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I lean in your arms, your hand caresses my hair, you say that your baby has grown up, you say that I am no longer the naughty baby, and I am no longer the little guy who cries and has a runny nose. You say that I want to learn to be warm, and I also want to understand the right and wrong of love. ...
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Mom, your white hair is a pain in my heart.
The old photo in my hand is yellow, but I can still see the beautiful face clearly. On the background of pure white, you smiled faintly at the ancient chair back, with your black hair simply knotted on your head and the rest lying on your back safely.
Time goes by, time flies. ...
Exquisite fancy picture frames, dense plastic sealing films, old face wrinkles under colorful background, warm sunshine-like smile can't hide the corner of white hair, and hard years have carved deep ditches on you.
Mom, I know you are tired, but you still have no regrets. You will always feel gratified to see us prostrate at your pomegranate skirt like radish heads.
But mom, you know what? Your hair with white hair and horns touches a chord in my heart, and it often hurts when I say it.
Mom, an elegant and noble lady.
Graceful and refined, I always thought that if you were born in an ancient Fu Jia family, you must be a virtuous, gentle and exquisite beauty, but you were born in this era of reform and opening up. Time flies, life forces you to build up the warmth of your family step by step with your hands. You carried a basket full of burdens with your weak shoulders, and built a fortress of love with your delicate body. ...
You were in tears, you planned your work for a foreign country, you were sick, you struggled in the rain, your slender hands honed thick calluses, and the red frostbite on the back of your hand was eroding, but you still worked nonstop.
You never say that you are tired, you never complain, you always face the children's eyes with a smile, you always face the hard life with a cheerful face, you say that you want to leave something for your children, and you say that you want your children to live a better life.
But mom, you know what? The child has grown up. Although we can't reverse the past years, we hope you have a happy and peaceful old age.
Mom, a cup of green tea with a permanent fragrance.
I've been thinking about how to describe you. You are ordinary and indifferent. You are the most common corner in this secular world. Maybe you are just a passer-by in the drama of this society, but in the drama of this family, you are definitely a unique heroine. You are the guardian angel sent by God, and you are the most important theme in my life.
Maybe my shallow words can't tell the great you, maybe my humble words can't outline the beautiful you, maybe my trembling hands can't draw the natural you, maybe …
A thousand words of emotion choked my throat. At this moment, I can't write because tears have blurred my eyes.
Whispering "Mom" softly, I want to tell you that you are the tea in my heart, a cup of tea that will last forever, and the tea that I want to cherish and sing in my hand.
This should do. . .