Illuminate every corner of the heart, warm every cold winter

Your child is born, the limbs are sound, the cries are loud, and your tears of joy flow in a face. Your heart is soft at that time.

His first time to suck breast milk, first call mom and dad, the first time will walk, the first time their own meal, the first time to wear their own clothes, your smile boundless. At that time, your heart is soft.

He is sensible, see you off work he will say I love you, play outside enough he will rush you run to let you hug, he expresses love to you will take the initiative to kiss your cheek, he did wrong will be full face is tears to you mistake. At that time, your heart is soft.

Every time he gets sick, every time he falls, every time he hurts, every time he's frustrated, you feel the same. At that time, your heart is soft.

His every success, every victory, every time the re-start, each time the more and more courage, you for his sincere happy. At that time, your heart is soft.

He is in love, he is married, he has his own little family, he has his own children, you accompany him to experience his every important moment. At that time, your heart is soft.

During this period, you have the first strand of white hair, with the first wrinkle, may not work very well, maybe life is not too good, but because of him, you tell yourself it's okay to be strong. Because Love is your Achilles heel and your fortress.

Even if you are not married, there are no children. It doesn't matter, you should know, in a lot of moments, your heart is also soft.

When you evening study in the pouring rain of the school door to see the mother for you, when you entered the university for the first time home to see mother tears father pretended smile. At that time, your heart is soft.

When the work comes home occasionally, you find the father's eyes began to presbyopia, the mother's nagging began to become more, the father's back obviously rickets, he also patted your chest, he said, dad is not old yet, see mother again in the kitchen, those meals are your favorite food, when you go out, Occasionally look back to see your parents leaning on the door frame toward your direction. At that time, your heart is soft.

When you have a major setback, you hear the parents on the phone said, not afraid, really can not go home, there are parents, always have you a mouthful of food. You know, you can't go back and rely on your parents. At that time, your heart is soft.

When this world your dearest two people, has become the wall hangs the photograph, the cemetery Two handful loess, the tombstone two names. At that time, your heart will soften them into a sea.

At the end of the day, you'll find that every inch of your time with your parents is soft. If the parents are our previous lives, the children are our future generations, then, those who have a soft moment, long time in the vine, firmly connected to the two ends of Samsara. Regardless of which paragraph is cut out, is the heart of our love, can illuminate every corner of our hearts, warm every cold winter.

Illuminate every corner of the heart, warm every cold winter