Friend: This year's Spring Festival, my father is gone, leaving the lonely mother. One day, my mother ate and I sat next to her. Suddenly, the mother said, I dreamed of seeing your uncle. He stood, as usual

Friend: This year's Spring Festival, my father is gone, leaving the lonely mother.

One day, my mother ate and I sat next to her. Suddenly, the mother said, I dreamed of seeing your uncle. He stood there as usual and smiled at me. Naturally, it's the same as when you were alive. I was stunned and didn't pick up her.

I grieve at the mention of my father. I'm afraid that as soon as I speak, we'll all cry. When the mother spoke, she had a smile on her face, contentment, and happiness. Seeing her smile, I handed her a cup of tea. She smiled and said that she did not like to talk about dreams before dinner, and people said that they said that the dreams they had just happened to be the opposite. To cry is to laugh, and to laugh is to cry bitterly. I also can't live long, two years at most. You can't do anything, what's the use of living?! It's better to be dead, quiet.

When my mother said this paragraph, every sentence made me feel uncomfortable. I held her hand tightly, not daring to say a word. Because I have tears in my eyes. Walking out of the house, tears poured out, just let it flow.

For half a day, I controlled my emotions, washed my face, and re-entered the house. The mother sat there very quietly. Death was like drinking a glass of boiled water to her. What a grief for me.

For the rest of my life, I will use my life to take care of my mother.