When I was in middle school, the school was far from home. Sometimes there are many people on the road, and I will go home later than usual. When you go to the corner, you can always see your mother. She lingered and looked around, with a hidden anxiety in her expression. I said casually, "Why did you come out? Isn't it a few minutes late? " And my mother, as long as she sees me coming back well, will immediately raise her eyebrows: "I will always think of the traffic and people on your way to school." I can't help but run out when I watch it. "After a long time, my mother's figure became a landscape in the alley. From a distance, a warm feeling will come to mind.
I often visit my friend's house, which lives on the sixth floor, but she always sends me downstairs every time I say goodbye. Once, I walked a long way and turned around unintentionally, and found her still standing in the same place. Later, when I talked about it, she said that she was willing to stay in the sight of her friends for a while, but not for a few minutes, so that when they looked back, it was not just the cold wall, but the warmth.
Five minutes, compared with a long life, is so short, and once it is integrated into the expectation of family and the gaze of friendship, it will become extremely warm.
I hope I can help you.