today, the elephant Guangzhou vector
mother is really old, the child is entangled. Every time you call, always ask enthusiastically: when will you return? Home? And not to mention more than 1000 miles away, to turn three cars, just work, children have made me feel free, where can I take the time to go home. My mother's ears were not good. After explaining for a long time, she still said eagerly, "when will you be back?" Several times, I finally did not have the patience to shout loudly on the phone. At last she heard clearly and hung up the phone silently. A few days later, the mother asked the same question again, but the tone was timid and lacking in tone. Like a child who is not reconciled to his heart, he knows that he is asking white questions, but he can not help it. My heart was soft and I sang. My mother was not tired of seeing me, and she was happy at once. She happily described to me: the pomegranates in the backyard are blooming, and the watermelons are ripe. Come back. I embarrassed to say: so busy, how can I ask for a holiday? She hurriedly said: you said Mom got cancer, only six months of life! I immediately blamed her for her nonsense, and she laughed.
when I was a child, when it was windy and raining, I didn't want to go to school. I had a pain in my stomach. I was read by my mother and got a good scolding. Now that she was old, she taught her daughter to lie, and I was very angry and funny. Such a question and answer kept on repeating. I finally couldn't bear to tell her that she would go back next month, and my mother was choking with joy. But somehow, there are always busy things. Everything is more important than going home. Finally, I can't go back. The mother on the phone seemed to have no strength to say another word. I was filled with guilt: Mom, did you get angry? Mother listened this time. She said quickly, "I am not angry with you, child. I know you are busy. But a few days later, mother's phone was getting tighter. She said, "ripe grapes, ripe pears, come back to eat." I said, what's so rare? It's all over the street. It costs ten yuan and eight yuan to eat enough. My mother was unhappy, and I took the trouble to coax her: but those things were fed by chemical fertilizers and pesticides. The mother laughed with pride. On Saturday, the temperature was so high that I dared not go out, and I left the air-conditioner to stay at home. The children shouted that the ice cream was gone, so I had to go downstairs to buy it. I suddenly saw the figure of my mother on the street of steaming fumigation.
she looked like she had just got off the car, with a basket on her arm and a heavy bag on her back, she bent her waist and left and right, afraid that someone else had touched her. In the crowded crowd, the mother struggled every step. I called her in a loud voice. She hurriedly lifted up her face full of sweat, and looked around, and saw me coming. I was surprised to say nothing. As soon as I got home, my mother happily lifted up those things. Her hands were exposed to blue veins, and ten fingers were covered with adhesive tape, with a scab on the back of her hand. The mother smiled and said to me, "eat, you eat quickly. This is all I picked out." My mother, who had never been far away, came all the way to me just for one sentence. She sat on the cheapest, air-conditioned bus, which was hot and crowded, but the water grapes and pears were intact. I can not imagine how she came all the way. I only know that in this world, wherever there is a mother, there are miracles. My mother only stayed for three days. She said I was too hard to work early and to take care of the children. She did not dare to touch the kitchen facilities, for fear that it might be broken. She quietly booked the ticket and quietly walked alone.