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"Son, I'm going home for the New Year. Mother's gentle voice rang on the other end of the phone.
"I know Mom, I'll take the train back in the next few days. I replied with a smile.
"Be careful on the road, don't catch a cold. Mom is waiting for you at home. She instructed.
I remember when I was a child, my mother always prepared delicious food and waited for me to come home from school. And now, our mother and son can only look at each other from afar, pinned on mobile phones and the Internet. I couldn't help but feel a sense of homesickness in my heart, looking forward to reuniting with my mother as soon as possible.
The sound of the train's whistle interrupted my reverie. I picked up my suitcase and walked briskly to the platform. The cold wind was cold, and I subconsciously wrapped the cotton clothes on my body. This padded jacket has been with me for more than five years, and the fabric is a little old, but there is a kind of warmth on the body.
On the train, I sat down in a window seat. As the train faded away, I looked beyond the window and at the rapidly receding scenery. Along the way, I twisted my fingers, my expression was in a trance, and the bits and pieces of my hometown and my mother's kind face came to mind.
After a bumpy day and a night, the train finally arrived at the station in my hometown. I carried my suitcase, carefully navigated the crowd, followed the familiar street, and soon saw my mother waiting at the intersection.
"Mom!" I shouted happily and quickened my pace.
My mother looked me up and down, with a look of relief: "Look, they've grown so tall." "She stepped up to me and gave me a warm hug.
I hugged my mother's thin body tightly, only to feel that she looked more rickety and old than five years ago. The mother's hair was all white, and her face was full of wrinkles. I can't help but lament the ruthlessness of the years, but more of it is guilt. Over the years, I have been so immersed in my work and career achievements that I have rarely found time to come back to visit my mother.
Looking back on her childhood, my mother was a lively and cheerful middle-aged woman. When she laughs, she always has a little laugh line in the corner of her eye, and she is full of energy. Now she is like a withered old tree that has been destroyed by time. My heart was full of mixed feelings, both nostalgia for my mother and self-blame for myself.
"Let's go home, it's too cold outside. "My mother took my hand and walked in the direction of home. On the way, she looked sideways at me from time to time, and her face was full of joy.
And I was a little nervous. I didn't see each other for five years, and I did get a lot taller, but I didn't grow much inside. I kept my head down, my eyes twinkled, and from time to time I rubbed my cold fingers vigorously.
"What's wrong? Isn't it too bitter out there?" My mother seemed to notice my strangeness and asked with concern.
Soon, we were at home. As soon as I pushed the door, I was greeted by a familiar smell of aging. The furnishings in the house are the same as they were five years ago, as if time had stood still here. I dropped my bags and had the illusion of going back in time.
"Mom, the family is still the same. I looked around the room and sighed.
"yes, I've been too lazy to move all these years. Mother smiled and said, "Sit down and rest, and I'll make you some soup." "
I sat down at the dining table and watched my mother go about her work in the kitchen. After a while, she brought a bowl of fragrant lotus seed and mung bean soup, as well as a few side dishes.
"尝尝看,还合不合胃口?" 母亲满怀期待地问我。
I took a sip, and the familiar taste of hometown instantly bloomed in my mouth. "Mom, your craftsmanship is as good as ever. I was amazed.
In this way, my mother and I chatted about family life with or without a match. She asked me about my work and life one by one, and I answered truthfully. It's just that when she asks about my love life, I can't help but be a little evasive inside.
As a 35-year-old man, I should have started a family. However, the reality is that I am still alone, and I don't even have a serious girlfriend. I often think that maybe I'm so obsessed with my career that I've left my love life behind.
Now, however, I have come to appreciate how illusory it is to simply pursue money and status. Family and affection are the focus of life. Looking at my mother's aging face, I realized more that I should cherish my loved ones in front of me, rather than always leaving them behind.
My gaze returned to my mother. She was wearing a white apron and teaching me how to make dumplings. I clumsily struggled to get a sense of proportion, squeezing out the filling again and again. Seeing this, my mother just shook her head kindly, and then patiently corrected my posture over and over again.
Watching my mother's skillful movements, my heart welled up. How can I have such a loving mother?
"What's wrong? Aren't dumpling buns good?" Seeing that I was distracted, my mother asked with concern.
"Nothing, Mom. I came back to my senses and tried to pull out a smile, "I was just wondering when you could teach me housework." "
When my mother heard this, she couldn't help but laugh, and her body trembled with laughter. And I, too, was infected by her laughter and smiled from the bottom of my heart.
After dinner, I offered to help my mother clean up the scraps. Seeing this, the mother waved her hand again and again: "Okay, okay, you can rest." "
"It's okay Mom, let me come. "I've started to clean up the table.
At this moment, I inadvertently glanced at the clothes on my body, and suddenly remembered that this padded jacket had been worn for five years. Its color is a bit old, and the neckline and cuffs are a little worn. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so I planned to go back to my room and get a new one.
"Mom, I'm going to change my clothes. I said to my mother, then turned and left the restaurant.
Back in my room, I took off my old padded jacket and was about to change into a new winter coat. At this time, my gaze inadvertently swept to another cotton coat in the closet. It was hand-sewn for me by my mother a few years ago, and although the workmanship was rough, it was full of my mother's heart.
I couldn't help but feel guilty. Over the years, have I been too obsessed with money and career to ignore my family's feelings? Looking at the old cotton clothes in front of me, my mind comes up with the scenes of my mother's hard work to raise me. And I, except for barely maintaining the telephone greetings during the holidays, almost never fulfilled my filial piety.
My eyes couldn't help but moisten. If I could turn back the clock, I would be filial to my mother, instead of focusing on my career and drifting away from my family as I am now.
Just as I was falling into self-reproach, my mother's voice came from outside: "Why did it take so long? Come out, I still have something to say to you." "
I quickly wiped my eyes and picked up my old padded jacket and put it on. When I walked to the dining room, I saw my mother sitting at the table, looking at me expectantly.
I bowed my head and didn't answer. I saw that my mother's eyes became more and more shocked, and gradually, her eyes became moist.
Seeing my mother's appearance made me feel even more guilty in my heart. I stepped forward and hugged my mother's thin body tightly, tears welling up in my eyes.