It is still the season of flying snowflakes, the winter day of flying snow, the difficult road after the snow, the hazy smoke in front of the eyes, the scene has not changed, but the buildings rising on both sides of the road, quietly talking about their own thoughts in the wind and snow. Whenever at this time, no matter how strong the cold wind is, no matter how crazy the blizzard is, I will listen to the howling north wind, step on the proud snow in the smoke, and struggle on this familiar road.
Along the footsteps, one foot down close to the knee, the wind swept the snow, pouring vigorously into the eyes. Just ahead, looking from afar, one side of the house was surrounded by snow, quietly waiting for the snow to continue to fall, and a wisp of smoke came out of the chimney, oblique by the wind, trying to find the direction he wanted. I pushed open the door and went in. My parents sat around on the hot Kang. When I saw me come in, my mother used to say not to come with such heavy snow. While slapping the snow on my body, I said that the snow was too heavy, the school was closed for a day, and I came back to sweep the snow. The father said, "Don't sweep the snow before you know when it's going to fall. Come and get warm." Seeing that my father bowed, I leaned on the edge of the Kang and extended my hand to the Kang head. A warm current fell down my fingers to my heart, warm. Mother said, "look at the smoke firecrackers outside. When the farm was built, the snow was much heavier than this. We were eating porridge on this side, and there was already ice on the other side." it was really bitter at that time. The father went on to say, "it was a bitter time. I remember 60 years when it was really a difficult time. Once I brought back a bean straw nest. My mother happily went up and took a bite, stabbed her throat, put down her nest head, howled and cried. Where have you ever had that pain?" I looked at my parents and listened to the stories they had told many times. His father was one of the 100,000 officers and men who went to the northern wilderness, and his mother was a young man in the border area of Shandong, who was nearly 80 years old, but to them, the past was as fresh as it had just happened, especially as if he was stationed in their hearts and could not bear to leave.
If I didn't listen to you, I went to clear the snow, so that I wouldn't be too busy with the snow. I said that I had stood up and went straight to the door, and my mother followed me: no need to sweep, no need to sweep. Look at the snow scraping down, it will fill the yard again, don't bother. I pushed my mother: come into the house quickly, I am also idle, sweep and play. I said deliberately and easily, and sent my mother into the house. I looked around the yard, trying to find snow tools, but my heart tightened for a moment. I was no longer familiar with the yard, and the memories of my childhood spread all over the yard like snowflakes, looking at everything I was familiar with. I really hope that all my thoughts will bring me back to the warm and sweet days when I can't come back.
Some people say that happiness is when you are accompanied by your parents when you are young, happiness when you are in love with the people you love, and happiness when you have children. If you ask me, when you are an adult and your parents are still alive, it is your greatest happiness. How many years can our parents accompany us? When I was a child, I didn't know how to cherish it. I felt that my parents' love for me was only natural. When I was in primary school, I felt that my parents were so annoyed. I talked about the same thing every day, that is, to study hard. When I went to college, I was not only far away from my parents, but also held out my parents' tuition fees saved for me by frugality and frugality. Work, but always take the busy work as the reason, can and friends Trinity gang two, but do not want to accompany their parents at 01:15. Married, living their own happy little family, but rarely think of their parents. Now my parents are old, but their love for me is not old. I can't find what they used to be, but their smile on me is still rippling in my heart.
How many years can we have parents, parents teach us to walk, teach us to talk, teach us to be human, but the years are their pale sideburns, whenever I want to say to my parents, but when I swallow them, I know that having parents gives us their selfless concern. My parents' waistline is no longer tall and straight, their cheeks have been marked with traces of time, but their love songs are still playing around me, and their broad love is always intertwined with me, whether in the cold winter or in the white world.
Now, it is another severe winter of snowflakes flying, snowflakes fluttering silently, I seem to be back to my childhood, my parents' love for me seems like a lifetime ago, I really want to embrace my parents' arms, with the flying snow all over the sky, turn into spring light rain, nourish the land of Sanjiang.
At this time, let me shout loudly, the greatest happiness is to have parents for a lifetime.
Author: Li Xiulan
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