A dash of gratitude, a dash of heartache, a dash of love, and a dash of sighs

Saturday with wife and children home, year near celebration mother Happy, must go to the streets to buy some good food to entertain us, how to persuade also not.

Mother said: "You do not stop me, you come back, mom cooked a meal please you, not affected, is happy!" I said: "I will accompany you to go!" The mother said cheerfully, "good!" Good! You go, you say buy what, Mom buy what. ”

Mother old age, legs appear very not flexible, walking how can not get up. She was carrying a basket, and walked beside me and talked about some housework.

"The old root of the tree is many, and many people are saying. "Mother this age, natural love ramble, others do not want to listen to, the children can not listen to, it is afraid of pretending to pretend to be faithful listener appearance."

It's a vegetable market across the street. The mother suddenly stopped, and carried basket in her arms, freeing her right hand and reaching out to me ... In a flash, my heart shook up. What a familiar action it is!

When I was in primary school, I had to cross a street every day to get to school. My mother was worried about my safety, and always sent me across the street to get to work. Across the road, she always stretched out her right hand to me, put my little hands in her palm, led to cross the road, and then lowered the body, over and over told: "There is a car don't cross the road."

"Cross the road with someone else." ”

More than 20 years later, the old hand has grown into a pair of men's big hands, the tender soft hand of the former young mother, has become a pair of dry knots deep thick hands, but her hand-holding movement is still so skilled. She ate a lot of pain in her life, and suffered many sins, which she swept away like a sweep of her hair one by one, but the love for her children will never be swept away. Her son, however, is increasingly indifferent to her, even if the January half-load back to see her, but also out of a duty, only to keep others from accusing themselves of not knowing filial piety, ungrateful, not only lack of sincerity, more with selfishness.

I did not hand over, but stretched out a hand from the mother's arms to take the basket, put on the hand, the other hands stretched out to gently hold her hand, said to her: "As a child, every time crossing the road is to hold me, today cross the road, let me hold you!" "The mother's eyes flashed a surprise, and the smile rippling open.

Mom Your legs are not flexible, more crowded car, cross the road to see clearly, do not a footrace with the car. There is nothing difficult at home, no matter how busy, we will come back. I am you a bubble urine a bubble excrement, raise up son ah, you also polite what? ”

The mother then wiped her back with tears.

Lead the mother's hand across the road, the heart has a dash of gratitude, a dash of love, a dash of affection, there are a dash of sigh.

We can love young, but we often forget to be as old as love. For the children, when you hold your children's small hands tightly, do not forget, the parents of the veteran more looking forward to our Ah!

A dash of gratitude, a dash of heartache, a dash of love, and a dash of sighs