People over 30, started in the festival was unable to articulate sadness and lonely. Years passed slowly, at the same time, and that the passage of a secure and clear the youth, and this is the inevitable it. Mature life
May this day, I decided to sleep, and YangYang big half day stood at the window staring blankly. That night comes, son climbed up to my knees, "mom, today I sleep with you, I don't trust you, let me play with you, ok?" Then, the boy looked at my face, mused, after a long time, and he said, "mom, you are very lonely." There is a kind of tone and 8 years old age not match the desolate and pity, my whole body heavily a shock.
In this full of festive and lively festival, and who can sense I emotional the subtle, however, with his little son that young heart describe the ups and downs of my emotions and give me a deep comfort. Son is not and I sleep at ordinary times, the idea behind the intention, in my heart with the sunlight.
Early morning, son from sleep and wake up to see side, I smiled, on my face kissed and pro, then he my chest outside his height, with a sigh, passionately say: "mother, you see, I have long to you here? You put me to raise to so big, you really hard! I brought up again a bit, you will be old. Mom, wait till you get old, I will accompany you!"
A deeply touched, in my eyes slowly into the sweet tears. I put my son in her arms tightly hug.
Veins are interlinked, family in harmony, and in the morning, because such a son, for family, loneliness has come so far away.
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