(Memory of the mother, written in the first person)

The car is starting again.

The face that had just swayed outside the window made me stunned for a moment, perhaps because I missed it too much, and I actually recognized a woman outside the car as my mother.

She stood elegantly, and the traces of time had crept up on her face, and the slightest wrinkle added a few wisps of tenderness. Carrying a bag, I don't know what to say to the woman next to me, just like my mother taught us when we were children when we did wrong things. It's as tranquil as ever.

Car, start. The woman's figure was slowly pulled away, and the trees outside the window kept receding, and the sunlight was dappled and full of memories.

I am the eldest in my family, and I have a younger brother and a younger sister. Due to the superbirth, when I was a child, my family also went through several twists and turns, and my residence was not fixed. It's not too much to describe it as displaced. When I was a child, I was young, and I didn't understand my mother's sorrow under the lamp late at night, and I patted my younger siblings who were still asleep with a stunned expression. Although the family is not rich, it is still said that it is past to make ends meet. There is no competition for things like other children, even the love of their mothers. However, the younger brothers and sisters are also overly sensible, growing up together, crying together, and making trouble together. Resist together when punished, and share together when rewarded. The time with them is always sweet, even under the pressure of work and life now, I can still feel the sweetness of relish.

Our parents treated us very well, and we lived up to our parents' expectations, and we both went to university. It's just that my younger brother went to Wuhan, and I was in Guangzhou. Fortunately, my sister and I are in the same city, and we are relatively close to each other. Mother smiled and said that it was always good to have someone to keep you company. It's just that it's a little far away from my parents. In my impression, my mother has always been gentle and gentle, not fighting or grabbing, and she has been gentle with her neighbors for so many years. I've never seen my mother cry. But the first time I left home, my mother's reddish eyes stung me. At that time, I realized the responsibility I shouldered and the light in my mother's eyes.

It's just that at work, I often ignore my mother. I live a 9-to-5 life every day, in the papers, between the words, and I am busy living every day. By the time I came to my senses, it was already too late.

Two weeks ago, my mother had surgery. As a daughter, I didn't stay with her. I can even feel my mother's fear and worry at the time, and if I could have stayed by the bedside, held her hand, and gave her an encouraging smile, maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty now. Walking alone in this world every day, I give up a lot, but I also gain a lot. I thought I was old enough to be on my own, to grow into a big tree, enough to shelter them, but now it doesn't seem to be enough.

Some people say, when I was a child, your hand held my hand to watch the fireworks in the world. With a white head, my hand is holding your hand to see the prosperity of the world. The growth of the young sapling has to go through many, many things, wind and rain, muddy stains, tyrannical lightning and thunder. However, if you survive it, you will be able to truly grow until you grow into a big tree.

The car has arrived. It's time for me to get out of the car, I miss my mother very much, looking at the sunset, the drunken evening breeze blowing in my face, and the feeling of home is coming as scheduled.

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