3 sweetness on the plane

December 20, 2018, was still such an unlucky and bitter winter. I couldn't get my mind back.

On the day I registered for university, my parents, at the urging of my grandparents, took a plane with me on a plane with a large bag and a small bag. I still remember the date, especially clearly, August 28, 2014.

This isn't my first flight.

This is a wonderful flight that I am about to step into the university campus with my dream of literature.

The plane took off, the roar of the engine, just like the start of the engine in my country's dream mileage, what kind of market is about to open up? I'm curious, I'm excited, and I'm a little lucky.

Dad's loving eyes watched, that kind of reluctance, that kind of distress, I have never seen it. In my heart, he is a mountain, a mountain with dense forests, flowers, four distinct seasons, and full of magic. His love is always silent, silently affectionate, silently gaze, silently face. Esoteric, keep you warm, let you rely on.

He's the best dad in the world. Every day, I wore a straight suit, ate breakfast handsomely, sent me to school, and then drove myself to work. He was always so attentive, packed everything I had for school, checked over and over again, took my hand, put me in the back seat, and got back in the driver's seat himself. He would turn his head and look at me affectionately, give me a smile, then turn his head, start the car, step on the gas, and drive steadily on the road. In front of me was his back, his broad shoulders, and it was a tall mountain. When I arrived at the school gate, he would neatly unbuckle his seat belt, jump out of the car, open the back door gentlemanly, and pull me down like a queen with his broad, strong and warm big hands, and gracefully hold my little hand and let me get out of the car slowly.

Then he took out the schoolbag in the front seat, let me carry it on my shoulders, and wasted no time in reminding me, "Baby, don't worry, stretch your clothes, brush your hair, go beautifully, grandparents will come back to pick you up in the afternoon." ”

I will happily walk into the campus to the accompaniment of his male magnetic voice and start my day of studying.

On the plane, his eyes were still so kind, but there was more solidification, there was still a trace of tears in his eyes, he endured, and on his face, the smile was so unnatural, I know, in 18 years, I have never left him for such a long time, he is reluctant, I am reluctant.

And my mom by my side. My mother was always so elegant in my heart, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses added infinite brilliance to his beautiful face. My mother always paints light makeup, and she always wears no makeup at home, but he looks better than those who wear makeup, and if you want to say that there are fairies in the sky and beautiful women in the ground, my mother is the beauty of the beauties. When I was in high school, he was as careful as my father, afraid that I would be angry, always amused me, and did everything possible to give me beautiful clothes, never the same, and cooked me all kinds of delicious food. He always has a happy smile on his face, and his mouth is always beautiful, thoughtful words.

Since my first year of junior high school, menarche came, and my mother became my bosom sister. She is not as nagging as the average mother, but she is more attentive, considerate, and warmer than the average mother. Adolescent rebellion came when I was in high school. I didn't have the grumpy nature of my girlfriends, nor did I have the urge to fight with my parents like they did, although there seemed to be a hot current in my blood, and I seemed to have a devil in my heart, and when I saw my mother's kind face, I never had the courage to fight him again.

The night before the college entrance examination, I was under the light, seriously revising. Mom brought in a bowl of hot ravioli, the heat smoking, and a few beads of sweat hung on the tip of his nose, and the chaotic heat ignored his beautiful face. Through the hot air, I suddenly noticed that there were subtle crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.

I don't know where the grievances come from? When my mother put the wontons on the table, I rushed up and hugged her tightly, with my immature little face, clinging to her beautiful face, tears came out of my eyes, my growth is her vicissitudes. For 18 years, she has taken great care of me and added to her crow's feet.

She was terrified, patted me on the shoulder, and whispered to me, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" Tell me if there's anything, let's face everything together, don't scare your mother. ”

In order not to make him sad, I didn't dare to mention the crow's feet on the corners of her eyes, so I quickly broke into tears and laughed, "Mom, I love you so much, you work hard for me day and night, but I can't help you at all, I am touched by you." ”

Mom also gave up the nervousness on her face and soothed me with his usual kind smile. She gently raised her hand, touched my hair, shaved my little nose, and smiled happily.

Mom said, "Why are you so strange today, child?" Tears at every turn, scared me to death, you're not distressed, you're scaring me. You have been so well-behaved since I was a child, it is the best gift God has given me, my father and I are very happy, and our family is proud of you. You haven't let us worry about it since you were a child, you study so well, and you are so obedient, you look like a fairy, and you don't make a fuss like other children in adolescence, you know how happy we must be. ”

I said, "Mom, I will listen to you for the rest of my life, and I will definitely be a sweet little padded jacket for you and my father." But I hope that both of you don't work so hard, make my dad stronger, make my mom more beautiful, and the more I grow up, the happier and happier I become. Let you live a happy and happy life. ”

Thinking about it, the corners of my eyes moistened, and in order not to let the two of them see, I turned my head and looked out the window.

The vast blue sky is extremely clear, a white cloud, floating under the blue sky, like white silk waving, and like white flowers in the open, with the advance of the plane, a piece of white clouds, pierced by the wings of the plane, vast as clouds, like a dream, the sun in the distance, emitting the light of the road, the charming blue sky and white clouds, my thoughts, from the reluctance to love, into this boundless sky, the huge clouds, like Dad's broad shoulders, like a mountain, more like a mother's smiling face, so pure, So white, so beautiful in bloom, if it weren't for the window of the plane, the fragrance would definitely make you intoxicated.

In my heart, there is a warm current, that is, my father's silent love, my mother's kind smiling face, and the meticulous care of the two of them, which is invisible, but can be felt, hope and expectation. I secretly made up my mind, dear mom and dad, your daughter, is a person who knows gratitude, I must be the best person, let your love blossom, bear abundant fruits, make you proud, let you be proud of me.