Her in the eyes
Li Tianqi, Class of 2013, w88 casino of Foreign Languages
She doesn’t look good, and my friend asked me why her mouth is so big,Still toothy,I am too embarrassed to answer.
She doesn’t seem to have any special skills. She doesn’t know how to play music, chess, calligraphy or painting. She can’t sing or dance well. The only thing she can show off is her cooking skills.
She always says that this is not good, that is not good, that I am not as clean as Zhang San and not as clean as Li SiLively and evenNot as good as the king五好看。
She always followsI had a quarrel, and then ignored me for several days, but in the end she asked me nonchalantly what I wanted to eat for dinner.
When I am busy, I will completely forget her. I will only remember her existence when I am bored, sad, entangled and depressed.
Sometimes I feel I love her very much, and sometimes I feel so tired.
What will happen if I leave her one day?
I really left her.
More and more new friends around me opened up a whole new world for me. Travel destinations farther and farther away gave me the urge to keep going. The slowly filling bookshelf and the longer and longer articles I wrote made me hear the dream so clearly for the first timeHeartbeat.
It turns out that growing up is very simple, that is saying goodbye to someone.
But some things seem destined to be inescapable, like habits or blood. As soon as winter comesMissingBeef stewed with radish,A feverJustWant to take the sincere cardCanned yellow peaches, when in a hurryCan’t help itI quarrel with the people next to me and have only a few friends. All these are the tattoos she gave me, the names of the tattooscallSpending day after day together. One time the teacher asked me: Why not be more confident in yourself? I can't go backAnswer allBecause she never praises me, never says she loves me, and never comes to hug me。My lack of confidence, small-mindedness, pride, vanity, quietness and even loneliness are allThanks to her, I really want toUseBrush away all the traces she left on me, but ICan’t do it, because they are like the yellow in my skin and the black in my hair, they are not meant to be changed.
It turns out that even if you grow up, there are always some things that linger.
I stopped telling her what I was thinking a long time ago. I only told her what happy and unhappy things happened today; she didn’t seem to care about what books I was reading, what exhibitions I was watching, or what kind of friends I made, she just oftenBriefI’m going out to have a nice meal or inmeGiving her an expensive watch on her birthday; I am increasingly disgusted by some of her ways, such as fussing over everythingandSpeaking too loudly; I hate it when she tells me to hold on when I complain about my hard work,I think she is extremely cruel;We used to see each other every day, but now we only see each other twice a year; we have become more and more strange, so strange that we occasionally feel embarrassed; I think of this alienation as a natural season when flowers bloom and fall, so I feel better.
Until one day, she cried on the phone. She said that her mother had a heart attack and was taken away by an ambulance. The doctor said it was very dangerous and she didn't know what to do.
In an instant, my tears burst into tears，A wall collapsed before my eyes, all her strength and fragility, coldness and warmth, suddenly became insignificant together with the dust of time.
It turns out that I forgot, that I still loved her. No matter whether it is thousands of mountains or thousands of rivers, the connection created by blood cannot be severed.
I told her not to cry, I will always accompany her to protect her.
Gibran said,I will always walk on the beach, between sand and foam. The climax will erase my footprints and the wind will blow away the foam. But the ocean and the beach are always there. Separation caused by separation or separation image caused by separationFootprints and foam, and what is always there is love.
She is my mother.
