Pack your bags and send you off

The next morning, because he agreed with the old man to meet in H City, now Lin Hainan had to rush to meet the white-haired old man who was waiting for them with his little friends Youmi and Feng Jianfei, so he got up early in the morning and began to prepare to pack his luggage.

Mother Jiang Yanlan also got up very early today, in order to get up to prepare breakfast for Lin Hainan, but also to pack Lin Hainan's luggage, the most important thing is that she wanted to look at Lin Hainan again, thinking that she didn't know when she would see each other this time, so she got up very early today, she couldn't sleep all night last night, she looked so haggard this morning, and she looked so listless as soon as possible. Her hair was fluffy, and she couldn't bother to wash and dress herself, so she hurriedly prepared what Lin Hainan needed early in the morning.

March. Mother insisted on letting go of everything. Before leaving, she repeatedly asked if her valuables were ready, whether she had enough food, whether she had kept her tickets properly, and so on. In order to make sure that this early spring send-off was safe, she sat quietly in front of the TV last night and listened to the weather forecast for the place where I was going. I followed her again. Under the gray sky, the distant mountains were faintly green, and the wind blew through the fields, carrying a friendly smell of earth.

Lin Hainan held her mother, blocked her hurried castration, and begged her to say goodbye. She was as stubborn as when she sent me out to study under the scorching September sun, which made me helpless and distressed. The platform was crowded with passengers who were going to Tiannan and Haibei. The mother made her way through the crowd and found an open space in the corner of the waiting hall. She put her bulky luggage down and motioned for me to sit on the soft package. I didn't push it, I know that all push and make it useless at the moment. She walked in the waiting hall for a long time and finally picked up a discarded newspaper. When she sat down on the floor, I handed her the white handkerchief in my backpack, and she smiled and said, "You still have to use it all the way, and if I get dirty, how embarrassed you will be to pull it out in front of everyone." After speaking, she lifted her rough sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead and the dust on both sides of her nose. She told me to buy a platform ticket, and she said she had to get me on the train. She forgot that the train I was on didn't arrive until early in the morning, and early morning meant tomorrow.

Lin Hainan said: "The station only sells platform tickets for the day, and platform tickets for the early morning can not be bought until after 12 o'clock." ”

She asked me worriedly, "Is there anyone still going to work in the early morning?"

Lin Hainan patted the back of her hand firmly: "Yes! Yes, there must be!"

Moments later, she fell asleep in the depths of the noisy crowd, with her back against the cold wall. I couldn't bear to disturb her dreams, so I sat quietly on my luggage. I knew that although she was asleep, she was still thinking about my bag, and if I moved, she would wake up from her dream. Sunset spills into the small platform.

My mother woke up and looked at Lin Hainan in a daze: "Are you hungry? Mom bought me something to eat." Lin Hainan shook his head and said, "Mom, let's go to a hotel near the station to sleep for one night, it's not expensive anyway." She thought for a moment, looked at my sleepy face, and finally got up and patted the dust off her clothes. I looked at her sleeping face again. A few strands of withered yellow hair stuck to her flat forehead, wrinkled like a meandering river, all around her eyes. Her snoring is still beautiful, and it still makes me feel kind and grounded. She was afraid of missing the train, so she always asked Linhainan over and over again when she woke up: "Son, what time is it? What time is it?"

After Lin Hainan carefully examined her watch and told her the exact time, she slowly turned around again, and the snoring gradually started. After coming out of the inn, the stars and moon were already shining in the night. I kept telling my mother, "Mom, remember to come back to sleep after I'm gone." She trotted with her luggage and asked me suspiciously, "Okay, aren't we all gone?"

"Okay, of course, this room won't be until twelve o'clock at noon!" Despite the conductor's dissuasion, she forced my luggage into the sleeper car. She said a lot of things that I couldn't remember and that made my eyes come to tears. I dropped her off at the door of the car and reminded her again and again to remember to go back to the hotel to sleep. On the platform in March, there was still a biting cold wind. She stood in the dim light and waved at me, and I couldn't see her face clearly. This parting is another three hundred and sixty-five days.

