The call of the distant mountains

The winter moon in the north is always surprisingly cold, Xiaoshan subconsciously pressed down on the brim of the hat, and tightened the cotton scarf around his neck, as if waving his hand backwards very casually.

Without looking back, I knew that my mother standing behind me was watching her all the time. The mother, dressed in a thick cotton coat, stood in the gloomy morning, looking so clumsy.

Xiao Shan walked far away, feeling that his mother was about to lose sight of himself, before slowly turning back and shouting at the vague and clumsy figure in the distance, "Mom, you go back quickly, Mom ,......."

The voice suddenly stopped, Xiao Shan still wanted to shout a few more, and afraid that the sound of choking would make her mother worry, she quickly turned around and walked a few steps.

Xiaoshan's mother looked at the bend where her son turned the mountain road, and then dragged a lame leg slowly towards home, the sky was really cold and cloudy, Xiaoshan's mother looked down and wiped her eyes, and said to herself, "It's raining." ”

It's overcast, it's going to snow!

……

Distant mountains, which are a block of thoughts, are far apart, as if there is no end!