Hu Ye said: "Love you, destined to be silent The breeze swept through his ears, and he pulled the fingertips of his hair with familiar strength. Clusters of clouds in the sky were occasionally swept by airplanes, leaving painful traces.

"Mom, when are you coming back?" Two fingers pinched the phone case, complained at the flickering curtain, leaned back on the sofa, and cocked Erlang's legs.

"What's wrong?" The voice from the other end of the phone was a little hoarse, I don't know if the person who spoke had a problem with his own voice, or if the electromagnetic waves magnetized the person's voice, in short, it sounded so harsh. "It's nothing, just ask." Habitually answered, waited for a while, and it didn't seem that he was going to say anything more, so he simply hung up the phone.

Squinting his eyes, this is the third day that Mom is not at home, and Dad, who is already busy with work, comes home even less. Pick up a scattered newspaper from the coffee table, fold it into a plane and throw it out the window, plane, plane, please tell Mom, if only she could come back early to spend my birthday with me?

The night was dark, and the sky outside the window seemed to be splashed with a large pot of black paste, and the stars struggled in the black, trying to shine their own light.

Jingle bell, the restless reminder of the mobile phone to accept the message, it was sent by Mom and Dad together: Baby, happy birthday. It turned out that the two of them were together, but they didn't come back, and I was in this house, just for decoration? Why is it that I have no one to accompany me on my birthday?

Tears are falling down one by one, like pearl rice, if tears can also be sold by two pounds, then I, am I already a rich man?

Slowly crawling out of bed barefoot, walking on the cold floor, before I knew it, I was in front of my closet. There were several huge bows on the wardrobe, and I gently stroked the folds left by the years on them, which my dad had given me in a beautiful shawl at my birthday party a few years ago. When I got home, it took me the whole afternoon to put them all in my closet with super glue. At that time, my father sat on the edge of my bed and looked at my masterpiece and stroked my head: "Good job, you can think of Dad when you see the bow every day in the future!" Yes, I can think of my father, but it's hard to see him anymore. Since then, Dad has been getting busier and busier, and he has been busy with my birthday wishes for three years, silently muttering in my heart: Dad, come back once, Dad, come back once......

Gently opening the door of the closet, trying to find a coat to drape over my shoulders, rummaging around, none of which is worthy of my current heart. The innermost one, I looked at it a few times, pulled it out, and there were several patches on it, all of which were my mother's handiwork. This was the most popular style of clothing of the year, and because I was reluctant to throw it away, my mother always secretly got up at night to help me patch up the broken places. Now the torn clothes are on the mouths, the long and short threads, all of which are my own craftsmanship.

Wearing this dress, the sleeves are obviously much shorter, and they can only slightly cover the shoulders. Walking into the living room, the fluorescent stickers covering the walls radiate cold light like stars in the dark night. I remember that when I first posted it, my mother, who went to the toilet at night, mistakenly thought that it was dozens of pairs of wolf eyes. Remembering my mother's expression when she ran to my room that day to complain, I couldn't help but laugh, and the tears that had just reached the corners of my mouth flew out along the corners of my mouth. The tears that had not been shed stopped in my eyes, and I noticed that the cat's eye of the door suddenly cast a beam of orange light, which seemed so dazzling in the dark room.

Who would come back at this time in such a late night? Is Aunt Wang, who plays mahjong at night, going downstairs again? Or is Uncle Li's house next door a guest again? The moment I looked into the cat's eyes, I knew I was wrong, it was two people ---- my parents!

"Shhhh "I know, you say, do you want to miss us!" Hehe, I don't know, I just know that my daughter has made a wish in the past three years, hoping that someone will come home!" I'm sorry, I'll be back often in the future. The voices of the two of them, one big and one small, sounded in the hollow stairwell, coming in from the cat's ears, so faint and so clear. Finally, the rubbing sound of the key and the lock that I had expected sounded, and with a click, I saw two monkey-like faces probing my brain.

Both of them saw me, too, wearing only a shirt and an old coat. "Baby, I haven't slept yet!" Dad was a little surprised, and almost threw away the cake box in his hand. The cake box was covered with bows of all sizes, and my dad had never forgotten my love for bows. "I was going to surprise you." Mom started changing shoes, threw their bags down the couch, and came over and hugged me. Dad came over and pinched my face after putting down the cake.

I thought, at this time, the tears in my eyes must have dried, but why do I still feel a little moist in my nose?

After the celebration, looking at the tired parents lying on the sofa, I felt a warm burst of sweet things like honey surging into my heart, and the love of my parents was silent.

"The love of parents is silent." I heard the old coat in my voice say to me, I heard the glowing green sticker say to me, I heard the bow on the cake box say to me. These things can't speak, but instead of my parents, they represent their love, they are always by my side, they are silent things, but when I understand the meaning they represent, they become sound things, they have souls.

The love of parents is destined to be silent, destined to be silent, to follow us, to exist in different situations, and to confess in silent silence.

Shhhhh "I know, you know, you say, does my daughter miss us!" Hehe, I don't know, I just know that my daughter has made a wish in the past three years, hoping that someone will come home!" I'm sorry, I'll be back often in the future. The voices of the two of them, one big and one small, sounded in the hollow stairwell, coming in from the cat's ears, so faint and so clear. Finally, the rubbing sound of the key and the lock that I had expected sounded, and with a click, I saw two monkey-like faces probing my brain.

Both of them saw me, too, wearing only a shirt and an old coat. "Baby, I haven't slept yet!" Dad was a little surprised, and almost threw away the cake box in his hand. The cake box was covered with bows of all sizes, and my dad had never forgotten my love for bows. "I was going to surprise you." Mom started changing shoes, threw their bags down the couch, and came over and hugged me. Dad came over and pinched my face after putting down the cake.

I thought, at this time, the tears in my eyes must have dried, but why do I still feel a little moist in my nose?

After the celebration, looking at the tired parents lying on the sofa, I felt a warm burst of sweet things like honey surging into my heart, and the love of my parents was silent.

"The love of parents is silent." I heard the old coat in my voice say to me, I heard the glowing green sticker say to me, I heard the bow on the cake box say to me. These things can't speak, but instead of my parents, they represent their love, they are always by my side, they are silent things, but when I understand the meaning they represent, they become sound things, they have souls.

The love of parents is destined to be silent, destined to be silent, to follow us, to exist in different situations, and to confess in silent silence.