Lying on the bed of the train, Lin Hainan kept staring at the ticking watch on his left wrist. Lin Hainan was thinking about the scene when her mother was asleep alone, thinking about her stubborn and distressing eyes, and thinking about the back of her stepping on the mountain road back alone. Perhaps, this is the portrayal of all mothers in the world. They exhausted all their energy to raise their children, as if only to send them off again and again. Dear mother, please don't be sad, after parting, you should cherish each other Bloom the most brilliant smile, give tomorrow a more beautiful dream.Dear mother, please shake hands, from now on to go to the west and east.

My mother, we are going to separate for a while, and I will not say anything more about "cherishing and cherishing." In this night that wants to go away, I will try to cast a few little morning stars, although there is not much light, but it can also make the person who walks in the morning happy. Let me have a sail on my heart. The time has come, let us go! There is no need to regret, there is no need to say goodbye, even if the song gradually falls silent, our hearts will beat forever. If I could, I would like to rub everything in my heart into today's separation. But I can't! Let's break up in silence!

You know, this is the silence of a volcano, it is better than all goodbyes! Meeting and farewell, returning sail and leaving the shore, is not only the end of the joy of the past, but also the beginning of the happiness of the futureBecause you should be.

Your figure is a sail, my eyes are a river, how many times I want to keep you, and finally can't.I know that what is rare in the world is friendship, but what is more precious is freedom.You are finally leaving, but you have left the image of the flower, you have left the fragrance of the flower, and you have left the hope that we have watered together.

In the future, as long as I think of you, my years will be forever bright, forever fragrant. We have to separate, softly say goodbye, keep gratitude in our hearts, thank you for giving me that deep friendship, wave goodbye, sail away, what you can't do is the cable of friendship you throw, invisibly firmly tied to my heart. There are no tears, only eternal thoughts and blessings, which resonate deeply in each other's hearts.

But not pessimistic, because we have the hope of meeting in comfort, it is my joy to be your child, and it is my pain to leave you.

Lin Hainan couldn't help but chant sadly in his heart. May the years treat your mother Jiang Yanlan as before, may the years not hurt your cheeks, may the years not take away the joyful smile on your face, and may the years not take away your beauty.

"Mom, when I return, I will be with you for a long time, and I will never be separated again. ”

Lin Hainan's heart is so heavy at the moment, but he can't say it, because at this moment, only he knows how sad his mother is and how sad he is. However, he was a man, and he had to act so lightly that he didn't want his mother to see his sad, cowardly side.

So he pretended to be strong to comfort his mother, and he pretended to be brave to love his mother deeply, and expressed his most sincere love for his mother. Lin Hainan couldn't help but think at this time: When he was a child, the family style was his mother's pure teachings of "whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three Chunhui". From the moment I kissed the earth with the soles of my feet, my mother was like an invisible neon light, growing with me and moving forward with me. At that time, my mother's voice was my childhood nursery rhyme, every word of advice, voice of instructions, like a thousand needles and threads, sewn into a letter bag, always hanging in my heart. The needle and thread are sewn extremely exquisitely, like the sunshine in the cold winter, embellished with infinite love, always warming my bitter and cold heart. My mother was an excellent woman with a husband and children, and she often sang those beautiful ballads in my ear.

Don't forget the hardships of youth, men should be self-reliant, cast a drop of water, and be a spring. It was my mother who made me understand that the sunset illuminates the earth with the afterglow, reflecting the sunset, and I decorate a beautiful dusk with the vastness of the sea and the sunset. Yes, Xiaocao pays silently for spring, and all the spring is an invisible return to Xiaocao. How can I not understand the gratitude of "whoever says an inch of carelessness will be rewarded with three springs"? I will use this as a wing to fly freely in the sky of gratitude forever.

When I grew up, family style was the eternal truth of my father's "it is better to pass on the way of life to my son than to give him a daughter". At that time, my family was quite wealthy, but I didn't live a luxurious life because of it. What I have is only the teaching every time I ask for it: "A porridge and a meal, when thinking is not easy, half a thread and half a thread, persevering in the thought of material resources is difficult"; what I have is only the education every time the money is not enough to spend, "keep the idle time, not afraid of using less time". So, I knew how to make a pact with money, and I understood the good intentions of my father, who taught him by word and deed. My father was an authentic farmer, and he only read a few books when he was a child, but he always seemed to be a cultural person.

He has a forward-looking vision and knows how to cultivate one's family, and he made me understand that it is a success to become strong in the sonorous ambition of poverty, and it is a kind of open-mindedness to be resolute and generous when you are rich. As a result, under the influence of my father's literati thoughts, I gradually matured, but in that familiar ordinary alley, it was difficult to see a back similar to my father's scholarly fragrance, and it was difficult to seek a figure of "voting for my hard work, only seeking peach and plum reward".

