Journey of my life

Preamble: (Fast forward twenty years that have passed, and shortly we bid farewell to the youth has been completely independent look back and mother together spent twenty years have changed, Duwu, think the situation Diaolan jade puzzle should still force change and now she is really old, really want to do something for her, and there I do not know where to start, she worked hard life no one make her leisurely down, unable to let go of mother and son the family chaos write something to and comfort the heart of their own chant Thanksgiving, recording her bit by bit in the past life is a deep sense of affectionate ...)

............ Journey of my life the mother I lit dawn open a person's life journey, I'm glad that a cycle of life that she let me into a real person has a life. I appreciate her so her blood flowing in the body, from the psychological the bones reveal she gave me everything, inherited her rustic and simple character. I was not born in a scholarly family nor House of merchants, in the ordinary, but a family of three, but she only culture I taught writing she handed me the language and text given that I am a man the kind and tolerant. She is very humble people is also very good, the memory of her hard work, dragged his old body with cheap labor in exchange for my book tuition sixtieth year is still toiling for me to study the school paid unusual hardships, but unfortunately my qualification dull negative expectations.

Her silence to pay everything, but the time to let her old ... clearly yesterday young, she can now more common in the wrinkles and gray hair, there are more and more emaciated body thin as a sheet of paper. I can not like a little lamb who refused to leave Lianzhao her bud blooming beautiful made nurtured her body leaving traces forever, Thanksgiving moved to get beautiful and lose in life reproduction. Every mother should be ordinary and great.

The mother locked depression brow revealed a warm, kind eyes, quivering moved my heart a little lonely sad there makes me feel a trace of guilt, sad years no trace her and she was almost dusk shake time the power to change all owe unruly student to bring her pain, a lot of immaturity and causing her worry about me. Remember the memories of that period of pain, can not erase the shadow of my heart. A period of painful memories, even now to think of it is also a lingering fear, remorse had the wrong pay two Hupenggouyou bring my injury. Just because a trivial misunderstanding caused by the conflict, nearly brandished a knife in my body, I remember my head injury in bed wrapped in a bandage trip ...

The mother quietly wait at the bedside all night, afraid sorrowful between lost something, her moment not care on sleep a wink. Swelling of the eyes haggard looked at me blankly, eyes that says I am difficult to read the content. When she looked at me kind of eyes I shall never never forget that look is a boat weeping women profusion sad. Noon, when I'm craving a popsicle, but did not dare move the mouth, a move in the face of the jaws is injured on the pain, want to want ice cream sweet juice infiltrated my throat. The mothers meet I begged or buy one, she slowly ripped a hole, this time, the mother of a small action, yet her as the mother of the most original love forever fixed in a moment, her hand firmly holding cold ice cream on the cover in his chest, little by little, the intentions of the melting temperature of these cold, little by little, slowly feeding back to me to drain food. Every look like I'm taking every action she carefully, concentrate on feeding like a mother bird returned from feeding the chicks look like. Do not care about others see her silly action. She looked at me quietly, engrossed watching trip in her side of the people, at the moment, silence speaks. Mercy in her tired eyes with sad, deep brow and temples temples of white hair on the surface in front of me moved, a myriad of thoughts. Weathered hands gently caressed my face the considerate action suddenly my blood was never had a warm overflowing systemic, the points touched told me: I am in the position of her mind is so important. Feelings inadvertently revealed low over a thousand words, my heart surging up. Meng rise, is in ruins, why flies life makes her so that ah? My heart at this moment suddenly freeze time of stagnation, swallow the juice of spin in the throat. Gorky said all the glory and pride of the world are from the mother, can I bring it to her but it is sad Scar. I had to be buried in the plot of a movie earthquake mother and deep feelings ashamed, and I did not even do anything to let her have the comfort of things to. Her eyes tears of regret can not be self-suppression, the instant's touched the soul at the moment it contains ten thousand kinds Qingsu, love thawed out, the heart is shocked, awakened dream should not let her sad and haggard eye socket Since the times of grief and remorse after I gradually mature ...

