When I was a teenager, I went out to study. In retrospect, I had to go home to get food every week.
Every time I go back hungry, I call my mother when I enter the door and put down my bag for dinner.
A voracious meal made mother's heart ache to death.
Every time I go out with dozens of pancakes, my mother will take out two yuan from her pocket and put it into my hand. I will tell her again and again: don't be hungry when you are full, walk slowly and don't fall down, and leave her a message if you have something. ...
I rode away with my mother's concern and expectation.
Walking far away, I always see my mother standing in the wind when I look back.
After that, I was admitted to the university and went back to my hometown to work. I watched the lights of the city all night and looked at my hometown, and my heart surged. I seem to hear my mother's call every day.
On the way back to my hometown, there are footprints that I take my wife home to visit my mother every week.
Every time I go home, the first thing I see is my old mother sitting in front of my door waiting for my eager eyes and my joy when I see her.
Therefore, whether it is spring flowers or snowflakes, the way home is a happy road and a happy road.
Accidents will happen.
A serious illness in early June five years ago made Niang leave her hometown, and the hospital ward became her new home.
The scene of sitting in front of the door looking forward to my son's return has become a mirage in my dream, and it is difficult for my mother to repeat the daily story like when she is healthy.
If my mother hadn't been sick, I would have looked forward to the winter snow scene of "the yellow clouds are thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession" every winter, but the heavy snow in the winter when my mother was sick made me unforgettable.
On that day, the snow outside was full of feet, and the north wind blew hard. The old lady in the indoor hospital bed gasped with her mouth open.
The doctor issued a series of critically ill notices, which made us ready for the worst result at any time.
The elder sister and the second sister cried like a crybaby. The doctor kept increasing her dosage, but her condition did not improve. The doctor's sentence "We try our best, you are filial" makes us feel like a knife.
My mother, has your life really come to an end?
When the doctor said that he could take the patient back to his hometown at any time, the two sisters were packing up their mother's clothes since she was hospitalized in the ward. The snow outside was as cold as a mat.
The elder sister said, "Little Three, go back to your hometown and prepare for your mother."
I glanced at my mother lying in the hospital bed, left the ward with tears in her eyes, and embarked on the road back to my hometown in the face of the storm and blizzard.
Walking on the way home, the snow is boundless, looking at the sparse pedestrians and snow-covered trees outside the window, I have a lot of thoughts.
I think of a sentence by Zhuangzi: If the gap between heaven and earth is fleeting, it is only sudden.
Reflect on yourself, busy with work all day, busy with your little home, how much time do you spend with my mother?
My mother has been busy with her children all her life and has no regrets. Now she is like a burnt-out candle, with no oil and no lamp. I can no longer talk to her in pain and tears, enjoy the happiness brought by her wrinkled hands, and never hear her endless housework.
White snow is falling one by one, the earth is turning white, but my heart is more desolate.
I have known my destiny, and I have traveled thousands of miles to go home for decades. This time, the way home in the snow is completely different, and my heart is always accompanied by extreme concern for my sick mother and unbearable sadness.
Recalling that 14 years old was studying in the city, when he returned to the dormitory hungry after the final exam, he rummaged through the cartons full of rice, leaving only half a pancake. My heart is sour and painful, and I miss my mother very much and my home 60 miles away.
It snowed heavily that day, and when my classmates dissuaded me from going home, the snow on the ground was already several inches thick.
I don't know how many times I fell, but I finally returned to my missing home.
When I got home, my mother suddenly took me into her arms and tears came out at once. "Son, you little man, how did you come back with such heavy snow and such a long way?"
After decades, my mother's questions still ring in my ears.
At that time, I was happy, because I had my dear parents, my brothers and sisters who loved me, the bed I slept in, the bowl for eating, my warmth, my hope and my roots. ...
But I couldn't hear my mother crying when I went home this time.
Pushing open the door, the snow in the hospital was more than a foot deep, and the hospital was white. Two watchdogs heard the sound of opening the door and ran, barked and jumped through the snow.
I think of Liu Changqing's saying, "Chai Men smells dogs barking, but it's a snowy night." Although I am not a person who goes home at night, I am alone, lonely, sad and heartbroken.
Home is still that home, but there is no joy and warmth when mom is at home. Only a few sparrows shivered in the cold wind and groaned in the yard.
How much I miss my mother seeing me coming home in the snow and calling out my name when I was born, but this has become an extravagant hope.