Let me borrow a sentence from Mr. Jia Pingwa: I am not a good son. A child is always a child, even when you grow up, you still can't get rid of the dependence on your parents. On the contrary, when you leave your parents because of some things as an adult, you will find that you are more reluctant than before... You were laughing together just a minute ago, but the next minute you have to step out of the door, and in this short two minutes, she has filled your backpack with love. And this short two minutes may be a memory that you will never forget, it will remind you at some point, don't forget her at home. Sitting in the car away from home, I regretted not talking to my mother more, not going out with her more, not watching her favorite TV series with her, not cooking or washing clothes with her, not rubbing her shoulders when she was tired, not calling her "mom" more times.. Instead, I left so hurriedly, leaving her alone to repeat a monotonous life. Seeing her clumsy message "son take care", my heart broke, tears welled up in my eyes, I knew she was telling me not to worry about her. I cried, but I didn't feel weak.. I can't use fancy language to express this ordinary moment, I just know that a voice is shouting and calling me, reminding me, the scene in my heart needs to be remembered for a lifetime. "When you enter school, someone will carry your new schoolbag for you... This person is your mother...". Spend more time with your old mom if you have time, make more phone calls to your old mom, think more about your old mom when you can't sleep at night.. Source of this article: Novel Ranking Related theme articles: Mood Realities