This morning, before dawn, my eyes were suddenly opened by a long-lost force. I unintentionally played "The Romance of Kangmei" on my MP3 player, and before I knew it, tears had quietly slid down from the corners of my eyes. It's fine, just consider it as cleaning my eyes. They say everything happens for a reason, but even I can't explain it clearly. After all, it's an intertwining of love and family affection, so the emotions are so intense. Thus, I got up, found a pen and paper, and felt the need to write something down. The people who linger in my mind are those I love and those who have raised me. In my memories, the figure that often appears is probably just my mother's. My mother has always been such a hardworking person in my memory. Most of the household affairs were handled by her, including our children's schooling which she personally arranged. Sometimes she would take pride in these things, naturally with a satisfied smile on her face, along with some sense of relief. My father only cared about making money outside to support the family and rarely paid attention to household matters, unless during the busy farming season when my mother was too busy to handle everything alone, then we'd see his figure. During idle chats while roasting fire, my mother often joked: "Your dad doesn't know how to do anything, he only knows how to use a brick knife." So we casually asked her why she still married my dad, and she said my dad was a man with little temper, importantly, he was honest and kind, not doing things she disliked. In my view, this is indeed true, but when he was angry, his eyes could be somewhat frightening, sometimes even more than verbal scolding. When I was a child, I was rarely beaten or scolded by him; generally, this was done by my mother. Silent paternal love, in my view, is indeed true, this is also the characteristic of fathers around the world. When he saw other children eating homemade rice rolls or something, he would always ask my mother to make them, for fear that the children would starve. Sometimes, even when we had headaches or fevers, he would give us some snacks. This phenomenon still exists now that we have a little granddaughter at home. Occasionally during market days, he would also tell my mother to take us to play on the street, for fear that we would get bored at home. Because we have three brothers, each time we went was on a rotating basis. My father himself seldom went to the market until now when I am in university. Being able to go to the market with my mother was a very luxurious thing back then, the pocket money in my pocket was spent on that day. Buying some buns could make me happy for many days. But back then, it was mainly about having a bowl of noodles, and I was already content. The transportation back then wasn't very good, it would be full of potholes on rainy days. Our family's mode of transportation was a bicycle, I've forgotten what brand it was. Sitting on the triangular frame of the bicycle was like being hugged in my mother's arms, feeling delighted. That triangular frame was like my childhood paradise, carrying too many beautiful memories, accompanying me through my childhood. Mother was worried that our little bottoms would hurt from sitting too long, so she wrapped it with quite a bit of cloth, reducing the pain. Sometimes during idle chats, we would talk about these things, and my mother's face would show a hint of proud smile. We beside her would also laugh, laughter being the best response to her. As time passed, that bicycle disappeared in my memory. Only my mother's figure remains imprinted in my heart, forever! The most laughter in the house was spread in the kitchen, because once winter came, there would be a fire pile here, which could be called the place where family affection is passed on, the bond where emotions deepen. There, one can share the joys and sorrows with each other, look back on the past, and look forward to the future. The whole family, young and old, surrounding the fire pile is such a warm scene, it's the place wandering sons dream of returning to. Under the reflection of the sparks, the silver hair on my mother's forehead shines with a streak of silver light. My mother's silver hair seemed to have grown much more this year, making her look older than her sister. Watching this, I don't know what to say. Who can truly understand the hearts of parents in the world? I think only after becoming parents oneself can one deeply feel it. The reason why my mother's white hair has increased is mainly due to the illness she had last year. When I first received the text message from my second sister-in-law, I couldn't believe it, I almost fainted. I immediately called my father, who said my mother had no serious obstacles, but I questioned him why the text message from my sister-in-law said my mother suddenly fell ill. To make sure of the information, I asked my father to hand over the phone to my mother, I wouldn't stop until I heard her voice. On the other end of the phone came a weak voice, and my mother was comforting me, saying she had nothing serious and asking me to study peacefully. I said, how can I study peacefully when something like this happens? You are my biological mother, you have raised me, taught me, and made me know how to behave in the future. When I was small, even a runny nose could make you panic. The next day, I took the fast bus to the hospital and truly found out that my mother's condition was not as mild as she said, she was already in the intensive care unit. Why go through such hardship? Moreover, the text message from my sister-in-law was sent secretly without my mother's knowledge. One can also understand my sister-in-law's feelings, after all, she got married in 2009, and is the same age as me. At such a young age, how could she bear such a heavy burden? She herself has encountered similar situations. She was just venting some pressure. This year's Spring Festival was relatively joyful, although on New Year's Day, we just stayed at home. But the whole family gathered around the fire pit chatting about daily life, roasting sweet potatoes, occasionally hearing the playful cries of little Jiaqi. Thinking about these things makes me feel warm inside, nothing can compare to it. Little Jiaqi is my second brother's daughter, she already knows how to walk, and her name was found online by me. Having her at home seems to have made it livelier than before, adding more smiles to the elders' faces. When I just came back for winter vacation, the little girl was very afraid of me, she would even cry if I looked at her too much. But now it's different, she loves to play with me, making funny faces can make her giggle, but it must be when she's happy. Watching her grow bit by bit makes me feel happy inside. Another happy thing is helping the family cut sugarcane and barely loading it onto the truck, being able to share some burden, the less weight on my parents' shoulders. As children, our hearts are naturally at ease. For our parents, material giving may not be very important, but a harmonious family together is enough to satisfy them. Isn't harmony itself a blessing from Pinfenju? Related thematic articles: A Satisfied Smile