Later, the family style is the teaching of the parents' "if there are flowers, you need to respect your relatives, and don't wait for no flowers and empty branches". In order to make a living, I widened my wings and flew farther away, where I had my first dreams and the hope of life. I never forgot that under the elm village next to the entrance of the village, the withered yellow hands of the parents trembled and held an angelica grass, just looking forward to "traveling thousands of miles and returning in time". His eyes were full of swaying and he was choked and couldn't speak. I know that all these goodbyes and reluctance have remained in their hearts and hidden in my heart. It is this angelica that makes me always understand that I must return early and be filial as soon as possible. So, I worked harder and harder outside, just to fulfill my filial piety commitment that year.

There is faith in the same boat on the wind and rain road, which is a filial piety heart and a light oath. The years have quietly passed in the smoke and rain, and the sunset has turned into dusk. The family style grows up with me, and I will eventually reach the paradise where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the clouds are light and the wind is clear.

"Mom, cherish, wait for Nan'er to come back and do your filial piety, at this moment, please forgive your son's unfilial piety. ”

Lin Hainan said that, he hugged his mother Jiang Yanlan deeply, and then turned around and walked towards the airport without looking back, leaving his mother alone in the same place looking at the back of Lin Hainan leaving, with tears in her eyes and choking up. That kind of pain, that kind of parting pain, it hurts my heart and it is difficult to calm down for a long time. In this way, the most feared parting in the world, at this moment, this pain still appeared. Hopefully, all partings are only temporary, hopefully, this parting is for a better reunion, and hopefully, when you return, everything will be the same.

At dusk, a wisp of light smoke floated out of the chimney, and there was still a trace of residual heat on the ground, and the dusk was not as hot as noon, but a little warmth in the refreshing wind. Looking up at the sky, I saw that the red sunset had already dyed most of the sky red, and the shapes were even more varied: Look, a fierce tiger was chasing a little rabbit, running and running, and when it was gone, a horse appeared, and it was running on the boundless grassland...... The color of the sky also changes: crimson, pink, orange, ...... It's like a wonderful magic trick from a master magician, and it's dizzying. When I got closer, I was immediately attracted by this beautiful lotus flower, and the green lotus leaves were squeezed on the water surface layer by layer, and I couldn't help but think of Yang Wanli's poem "Receiving the Infinite Blue of the Lotus Leaves". There are a few water droplets rolling on the lotus leaves, which are really like pearls, shiny. Sometimes they gather into a big drop of water, and their bones slide into the water, like a naughty child! The peacock is made of a large pot of chrysanthemums pruned and shaped, and it holds its head high and its chest opens up to be rich. Its eyes are two red chrysanthemums, like two red agate, inlaid on yellow satin, bright and divine.

There are many colorful chrysanthemums on its tail, like a seven-colored rainbow, which is gorgeous and dazzling. The butterfly is made of purple-red chrysanthemums pruned as a whole, and its two wings flutter. You see, the chrysanthemums are like a shy little girl, revealing a blushing smiling face. The wind, so gentle, drove the small trees and grass to dance together, when a gust of wind came, like a mother's hand gently caressing her face, I liked that feeling, with a hint of coolness, which made people feel refreshed. To enjoy life, you don't have to have the delicacies of the mountains and seas as your companion, nature is the most precious thing that God has given to human beings.

The breeze of May, the fragrance of the acacia flowers on the side of the road, gently blows the cheeks and sideburns of passers-by, blows people's chests, and gently comforts, like a mother's hands. In the beautiful garden, all kinds of chrysanthemums, in a thousand forms, fragrant and charming, competing with each other, there are red, white, yellow, pink, red like fire, white like snow, pink like xia, very beautiful! At night, the sun reluctantly leaves the sky. The beautiful moon casts a silver glow on the earth, and the gentle moonlight is as calm as water, scattered on people's faces. The beautiful sky resembles a blue carpet inlaid with countless pearls. This beautiful manor is Yumi's manor, his father and his family are in the United States, and this manor has not been inhabited for a long time, so this time Yumi came back and asked someone to clean it up by the way, and moved in again. This manor is still so beautiful and attractive, although it is not as good as the manor of Lin Hainan's family, but it is already excellent.