Prose | Yellow Warbler: Greeting in the Wind

Text/Yellow Warbler

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has clouds and sunshine. It is precisely because of the lack of the moon that people long for the happiness of the full moon, and only then do they persistently miss and worry about the blood thicker than water feelings between relatives. Between people, there are always comings and goings, between relatives and friends, it is inevitable that there will be greetings and sends, between this welcome and sending, there will be a lot of joy and sorrow, happiness and sorrow. In particular, the farewell of parents to their children is the most inseparable and sad.

One day, re-reading the "Trivia of Returning home" written by Fu Jun's father, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I was very impressed with the scenes recorded in the article. It was one day in October 1990, when my father, who was attending a conference in Hengyang, Hunan Province, suddenly received an urgent telegram from his family in Shanghai, saying that there was an emergency at home. Dad had no choice but to give up the opportunity to visit scenic spots after the meeting and hurried back to Shanghai.

Later, I learned that it was Grandpa who had lost it. By the time Dad arrived home, Grandpa had found it, and the whole family was relieved. Since Dad had gone back, he stayed a few more days. Early in the morning when they had to leave, Grandpa and Grandma went to buy a lot of dishes and make a hearty lunch, and uncles and aunts brought various gifts, as well as tea eggs to eat on the road.

Grandpa and Grandma insisted on sending Dad on the train. However, the train was several hours late that day, and from 1 p.m. that day he left home and waited in the waiting room until 3:30 a.m. the next day before Dad got on the train. 12 hours, it was the middle of the night, the second elder had been guarding, and his father had been advising them to go back, but they just wouldn't.

When the train finally came, Dad described it in the text: "My father carried my luggage and walked fast, that powerful and agile look, still like a middle-aged man in his 40s." The train started slowly, and I saw my father and mother standing in the dim light of the platform, looking hunched over and old. I waved goodbye to them outside the window of the probe car, my son owes them too much..."

The love and care inherited by the blood will indeed be passed on, and Dad has inherited this love and care of grandpa and grandma and given us the next generation. However, we never seem to know how to care for them. As the saying goes, "The mother wants to break the intestine, and the child wants the mother to take on the long shoulder." "Parents want their children to be heartbroken, and children will never do as well as their parents.

Imagine that when my father and mother sent their three sons to school every time, they must have been so affectionate, right? Especially that year to send the eldest son of 16 years old, that is, now my husband, to Wuhan to go to college, the road is far away, to take more than 30 hours by train, then how difficult and happy to send off? Such a warm and sad greeting has been staged in my life, and I can't count how many times.

As we weren't in the same city as they were, as soon as we heard we were going back, no matter how early or late, they would definitely drive to the station or airport to pick us up. Leaving at the end of the holiday, that morning, they must have gotten up early to cook breakfast, let us eat and then go, and asked us to bring one kind of food and another, and then drove us to the station or the airport, no matter how much we persuaded, to insist.

How many winter mornings, the sky is not yet light, we sat on the car that was about to leave, looking at the second old man who did not want to leave under the street lights in the cold wind, that scene, like the scene when grandpa and grandma sent goodbye to their husbands and fathers, I couldn't help but cry. They have always been reluctant to trouble others, but they are so meticulous about their children, relatives, and friends. At the same time as the emotion was moved, I hated myself in my heart for how I was so angry.

When I was in school, I started living in the first year of junior high school and came home every weekend. My mother always prepared oil peppers, dried tofu, etc. for me at home early, and let me take them to school, saying that the school dishes did not have oil and water, nor did they taste good. Say goodbye over and over again.

Later, I went to school farther away, only to go home once a month or a semester, by train. My mother used to pack the things I needed in the kind of large duffel bag that my father used to use in the geological team, and then carried it with my father to the train station.

It was a long road, and I struggled to carry a small bag, but my mother seemed to have no effort at all. They put me in the car, and after another series of instructions, they waited for the car to drive far away before going back. This kind of transfer lasted for 10 years until I graduated from college. They seem to be tireless, but they feel very happy.

"Raising a child knows the grace of the parents." I slowly realized that the kind of love that parents have for their children is always so selfless. Children grow up slowly, but our parents are getting old day by day, "the son wants to raise and does not wait." "While we enjoy the love of our parents, we do everything for our children, and the feeling of indebtedness to our parents is getting stronger and stronger as we grow older."

What cannot be repaid in a lifetime is the kindness of parents. The greeting in the wind is the eternal happiness and warmth of this life, and it is also the debt and pain that cannot be repaid for a lifetime.

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