I think I know you best, mom, and I know your article best.
Father's company is a luxury. Since childhood, only you have been by my side, accompanying me to grow up slowly. I am never afraid of the dark, because of you; Because of you, I am never afraid of the cold winter. Mom, you brought me light, not warmth. These are all love.
At the age of ten, there were three rare days of heavy rain in the world, and the rice and wheat that were about to be harvested disappeared in those three days. There are crow's feet in the corner of my eyes. Close your eyes and rub helplessly. I understand your sadness. Go over and shake your arm and say, mom, mom, smile. You open your eyes, look at me, hold me and say, be good. Perhaps because of my family, I am sensible much faster than my peers. I followed you to see Canmai, and all I heard along the way was your sigh. You bend down in the wheat field to pick up some strong wheat. I'm afraid you are tired. I'll go down and help you. But I heard your reprimand: go back. I stood up straight and stood there innocently. Go home and do your homework. Who told you to come here? I am stuck. You suddenly gave me a push, and I fell on the muddy ground, and I cried in fear. I ignored the pain in your eyes. You helped me. Be good, go home first. I went home crying and didn't look back at you. I understand that you study for me and for my own good, so I study hard every day. Although I am the best student in my class, I am also the first student to leave school. Because? There is a you at home.
Sometimes you lean against the door alone, and I see something flashing in the corner of your eye? Those are tears. You look at the distance, and I also shed tears. I understand that you are missing someone and waiting for his return. Mom, don't forget, you still have me. I'm thinking about him. We are not alone. The poverty in the family made my father work hard outside since childhood and didn't go home for a long time. I forgot that there was such a person paying for us. Mom, I understand your secret tears and the pain of your missing. Finally, bitterness is sweet. Father came back, and the smile on his face still couldn't stop the vicissitudes of these years. Just, who cares? I have mixed feelings when I look at your tears of joy. Father bought you a new suit and a pair of shoes. After you tried it on, you kept asking me if it looked good. I know you want affirmation, so I always say they look great. Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You blush, you say, what do children know? You turned around and wiped your tears. I know you are so happy. The sadness of the past is a bit out of proportion to the happiness of the present.
I was admitted to a key middle school in the county. When you sent me away, you were crying? This is the first time I left you. When the van starts, you shout at the back: Bao Er, eat more nutrition at school, don't worry at home, take care! . . . . . . I looked at you in the rearview mirror, getting smaller and smaller until you disappeared. Tears in my eyes are boiling. Mom, I understand you, okay? After leaving you, I will always lean against the door and look forward to my return? I understand you? Will you miss me day and night? I understand you? Love me more than my father, right? Mom, there is no other person in the world who knows you better than I do.
Mom, wait for me. I'm going home.