"Fictitious Essays" №.48 Mother

 Let our child sleep in the mother's arms, let the mother's hope be pinned in the child's dream When the sun in March gently caresses the earth and the spring breeze also brings the news of the growth of the grass Let our child sleep in the mother's arms The mother's hope is pinned in the child's dream, when the flowing water floats slowly, the drunken spring rain also nourishes the miracle of the budding green field, and the children leave some dusty memories, so that they will know how to go to the bitter memories in the future. How much frankincense is in the mother's arms How many soft whispers in my sweet sleep

Sitting slumped on the soft sofa, his eyes glanced at his mother, who was watching TV, and suddenly realized that her mother was much older, fortunately, she was healthy. Going to the market to buy vegetables, Zhang Luo's family has three meals, which has not changed for decades. It's just that the gray hair contrasts with the portrait of his youth on the wall. Really, no one can escape the fact that youth always turns gray. Neither can you, nor can I reject this natural phenomenon.

I can't remember the memory of being in my mother's arms when I was a child, let alone the sweetness of frankincense in my arms, and I can't remember crying in the cradle. All the things I learned from my childhood were later learned from adults. It sounds like they are all stories of other people. After all, I really have no memory at all. And childhood is also remembered in bits and pieces. When I heard the song "Childhood", I also entered adolescence. At that time, I was also concerned about "Why the girl in the next class hasn't passed by my window yet". Where can I remember any character? thing.

Years pass by like this, and my mother is just a mother that everyone has in my heart, nothing special. When I entered the workplace, I was busy at work, and I didn’t have enough time. At most, I remembered the lyrics of “An inch of time is an inch of gold, the teacher said that an inch of gold can’t buy an inch of time”, and I hated myself for not studying hard. And my mother didn't seem to have appeared in my childhood. When I came home when I was disappointed, lost in love and decadent, I accepted the "care" of my mother as a matter of course. At least three meals a day were absolutely not to worry about. I want to thank but I can't say it, so I don't say anything.

After tossing and turning over the age of 30, there are occasional absent moments in life, and the image of my mother slowly comes to my mind. There is no incident that triggers the memory of my mother. Everything seems to have been set in the genes long ago. It starts up naturally. In retrospect, the mother brought up several children, how many bitter moments, and how much hope poured into our dreams. Although we didn't make those dreams come true, Mother was not to blame. Right now she just wants her children to be safe and healthy, as we all hoped when we slept peacefully in her arms.

Now, we know how to make my mother laugh, and we don't need to pay anything, just tell some interesting things about life, and my mother can't stop laughing. Sometimes when she was gossiping, she suddenly said she wanted to follow TV series, and then she talked about the stories in the drama and the disputes between good and bad people. I can only pretend to ask, who is the good person and who is the bad person, but the mother is careful from the source. Speaking of. And when I asked about her childhood, she replied: I'm old, I can't remember, I remember what to do. Yes, youth has reached gray hair, and I am afraid I can't remember it.

I got up from the soft sofa and looked at the portrait of my mother when she was young on the wall. She couldn't remember that things when we were young were not important at all. The most important thing is that my mother is healthy and safe.