My life is doomed to be lonely, no one can accompany you to go all the way, a pass by, a friendship, a love, a love, it will end with the left one, forget is not true desire, that is the meaning of that journey.
My father, mother is the Northeast native people in rural areas, although a lifetime of mountain, ploughed a lifetime, but they still use the most simple and most extravagant love I sent out over my land.
Seventeen eight year old, silly me parents love. Perhaps the TV to see more, will love his fantasy in the easy to the age of dreaming, also may be curious about others. Therefore, I hard, finally the mother was told me about that’s their story.
Although it was allowed to free love, but her father, the mother is a distant relatives introduced. The father said, when the mother with two braids, tall, very beautiful, to know the father than the mother to be shorter for a head, but this did not affect their love. My father will give mother sent several autumn ripe fruit, ride four km bicycle, mother said, when she saw her father sweating like my special articles. In order to get grandma’s favor, the father often go to help to do farm work, mother always do some of his favorite dishes, as the father at this time although poor, but full of happiness.
Is about a snowy winter, the father of the mother came into the house, not a high-profile wedding, not gorgeous dress, but she was still willing to marry a few words, giggling man. Two years later in May, I was born, the mother said, when I was little, red, and ugly, but his father doesn’t mind, said as long as health is good. Others say the confinement, baby long opened, and I was ugly, my mother always worried about, and my father always smile.
The mother smiled memories of my first time, first time to climb, the first time to walk, the first call dad, mom…… Originally I had given them so many happy memories, and I didn’t know. Let mother worry about the thing goes, have of preschool I, still ugly, when the kids are doesn’t like play with me, only the father is willing to accompany me, with branches in the yard teaches me to write, in Daliushu taught me recite poems…… Said the mother, until the third grade primary school, I had some changes, the skin is not so black, the face becomes fleshy, my grades are good at that time, the students also not play games with me.
Later, I probably have a memory. Primary school graduation that year, I was the first town, a lot of people come to congratulate, father and mother sat on the bench at the last laugh, I think they must be very proud. After junior high school, I used to live in, from a week to a month, half a year later, may I have a habit of days away from home, but pulled off deep thoughts. Every home, saw his father’s gray hair is eye-catching, her wrinkled cheek, let me be at a loss what to do, is years away their most beautiful moment, and I in their lifetime to steal everything they had better, now, although I don’t have beautiful appearance, but the generous, and they are growing old.
In the spring of 2014, the song “where are all the time”, singing my heart most deep pain. The work of a few years, the number of home is less, when I hear the hoarse voice father phone, always remember that when telling a story for me, accompany me to play, he’s young, young mother when a few pictures, but she is still the memory like father described.
My father, mother, you use the old life, beautiful in my face, and I will return, for what?