[what happened during the Spring Festival] it is difficult to repay my parents' favor in this life.

In previous years, whenever I went home during the Spring Festival, as soon as I got out of the railway station, I saw my parents anxiously waiting in the line to pick up relatives at the exit, looking for a needle in a haystack searching for their daughter's figure in the crowd.

When the familiar face of the baby daughter appeared in the eyes of the two elders, they were excited like children, dancing and shouting their daughter's name, staggering to meet them, scrambling to pick up their luggage while checking to see if their daughter had gained any weight. Ask your daughter: have you been bullied outside? Are you hungry? Is it cold? Are you homesick?

Whenever at this time, the daughter will always impatiently look at the various eyes cast around, while pushing the two elders forward, while coping like a reply: good! I'm fine outside, you don't have to worry. I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself. Don't worry. As long as he heard his daughter say that everything was all right, the old man would stop nagging and quietly follow his daughter home.

As soon as I got home, when my daughter comfortably took a hot bath, the father took out the snacks he had bought long ago and filled the table with his daughter's favorite snacks. It seems that my daughter is going to leave soon. I'm afraid she won't be able to eat if she's too slow.

As soon as my mother entered the house, without taking a rest, she flattened up her sleeves and prepared to cook. I saw my parents working hard for themselves. Suddenly, I thought of a sentence: parents' hearts are on their children, and children's hearts are on stones.

Up to now, it is my parents who are working for themselves.

Ashamed, my nose was sore and my eyes were filled with tears. I was afraid that my parents would see it, so I had to look up to the ceiling, hoping that the disgraceful tears could flow back into my eyes, but it still fell stubbornly down my cheeks.

When I stood up and wanted to do something for them, my father pressed me back on the sofa and said: after such a long time on the train, have a good rest, you don't have to do anything, just wait for dinner.

I had to comfort myself: nothing, just show filial piety to my parents in the future. He felt at ease to be a princess for many years, except for the Spring Festival to go home to accompany the two elders for a year. As for the matter of filial piety to parents, it only seems to talk about it, but in fact, it has not done much. I'm always busy with my own business, asking my parents if they need anything. They always say, nothing is needed. I had planned to take the time to accompany them on a trip, but in the end, due to various reasons, it did not come true.

The death of my parents, like a bolt from the blue, came suddenly, so that I still can not accept the fact that they are gone.

In the blink of an eye, the 2015 Spring Festival is approaching, I, as in previous years, eagerly got off the train, excitedly pulled my suitcase, hurried to the exit, looked at the dark clouds along the guardrail, my eyes were like a scanner, carefully scanning every face that came to pick me up, hoping to find the familiar and eager faces of my parents in this crowd. However, unfortunately, after scanning countless times, I still did not see the figure of my parents, even if I did not see a phantom.

Suddenly, a voice haunted my father, my mother was gone, and they went to another world.

Yeah, they're really gone. Otherwise, when the daughter came back, why didn't she come to pick her up? I talk to myself like an idiot.

My tears, like broken beads, rolled down. Under the gaze of all kinds of eyes around me, I wept like a neurotic and hurried home.

When I came to the door, I saw the door tightly locked. In a trance, I seemed to see the door open. It was my mother who opened the door. She greeted her with a smile on her face. I jumped into her arms excitedly. Bang! I hit my head hard against the cold security door, and my husband next to me helped me up and back home, everything was the same, except that there was a thick layer of dust on the sofa and table. Seeing the picture of my parents on the table in the living room, I still smiled serenely. I plopped and knelt down in front of the portrait of my parents: mom and Dad, my daughter has come back to accompany you for the Spring Festival. For a long time in the room, there was silence, and there was no movement about my parents.

When their parents are healthy, they seldom fulfill their filial piety in front of the two elders on the grounds that they are busy, lack of time and money. Now the situation is good, but the two elders have left forever. If you want to give them filial piety, you can't. It was not until this time that I deeply realized the profound meaning of the son's desire to raise but not to be close. However, it is too late to repent! Nothing can start all over again.

It seems that I am: it is difficult to repay my parents in this life! Therefore, I will regret for the rest of my life! The only thing I can do is to pray to my parents: have a good journey!

Author: QQ:1368804279 in Rain