The face of the human world, see one side less side.
If parting is the norm of life that is difficult to avoid, then what we can do may be: cherish a little more, cherish a little more, cherish a little more every time we are separated; cherish a little more, cherish a little more when we reunite.
When I returned to school after the summer vacation in 2013, my mother prepared a lot of things for me, most of which were food, one of which was her own pickles, packed in a washed glass jar that I didn't know what to put before, and a few red plastic bags on the outside, afraid of leaks.
At that time, I had just been in college in Shanghai for a year, and I had a strange self-esteem, thinking that these "specialties" were very earthy and would cause me to cause ridicule in that modern environment, so I refused to bring them, and I was still pushing and shoving and arguing with her before entering the station.
My mom died a few years later and I graduated and worked. Once I had a cold, I could only eat porridge, there was no taste in my mouth, and I suddenly remembered the pickles made by my mother, so fragrant, I didn't know how to make it, I never thought about asking before she was born.
That was the time I missed my mom the most after she died, and there was a lot of pain and regret in this kind of thought.
If I could turn back the clock, I'd love to go back to the time when she sent me back to school, and I'd take the jar of pickles in my arms and smile at her and say, "Tell you when you're done eating, Mom." ”
( @Ono)
Every time I leave home, the one with more abundant feelings is always my mother, she will have some emotional expressions, as well as a lot of advice and a lot of tears, so I have more "interaction" with her.
My dad was always very restrained, hardly speaking, just watching and sending.
Once, before getting into the car, after comforting my mother, I suddenly said to my father, "Hug it." ”
This slightly affectionate request obviously made my dad a little uncomfortable, even a little flustered. Seeing that I insisted on opening my arms slightly, he finally did not refuse, and quickly hugged me, and his hand only stayed on my back for a second before quickly releasing. That's how we finished an awkward hug.
But since then, this has become a parting ceremony between our father and son, and it is still not much to say, just hug it.
We parted with love every time, which I think is good.
( @Zhu Wen)
One year Qingming came home and had a big fight with his father.
The cause of the quarrel is very cheesy. I blamed my father for only knowing how to go out and drink, and not eat a meal with me. My father rebelled against the First Army, blaming me for not returning to my hometown to take the civil service examination, drifting in Beijing and achieving nothing, and not allowing him to grow a face in front of his friends. The two sides argued, my father went out with his sleeves up, and I angrily booked a ticket back to Beijing, and finally my mother ordered me to quit.
When I returned to Beijing a few days later, my father still drove me and was speechless. After entering the station, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at it, outside the huge glass door, was my father's focused and serious face, inexplicably with some longing, he seemed to be questioning me, and seemed to be begging me: You are not having a good time outside, why don't you come back? Your parents are here, your stable life is here, why don't you come back?
At that moment, he was not the strict father who tried to suppress me with authority, but just an old man who could not keep anything as he watched his children fly away.
I immediately cried. This is not the difference I want—with resentment and a heavy knot of heart, shrouded in harsh words and quarrels.
I hope that when we are together, we can sit together calmly and say something, or raise a glass for a drunken rest; I hope that when I leave, I can fill it with precious memories, not full of regrets.
(@He Ye)
The year I graduated, my best friend said to me, "You know what? We've already met the last side of our lives with a lot of people, and then we're going to see the last side of our lives with others. ”
I was shocked and quickly understood that this was indeed the case, that we were like clouds in the sky, seemingly frozen together, but as soon as the wind blew, it dispersed.
It's not just a graduation story, it's happening in every corner of the city, people come and go, seemingly frequently intersecting, and together they may just create "a twist and turn in the journey".
Wrapped up in this emotion, I cried earth-shatteringly after the graduation ceremony, hugged everyone, and sincerely blessed everyone, even if many people usually had nothing to do with me.
But I know that the coming day is not long, and this is my good farewell.
(@Sweet Chen)
Here's the story of a Taiwanese veteran, Gao Binghan:
When he left his hometown of Shandong in 1948, his grandmother gave Gao Binghan a ripe pomegranate and asked him to eat it in the car. He held a pomegranate in one hand and was led by his mother in the other hand to go outside Dongguan. After getting into the car, looking at the ripe and cracked pomegranate, he did not hold back and hurriedly ate it. Classmates told him that your mother was greeting you. At this time he bowed his head and took an extra bite of the pomegranate, and it was this bite that made him miss the last side with his mother. When he looked again, the car just turned a corner, and he never saw his mother again.
From then on, he never ate pomegranates again for the rest of his life because "when I see pomegranates, I think of my mother."
Some partings are so unexpected, it is a miss at a glance, and it is also a lifelong miss.
But when it happens, it won't tell you that it's a trick.
I always feel,
When parting, nothing else is necessary except to express love.
In life, except for peace, everything else is embellishment.
The most important thing,
It is to meet more people with loved ones.
(@Zhang Morning)
Every moment of being together is precious
This includes the moment before parting, especially the moment before parting
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