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Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

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Author: Nie Zhongwen Illustration: Network

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

Snow water dripped down from the eaves outside the window; sunlight, warm and melting into the house. Lying in front of the window, bathed in the warm daylight, the mother quietly stared out the window. The mother lost one eye to diabetes, and what the other eye saw was also blurry. In early spring, the warm sun is approaching day by day, and whenever the weather is fine, my mother always sits in front of the window, sculpturally enjoying the long-lost sunshine, greedily looking at the outside world.

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

In winter, the jealousy in her mother's heart made her rarely go out.

"Mom, it's snowing outside, don't go out these days, the road is slippery and unsafe." "Well, well, rest assured, I'm not going out these days."

"Mom, there is snow and ice everywhere outside the house, you must pay attention when you go out." "I know, there's nothing wrong in winter, I don't go out, it's all your brother who buys vegetables, you go to work well, don't worry about me."

The children's successive phone calls always began to their mothers. Mother is very obedient, she knows that this season the elderly go out is really inconvenient, very unsafe, so even if you want to go out for a walk, it is also in front of the door to walk, the community is slippery, the neighbors sit.

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

One day, my mother suddenly said to me that you have to be careful when you go out this big winter, hey, uncle Wang next door, went out and fell, his hips were broken, he was bedridden, he ate and drank Lazar, he needed to be served, and the children came in shifts, but they were guilty. The mother sat in a chair and kept talking, unconsciously expressing her inner helplessness and sigh.

The lessons of the past have enhanced the mother's sense of prevention, and the unfortunate situation of the same age has also warned the mother. In winter, my mother went out less and less often. In early spring, the long and cold weather in the northeast is about to pass. Standing behind my mother, I understood my mother's anticipatory and urgent mood - the day of cat winter was about to pass.

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

This season, there is no snow on the road in the community, and only the residual snow covered by mud on the roadside is looming. Warm winds blow from time to time, the leaves are already green, and the treetops of the willow trees reveal their hairy buds. In the community, I often take my mother's arm, walk on the road, sit in the long corridor of rest, watch the square dances of neighbors, listen to gossip news, domestic and foreign events, and interesting things.

Mother's legs were weak and she couldn't go far. When encountering slopes, bumps, and ditches, my mother's hand always burst in and tightened, grabbed my hand hard, and slowed down, afraid of accidents. I have entered the age of confusion, leading my elderly mother, just like my mother when I was young, leading me who is a toddler, I who walk relatives, and I who go out to play. At that time, I couldn't leave my mother, went to a strange environment, met unfamiliar people, the first sentence was: Mother, where is my mother? Nowadays, my mother can't leave me and leave, like the childhood of me, feeling helpless, helpless, panicked, and afraid.

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

The wheel of time is turning so fast, and the pace of time is too hurried, even too cruel.

The northeast land, really to the warm spring season, the solar terms are probably around the beginning of summer. At this time, in my mother's eyes, I saw the power of life, the warmth of life.

I hope that the light in my mother's eyes can last for a long time, as I wish, even if I can't help but darken, I hope it will be slower, slower.

Prose: Warm spring, the light in the mother's eyes

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