A few days before the Minor New Year, I got up early. When I was a child, my hair was very long. My mother would comb our hair into an ugly but unique style, with rose red or magenta hair accessories. At that time, I thought I looked the ugliest. There is no limit to life as stated in Buddhist scriptures. Buddhism aims to fully help us solve all the suffering of animals so that each of us can obtain happiness and sorrow in this life, have a perfect family, and maintain proper political and legal conditions. People remember not to doubt such things in the past. The country is rich in resources, and society is harmonious. The places we've been, the roads we've traveled, the people we've loved, the days we've spent together, all gradually fade away with time. No matter how beautiful the memories are, no matter how hard it is to let go, eventually, after a very long time, on an unremarkable day, everything becomes unclear and untraceable. In the winter of my third year of high school, my father rode a motorcycle to send me to school. On the way, it suddenly started raining heavily.
The Huangmei fragrance lingers, the bridge breaks but the bond remains, the bond breaks but the affection remains, the affection breaks but the umbrella remains, the umbrella breaks but the rain remains. I thought to myself, "Oh no, how could I forget this place? It's really stupid!" When she came out, I kept apologizing to her.
In those sparsely populated areas, looking at the surrounding natural scenery, thinking about the past and the present, and deeply considering the future. The good stories in life are like pearls, silver-white and empty, leaving a lasting impression. Lin's heart suddenly tightened: a callback at this time must be due to an unexpected event because Lin was attending a meeting involving thousands of households related to broadcasting and television! When Lin pressed the answer key, the familiar voice immediately came through his earpiece. It was from his direct subordinate, the Director of the Broadcast Media Network Center, Mr. Chun. He said urgently over the phone that in Lin's jurisdiction, a user who had just returned home from another place on the day of the Spring Festival found that there were only a few channels available on their TV when they turned it on in the evening. Consequently, his well-educated daughter quickly dialed the government service hotline to report the incident and express her demand to watch more TV channels.
Similarly, appreciating the autumn rain in a moonlit mood also brings a fresh feeling. My mother is a warm-hearted person, always patiently teaching others without tiring.
The extension of family ties continues. Time does not stop progressing just because my mother has passed away. With the arrival of mid-winter, the prelude to the new year is approaching. Under my anticipation, with a cry, I gave birth to a baby boy. At that moment, a new life arrived, and I saw the smiles of many people. It seemed as if society had forgotten joy and sorrow, being filled with love instead. Yesterday, it rained all night during winter, and the glass was covered with flowers, imprinted with the simple language of rain.
A good piece of work brings infinite contemplation, like the youth of a lotus-like man painted on paper, which can also lead one into a dreamy sleep. A pigeon flew by in the sky, sadly chasing clouds; another one followed closely behind, as if pursuing a lover who had eloped.
"Complexity reaches its peak, yet it is also extremely beautiful."
I saw my mother's dark eyes without tears, because she never expected to leave so soon. She had great determination and hope for the nursing home that saved her life the previous year. I didn't dare to reveal my own feelings, nor did I dare to tell my mother how much older she looked and how serious her illness was...
Sitting in the car heading back home, the little one inside me kicked continuously, making me feel the charm of life. Those rigid knots gradually loosened with the increase of my mother's white hair, leaving only the warmth and tranquility connected by roots.
I foolishly believed that in your world, I would be an exception, but now I realize that I was merely an unexpected visitor in your life. What do I have to offer for the love you've given me? There is a breeze blowing in the sky, but you are no longer mine. Memories are like sharp hedgehogs, pricking my heart into pieces! www.hzbiyuan.com www.zhonghep.com www.comicadd.com www.fnewcity.com etc.