moving forward, those nagging people changed the order, the surrounding environment wanted to carefully investigate again, the small hand holding the big hand suddenly had a sense of responsibility, the strong desire to protect the heart is to hold the big hand to protect him around the sense of responsibility, you accompany me to grow up after I put you in the palm of my hand to protect.
When I was a child, I had to stick to adults every minute, and when I grew up, I thought I could get out of the wings of my parents, and I found that the heavy concern made people no longer want to fly far, and no longer yearn for a distant place where a person could fly. The longing for the distant places could not resist the importance of being able to protect you with a single outstretched hand, and later I found out that when I was a child, you always put me at a distance that could be touched with a single outstretched hand, and this protection was a family feature. Now that you are within my arms, you can open your wings at any time to hold your family in your arms.
That father became a playlist that I no longer dared to click easily, quietly substituting into the character and the lyrics of the picture had the most untouchable places in the scene, as if he saw the deepest secret I hid in my heart. When I was a child, I always liked to put on my mother's coat and wear my mother's shoes to stand in front of the mirror to admire how I grew up, but now when I really put those clothes on my body to fit, I find that my parents have the shadow of a child.
When I grew up, those emotions that I didn't understand knew, and I understood how much love my mother carried in the nagging on my mouth, and my father always liked to mention that his daughter's words were missed. The teacher left an essay title called twenty years later, I imagined the future, when I could not imagine that my parents would one day become old, and the wrinkles on my mother's face and my father's shoulders could not bear my weight.
A heavy bond depends on each other, which may be the meaning of family.