Mother carefully managed in the field, and father sweated profusely in the construction site; Mother is careful, father is careless; Mother propped up half the family with hard work, and father propped up the other half with strength.
I don't know if you have touching love, but I know that with the ups and downs of the years, you have become accustomed to interdependence, tacit cooperation and mutual concern.
That night, a few sparse stars dotted the sky alone, because my father came late, which made me feel that summer insects added a little irritability and anxiety to me. When my mother came back from other places, I said, "Dad hasn't come back yet." When my mother heard this, her face suddenly changed. She threw down her tools and said, "I usually come back at 7: 30. Today, I don't work in the county. Could it be me riding a bike ... ""Where do I want to go? I went to see if the people who went to work together in the village came back. " Mother hurried out of the house. When my mother came back, she said uneasily, "All the people who went to do day work together are here. They said that after they got on the secondary road, some drove slowly and some drove fast, and they didn't know the specific reasons why they came back late. "
There is central news on TV, so we have no intention of watching TV. My mother turned off the "filming" TV, and I sat opposite my mother, silent, as if something bad had happened. The atmosphere of waiting made me feel depressed, and I couldn't help walking out the door. There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the cold light makes me feel a little sad. At eight o'clock, my mother said, "I'll ask around on the highway." "I'll go with you!" Pick up the flashlight and we're on our way. Walking on a country road in summer, the smell of rice and flowers came to my nose, but I didn't care to appreciate it, and I followed my anxious mother. Then I heard a motorcycle not far away, because it should be my parents. Let's wait here. "So, we stopped, and I couldn't open my eyes with a dazzling yellow light. The car quickly flew away from us, but it wasn't my father.
My mother is in a hurry, and sometimes I have to trot to keep up with her. There was another light in the distance, and the car stopped beside us. The familiar voice reminded me: "How did you come so far?" "What took you so long? My soul didn't know where to fly." The tone was full of blame and more joy, and we all laughed. Sitting on my father's motorcycle, I felt as if I were flying.
The wind was blowing in my face, and I took a deep breath with the smell of live rice and flowers. It smells really good! At this time, the moon is far away, the moonlight is bright, and the chirping of summer insects becomes sweet again. Without love, how can there be such a deep concern!