Imitation of love is silent.

Dear mom and dad, the Spring Festival is coming soon. I'm here to wish all my parents health and safety. Work less, be happier and have a happy New Year. From the first cry of the melon landing to an ignorant child; From the frivolous yesterday to the sensible and brave past and present. But our parents are getting old before they know it, and our hard work and simple life have brought us vigorous vitality; Vicious faces and gray sideburns are all traces left by ruthless years. Growing up is a kind of responsibility, which means that we have to face and bear everything around us, whether it is sour, sweet, bitter or spicy, because we are sensible and no longer the naughty child who once spoiled in the arms of our parents. When I was a child, if I met something sad, I could have a good cry in front of my parents, then turn around and forget it gently, leaving no trace. Now, we can only bury our worries in our hearts and try to smile without showing any trace, because we are afraid that they will be more anxious and worry more than we are. When I was young, in order to attract the envious eyes of the children around us, we always cried and pestered our parents to buy this and that to satisfy our little hearts. There is always a sense of guilt about spending money recklessly. It never occurred to me that the dribs and drabs in our hands can only be exchanged through their hard work facing the loess and the sky. When I was a child, I never knew how young I was and whether I cared. I always talk too much about my parents. I can't stand it. I never listen to a word of advice and go my own way. Nowadays, we find that nagging is a kind of care and love. They are always insatiable and silently drive away all the countercurrent around us. When we were young, our inner complaints bound us too much freedom. We always tried to spread our wings and break through the cage and fly to a free and wonderful world outside. Now, I finally understand that home is the only harbor where our hearts are anchored. There is no heavy work pressure and all kinds of troubles in life, and there is no intrigue between money and power. Only endless affection and love are born to give up constantly. Since childhood, we have suffered too much love and sweat from our parents and concentrated countless worries and tears. Now, we have the responsibility and ability to face all the setbacks and difficulties alone, and we can no longer let them share our worries and worry about us. Because they are getting old in the footsteps of time and can't stand more wind and rain. ...