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33833 2010 年 03 月 28 日 00:10 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (25) Category: essays
a few moments, my 42-year-old's birthday.
past few days, received greetings from many friends, old rifle in this deeply grateful.
Some people say, a birthday is the \
mother on this day 42 years ago took me to this world, then, the world will have you know I am.
2010 studio new company, many things have to devote their energies, it is flawless writing new text, or creating pieces of picture posters and the like.
suddenly remembered an article written ten years ago, \
the same time, I wish my mother and all mothers were able to cause a healthy and happy forever!
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live in the modern city a long time, life will simply up. Because the simple,
red wing shoes, slow to forget a few things, and some even lost, and moved that one of them.
fact, I'm not a very easily moved, and this heart of stone not to say I am more often moved too late, or too busy to experience moved I think this may be a tragedy of modern man.
I tried to search in the minds of mad fragment was moved only remember my first real move, appearing in just entered When school gate.
It was a snowy day, timid when I was about to school unfortunately caught by the teacher, which is very strict tutor me is a rare case. I do not know hungry winter wheels and unique, or suffered disappointments caused by acid, small nose badly that he kept Yan Zhao saliva. This state so I can not pay serious attention to the teacher's words and deeds, through a wet window, saw the dark windows of some vaguely floating snow, can not help but bind tightly the cotton-padded jacket, eyes full of emerging hot meals at home ... ...
teachers inculcate adults until night at seven o'clock and more. Outside the snow under the greater, the pale street lamps according to popular frozen teeth cold. At that time the white lights, or rare, its only advantage is energy saving,
red wing heritage boots, so the school put the street lights are replaced with this pale pale light bulb. Especially in the winter, it emits light without any human touch.
I did not bring an umbrella, that age children do not seem to know what romance they simply walked step by step toward the gate, the door stood Several parents of students, holding umbrellas and some warm clothing, to see students like homing birds one by one the arms of their parents enjoy a baby, I really can not stand, a small nose, large temperature difference between the indoor and outdoor and become a little swelling, I think it should be a little bit red.
schools farther from home, you need to take public transportation. Crimping station awning on the thick snow, almost no one below Peng, desolate deserted look. Compartment and no signs of warmth, that seemed a display window is always open,
red wing motorcycle boot, bitter wind is blowing north wind sandwiched snow, let it never let me hiding, wantonly plundered my Yu Wen, very cold.
my family lives in a large factory dormitory,
red wing boot store, away from the station is still a long way. The slogan in the conservation revolution, the street is the place wore a sparse, often eloquent in the fork there, fortunately, is that it will issue a warm light, so that I can feel the warm presence.
out of the car, the snow is still fluttering triumphantly, from time to time falling on my little face, and then into water, icy cold to drip down. Snowy night, people usually got into a warm bed early, after toiling all day that they enjoy the way the best.
the road empty, I coldly, his thin body wrapped in the snow lurches forward, to write a bunch of naive footprints behind.
turn on the piece of straight road, a beautiful picture thing that catches my eye, the road was covered with pure white snow, straight the road, arms outstretched Indus dressed in thick snow suits and old, filled the snow drift sprinkled with patchwork, and, line of sight at the end of the warm lodge lights ... ...
warm light that is my sign, I hope. Because then the right Guaige Wan can see the windows of my house, where there must be a warmer light. That was my nest, in the warm nest, I can, like those students, parents enjoy a warm embrace. I tried to pick up the pace, but in the deep snow in some haste, less speed that, through the snow to know.
Suddenly, I found snow under the curtain in the street with a personal video stand, motionless.
snow so he and other people? Because that figure did not move, so I guess maybe what unknown obstacles, it is unlikely, because this way I have to go twice a day, every detail is so familiar to me. What is it? I think so, and slowly approached the ... ...
son! Is the son?
God! It came a familiar voice Xiang Shicong heaven, enough frozen my entire nervous system, I was stunned, his legs stuck in deep snow, accompanied by swirling snow, like a remote into the fabulous dream. I desperately cold little hand rubbing his eyes, flapping banner in front of snow, I can not believe that standing under the solitary figure on the street was actually his mother. Her hands raised high kept waving in the halo of lights to draw a road in a beautiful arc, like a triumphant return to meet the little warriors, and each time is as full of passion waving.
mother, who was shaken off the snow, toss gently, then slowly fall ... ...
; my heart was shocked with a strong, small nose, feeling kind of sour quickly spread to the eyes, suddenly burst into tears, and then along with the snow fall.
mother is ... ... ... ... me! I sent a trembling voice, choking back tears. I struggled toward the mother's arms, at the foot of the sound of Chi Chi issued, raising a snowing fog.
toward the warm embrace of his mother the moment I looked down, I could not bear to see her mother, the little warrior is so fragile, my heart to feel the shock to the great maternal love, her breathing and murmured comfort.
but I finally did not hold back, eyes filled with tears, leaving the mother's little face lift my hands, wipe the ... ...
through her tears, I clearly see his mother eyes the tears.
my hand and helped his mother,
red wing sale, and her hands were cold. In fact, from the street to my house at most one or two meters, I know my mother a few minutes just to see me in advance, then to endure that baptism of snow relentless. I had the mother's hands,
red wing boots, leaving two rows of footprints in the snow, a pair of large, a pair of small.
that time, I truly knew I was touched. Mother taught me so much and that ordinary life and beautiful touched my life that moved into the inexhaustible source of warmth, I no longer cold. Later, I often thought, perhaps the first time in each life will be touched by the shadow of the mother.
Slowly, I grow up, through many, many road, there are straight, there are bent. But that the road is covered with snow only my heart is always in my heart pave a wide straight road! In its end, a pair of the world's most selfless of the most beautiful eyes, long the snow, the warm lights, quietly waiting, always looking forward to ... ...
old rifle
2000.12.3 am in Shenzhen
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