Always like a passer-by, hurriedly taking steps forward, complaining about not being happy enough in the complicated noise. But happiness cannot be foretold like weather forecasts. Too much love, too many emotions, too many feelings of happiness, their steps always can't keep up with our own hurried pace. When you stop and look back, you discover that love is behind, emitting a gentle fragrance. Parents' love often feels like fine gauze, making you unable to perceive its subtleties. But when you quietly turn your head, you feel it is so profound, so weighty.
The funnel of the heart, burdened by time, always likes to forget much of the love that should be eternally remembered. Sometimes we get tired of parents' repeated instructions about the weather in Pucheng, stubbornly thinking it's all a waste of words. But gradually, when that ancient way changes, we find ourselves to be foolish. It's no longer the scene where parents joyfully wait for me to come home, nor is it the aroma of delicious food that greets me as soon as I return home. Instead, it's me alone, guarding an empty house, sitting on a cold stool, looking at a mirror covered with dust, waiting and hoping for the appearance of my family.
I always think that being alone is free, indeed it is, but there's also a certain loneliness; a person's space is open, but I find the sky beautiful in a way that makes me melancholic. Thanks to several days of good weather, it has broken the calm surface of my solitary life, allowing me once again to deeply feel what true happiness is. I was almost moved to tears.
The time spent at home is always short. Originally, from childhood to adulthood, I have already gotten used to my parents' repeated instructions. Under such deep love, I never realized it. Love requires a turn around. Too many details, too many emotional elements need our reflection and cherishing. Every day with parents is happy! Every moment with them is filled with joy. But time always passes too quickly, all things are constantly changing or remaining unchanged. Perhaps one day, you will lose something. So, cherish every second! Even if it's a scolding, a criticism, you must remember, that's a treasure, sometimes it's something you long for but cannot obtain!