When I was a child, I was a newly unearthed seedling. Mother is a tall buttonwood tree. At that time, she was strong, tall and straight, leafy and gave me shade. Even in the hot summer, I am cool and happy. Peace of mind. Whenever there is a storm, she uses thick branches and leaves to shelter me from the wind and rain. She would rather be frozen in the cold winter.
Let the cold wind blow, let the dense leaves cover the phoenix tree; She shivered in the cold night. Day after day, year after year. She watched the little phoenix tree grow up with kind eyes She smiled happily and shook off the dew. Under her care, the small phoenix tree is healthy and strong, and there is no joy or worry.
One day, many branches and leaves suddenly fell on the small phoenix tree, and the leaves turned yellow, with crystal tears hanging on them. When Xiao Wutong looked up, Da Wutong became old and gray, with wrinkled branches and rough skin in the past years.
Naturally, she is now an old tree with broken leaves. At this time, the heart of pain arises spontaneously. She said to Wu Tong, I will be as tall and straight as you in the future, and I will stay by your side all my life and accompany you to death. Your silver hair, rickety body and lonely figure. You are old. You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, you still fetch water and cook by yourself, and you still cling to my childhood home. The hometown of dreams. You have raised our four children all your life. Four children are the pride of your life. The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life. Hope for survival. Every time I mention this to someone. Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
Mother, I have experienced many hardships. How can a blunt pen write thousands of words? I am full of feelings. Mom, can you brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples with the hands of dead tree skins? I know that the bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair that I remember for a long time. Mom, you might as well twist your loose teeth lightly as if nothing had happened.
Laughing with tears, singing songs that are still fresh in my childhood, and memories are snakes of missing. Draw a word and move forward in a zigzag way. My mother, who has residual pain in this life, still licks my arrogant poison with this cracked tongue core. I am in front of you.