When people are old, will they really be afraid that they will not be able to rely on themselves and start to "please" their children? Yes. This time I came back to meet them, invited my father and mother to dinner, and took them to the mall to buy new clothes

When people are old, will they really be afraid that they will not be able to rely on themselves and start to "please" their children? Yes.

This time I came back to see them, invited my father and mother to eat, took them to the mall to buy new clothes, when I ate, my mother couldn't eat, I recorded a video vibrato, and posted a happy and harmonious scene...

Originally I was going to go to my cousin after doing these things, she kept me, this is the first time I felt that she was deliberately keeping me, I stayed, and it was the first time I slept with my mother after graduating from junior high school. As soon as I opened the door I was surprised and instantly calm, the environment they lived in was really bad, only seven or eight flat, never see the sun, the bed board was very hard, the bones were panicked, the quilt was particularly hard and thin, there was no heating, only a small electric heating fan on the ground, a lot of fruit boxes on the ground and on the bed, the frame was clothes...

After entering the door, my mother pulled me to shoot three vibrato in a row, filters and music have to consult my opinion, the text is how the small cotton jacket is, keep brushing to see if anyone likes, or comments, she is very happy, vibrato gave her some different experiences, resolved some of her not how to speak awkwardly, just record a video and caption can be.

Because I left my father to go somewhere else to sleep, lying on the hard stone-like bed at night, listening to her purring through the room, I couldn't sleep all night, and I kept crying. But I can't cry too hard, I'm going to take a photo the next day, and I can't swell my eyes.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, I finally couldn't hold back and gradually fell asleep, and at 6 o'clock my father knocked on the door to get something, and vaguely heard him say that the window leaked last night, and it snowed this morning, and then he went to work, and we continued to sleep...

When I woke up, I found that it was snowing, and the goose feathers were falling from the air...

The photo was booked very early, originally there was no her in the plan, before leaving, I put on shoes to change clothes, the gap between the shoelaces I still looked up and asked the sentence "Do you want to go with me?" She wanted to go, she didn't take a picture, so I changed my tone again: "You go with me, it's okay anyway", she agreed.

I can see that she is very happy, this is also her first time to wear makeup, when taking pictures she is smiling very happy and natural, wrinkles are all over her face, the photographer let us put some kissing hands or close movements, I feel that there are still some barriers in my heart, it turns out that we are so strange, it turns out that we are not close at all. After I went back, I sent her two original films, and sure enough, the first time I brushed the copy and picture of "I grew up with you, you grew up with me". Seeing the "warm scene" of this moment, I only feel that my heart is complicated, like a stem in the throat.

Growing up with me was actually only 3 years in junior high school, and it was all bad memories, either hitting or scolding. They did not participate in other moments of my growth, did not know when I learned to walk, eat, when to receive the first achievement, when I quietly understood things, did not share my joys and sorrows, did not even remember my specific birth moment, that is also her skin pain, they missed the most vulnerable and helpless in my life, the most important and most important and most needed their childhood and adolescence, straight to adulthood, so that moment of "warmth" is really a bit abrupt.

If you have not been in contact with them before, you will be choked up by their ugly words and refuse to communicate. After this return, I have a very calm observation, in fact, their minds are not mature, forever staying in the teenage years, they are actually just years in the growth, responsibility, love, peaceful talk is not present in their world, so the father will only know to read online novels, no money will always be the first time to ask the mother to open their hands, keen to play mahjong; the mother does not know that "money can not be casually lent to others, but can be invested in children" This kind of publicly recognized cognition, She would rather lend to others than pay me tuition and living expenses, and complained to me inexplicably, "Why do I lend money to others and don't come back?"

The reason why they have grown up in this way is largely due to the lack of economic and educational conditions of the previous generation. I was fortunate enough to read a few more books, to get out of the limited cognition and environment, to meet more people who had become "civilized" by the economy and education, and to learn their way of communicating.

If I had not been educated, if I had not gone out of my own limitations, I would have been the next one, and I would have no responsibility, love, responsibility, and struggle to survive in the cracks... It is puzzling to those who have been educated by "civilization".

The most direct way to cultivate civilization is education, what is education? Macroscopically, it is the strategy of the motherland to become one of the world's great powers; microscopic, it is the only way for an individual to know the world, to know himself, to get rid of his own limitations and become a "civilized person", but this thing is not something that everyone is fortunate enough to touch, and the people who come into contact should not have any sense of superiority

The mood is very complicated, only know: tonight, the snow in this city is so big, the snowflakes flying in the sky have contributed their own insignificant strength to the cold of the whole city, after the snow is clear, after the sun appears, they will disappear, disappear...