Inexperienced after almost a year that a few days of the Spring Festival to stay with her, because outside year round busy private companies work. So curl of smoke into her hope I stay away from home, the blossoming of Baiyun Cheng I miss in the distant. Sometimes playing a phone call, always ask: "Where are you? When ready to go home ah? What are you doing? Must be good ...". She stubborn, always flashing her determined eyes, refused to leave the mend hand job, which has become a part of her life. Idle afternoon sitting room backs to come up with little clothing she is wearing old flower border pinning should touch Teng half a day. Although slow, but she look seriously and carefully mending. Loving mother hands of line, wandering clothing, these memories about her childhood with me still vivid in my mind. Whenever Jia Rong elderly company meeting the chorus from the song "Grateful Heart" I will be in my mind emerge out of her shadow, an affable and kind. Your body is affected by the parents, as the Son of man, how can not sentimentally attached to it?

The mother had a good voice, sing and dance the Tibetan People's Congress. When her eyes should be written on the joy, filled with happiness, joy, and how many times I have reverie had young mother in a patch of green grass, blue sky thousands of miles in a Bi ranch on the mound shaking sheep The group waved animal husbandry and the whip sounded her loud and clear voice. I never see her the moonlight soft eyes, flowing snow white and pure eyes. Shaking their eyes a quarter action youth, and sketched out the lines of a person's life, like bending and Crescent Moon eagle eyes Muguangruju to. Goes smiling face like the sun in early spring, tells of her joy already melted in the snow-capped mountains of Britain, time flies, the passage of time, I do not know whether she vaguely remember.

The mother is a devout Buddhist devotees, this prayer turned into her faith, a comfort, a kind of sustenance, a spiritual pursuit. Consistently abide by the ascetic, maintained a share of upholding and persistence. Whenever I will be a long journey, she always took me to the temple to burn incense and pray pray for peace, sent me a string of prayer beads I often chanting. See her bow down before the Buddha silently vow of compassion and pious like my heart moved her share of good faith. Her eyes always look forward to the most beautiful blessing, plus miscellaneous dark melancholy quality, those ups and downs of the past morals, how will hope it her heart? Will pray for what the fate of the soul? Perhaps only she can understand. Looking back on his walk always such year, to see if she already has been in the side to accompany me sunset dusk, merciless years! I lost more melancholy, dejected heart-breaking, each make her better spent always such years, but now they only miss to have her day. Miss parting, she looked from afar at my eyes refused to leave. Custodial birds nostalgia forestry, fish and think, therefore Yuan. Whenever miss those vested with heart fragrant soil always alone in a foreign land, and I miss the innocence of childhood dream homeland, and I miss the village which is in a familiar home, however. Thin times home and looked at the mother like her gray-haired but scarce, some camel back, his eyes on both sides bordered by a thick wrinkles, his eyes a pair of black face hale and hearty still amiable eyes reflecting her youth has been flooded in the past ... and look out of the eyes after a long absence, still looking forward to happiness, simple happiness. In the sunset, the family around a table eating simple happiness. Plain simple and warm days, maybe every mother is like to be the kind of happiness. Always tossed together from many days together is dull became the life of a luxury.

Yasunari Kawabata said people have disappeared in the past days, the years change every human aging, will refuse to wrinkle, refused gray hair, when you think that the age of the body will soon wiped out large buckle Soul Deep final will leave something? Life is like a river, we are just a fish in the river, and in any case backtracking, ultimately without success. Slowly relieved when overtaken by all the feelings of the nothingness of life there, in fact, life hovering between eyes open and closed. Everyone should be a good perception of life do keep Yoshitaka, the mother of the family, the truth, ex-rearing condensed into eternity, so as to let everything become more meaningful existence.

Mother like an umbrella, you hold up the sky, you block the scorching heat, violent storms. Mother like a lock, lock a care of your fence, locked inside you is not lonely Kiyoaki. Mother like a cup of tea, fragrance distant but memorable, let your life bear in mind. The white-haired old man perhaps understand, are hoping to put all the hard work of the next generation of their own but do not want to add a little more selfish desires. Decades later, we have robust adult, the idea was still full of strength, her kind and loving eyes. If you can, I am willing to change her life all the time is not aging. Life is fleeting, like a meteor across the sky short but beautiful. As if eternal motherly eyes flashing in the sky ...