Open the long-cherished photo album and look at your beautiful face in those years. I can't help crying. Tears flowed through my fingertips. I know: for whom are the white hairs on your temples born, and for whom are the wrinkles around your eyes carved? For more than ten years, you have been asking for nothing in return for my growth. You bought my black hair with your own. Love is like black hair, so numerous and thick. I remember when I was a child, I couldn't walk. You always stand not far away, open your arms and mutter, "come to your mother, son." Looking at your familiar face, I look forward to coming to you step by step. Walking unsteadily, when I came to your side, I quickly threw myself into your warm arms. Shouting "mom". You hugged me in surprise and touched me gently: "Well done, boy". The warm picture seems to be in front of us, reaching out to touch it, but there is no trace of him. This is your first mother, and you are both excited and scared. You know, one day, I will grow up and you will be old. When you are old and gray, I will take good care of you. Even if you are no longer so beautiful, even if your words are no longer so clear, I still regard you as the most beautiful person in the world.
You can't walk when you are old.
On the lawn where passers-by often come, there are pictures of the past in front of us, and there are no footprints for us to play together. Everything remains the same, but people have changed. When I think of your youthful and lively appearance in those years, I can't help crying, and tears run across my cheeks. I see: Why did your youthful vigor disappear, and why did your vigorous body disappear? For more than ten years, you have loved me with your life in order to make me have a strong body. My youthful vitality was bought by your youthful vitality. I remember when I was a child, you took me out to fly a kite and I held it for you. You gave me the order to fly, and I let go of my hands. I saw the kite flying slowly into the sky and you were running. I have always been curious to ask you: "Mom, why can you run so fast?" You always smile and say to me, "Because mom will eat well, and you are always picky about food and don't eat well." After listening to your words, I believed it. From now on, I will always remember your words and have a good meal. I know you said that on purpose, so that I can eat well and have a healthy body. You are an adult, I am a child, and my strength and body are not as good as yours, but gradually you can't run or even walk. When you are old and can't walk, I will always be your crutch. Even if your body is no longer so strong, even if your feet are no longer so agile, I still regard you as the strongest person in the world.
Old age, drooping eyebrows.
Open the cupboard that has been dusty for a long time. There are too many memories in it. You knitted that red sweater for me yourself. I smell the familiar smell and think of your bright eyes in those years. Tears rolled down involuntarily and fell on the sweater, becoming transparent crystals. I know how much love you have knitted in a small sweater. Every thread is endless care. For more than ten years, your selfless dedication is only for me to grow up slowly. My bright eyes were bought by your clear eyes. I remember when I was a child, I couldn't write. You always walk quietly by my side, hold my little hand tightly, teach me how to write the name of my family, and tell me the truth of being a man from time to time. On a small desk, I learned how to be a man and how to write my own life ambitions. You always remind me to pay attention to sitting posture and whether my eyes are nearsighted. But you don't know, gradually, your eyesight is declining and you can't read the fine print in the newspaper clearly. Every time I hear you complain about your eyes, my heart is full of pain. When you are old and your eyebrows droop, I will be your brightest eyes. Even if your eyes are no longer so bright, I still regard you as the smartest person in the world.
Time is still so long, I want to study hard, I hope I can still be happy with you when you are old. When you are old, I will help you go where you want to go; When you are old, I will feed you what you like to eat; When you are old, I will tell you those wonderful past events!