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Tonight, my family sent me two videos, both about the cat at home, which is what the group pet is talking about now, and it actually sleeps lazily in the arms of my family with a leisurely face, and there is another video with my family Playing "Handshake Good Friends" together I jokingly said, "You raised him as a son, right?" Unexpectedly, within a few seconds, a WeChat message came: "You are not at home, we only have this cat to accompany us It's over."Hearing this, I feel sad.
I have a deep understanding of drifting away. I studied in a neighboring village in primary school, and every afternoon when I came home from school, I often saw my mother picking vegetables in the vegetable garden, so the two of us could finish picking vegetables together. She helped me carry my schoolbag and I helped her carry the vegetable basket and went home side by side. Going to junior high school and high school, she will go back every other month, and she will keep the best food at home until I come home. After working in college, I go back every six months. Before I go back, I call her to help me clean up the room. Since she knows in advance which day I will go home, she will often wait at home. As soon as she saw me in her sight, the smile on her face was brighter and more lovely than spring flowers
Regarding waiting, Long Yingtai's "Watching" interprets it very well: "I slowly and slowly realized that the so-called father, daughter, mother and child just means that the fate between you and him is that you are constantly in this life. Watching his back gradually drifting away. You stand at this end of the path, watching him gradually disappear at the turn of the path, and, with his back, he silently tells you: don¡¯t chase.¡±
A few days ago, I watched friends on WeChat, and a sister shot a video of a concrete road, wild flowers all the way, one turn and one village entrance. The video is very plain, but the text made me want to cry: "It's still the same road, but not that road. Now there is no grandpa waiting for us at the entrance of the village"
You can see that every stitch of embroidery is pained for you
You can see that the peony blooms all its life and someone is waiting for you
Gradually go far away and no books
However, there are still people leaning on the door and looking forward to your return journey (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com