We are a group of birds, eager to leave home, doing travel dreams! Are always physically and mentally exhausted, trying to find parking when relying on the harbor, will think of home, I think of home and loved ones have been waiting for us!
We are always around the house as a bank, blindly request to obtain, but very few think of the title may be some blades of grass to patch the gap in home! Always think everything is just a matter of course, but nothing for granted in this world to do this! Childhood, the home is a big paradise, where everything about us carries, and that is our whole world, but grown up, wanted to fly the nest belongs to us, leaving those who look in the eyes, quietly waiting for , were waiting ... ...
Day, received a phone call big brother, I'm just too busy to tell him that his dilemma, and even forgot to ask, how are parents. Until Big Brother told me about his feelings of May Day back home, suddenly it felt too little concern for parents. My brother told me that he really is old parents, watching them gradually down-and-back, and gradually lost teeth, he was filled with guilt, he finally understood what "the growth of children is for parents of youth to the "this sentence. Hearing this, my throat was like what strangling like, in addition to "ah" This is a promise he constantly exhorted other syllables, and then unable to pronounce the sound of a second.
That night, I lay in bed motionless, eyes closed, tears are falling down the corners line by line. However, I still remember this scene:
The stairs outside a faint trace of ring, then to a weak, slow, slow voice close to the door was suddenly thrust to stop.
After a while, they can hear the slightest sound of a slight collision of metal, an object slowly into the keyhole, then gently turn the sound is heard. Door, quietly opened. "Tap the sound, the children fell asleep." This is my mother's voice.
I can feel her on tiptoe up to me.
There was no sound, I was able to feel it gently pace, is a step by step to warm my heart
"And kick quilt!" Mom for me gently press the pressure quilt, but also gently away ... ..
Throughout, the house lights do not light them, but have no big sound. Only parents that tiptoe, step by step foot in my heart.
Pulled the quilt over my head, my voice not to reveal to fight back tears just like the waves like a raging out.
We always thought it was family, so need not be so polite, do not always reveal each other's concern. But really cares about us, but also just the flesh and blood family! When the temperature reaches 39 degrees, only they call call me: Why not take good care of yourself! In condemning the other end was crying sound of the telephone line first much heavier than this! Ting Feng is the only rain they will sit over night bus, a nose a quilt cover for my tears! But when I say no appetite, accompanied me hungry!
Always thought that parents are still young and always thought he was a child. However, I already forgot his age, I forgot, the time it had to chisel the faces of parents relentlessly carved in layers of wrinkles. I forgot, since ancient times, "child wants his parents not wait," the irreparable regret! Has been on the parents said, "When I grow up ... ...", but I forgot my growing up they may not afford to wait.
Late at night, inside there is a voice calling: return it, the birds travel!
We are always around the house as a bank, blindly request to obtain, but very few think of the title may be some blades of grass to patch the gap in home! Always think everything is just a matter of course, but nothing for granted in this world to do this! Childhood, the home is a big paradise, where everything about us carries, and that is our whole world, but grown up, wanted to fly the nest belongs to us, leaving those who look in the eyes, quietly waiting for , were waiting ... ...
Day, received a phone call big brother, I'm just too busy to tell him that his dilemma, and even forgot to ask, how are parents. Until Big Brother told me about his feelings of May Day back home, suddenly it felt too little concern for parents. My brother told me that he really is old parents, watching them gradually down-and-back, and gradually lost teeth, he was filled with guilt, he finally understood what "the growth of children is for parents of youth to the "this sentence. Hearing this, my throat was like what strangling like, in addition to "ah" This is a promise he constantly exhorted other syllables, and then unable to pronounce the sound of a second.
That night, I lay in bed motionless, eyes closed, tears are falling down the corners line by line. However, I still remember this scene:
The stairs outside a faint trace of ring, then to a weak, slow, slow voice close to the door was suddenly thrust to stop.
After a while, they can hear the slightest sound of a slight collision of metal, an object slowly into the keyhole, then gently turn the sound is heard. Door, quietly opened. "Tap the sound, the children fell asleep." This is my mother's voice.
I can feel her on tiptoe up to me.
There was no sound, I was able to feel it gently pace, is a step by step to warm my heart
"And kick quilt!" Mom for me gently press the pressure quilt, but also gently away ... ..
Throughout, the house lights do not light them, but have no big sound. Only parents that tiptoe, step by step foot in my heart.
Pulled the quilt over my head, my voice not to reveal to fight back tears just like the waves like a raging out.
We always thought it was family, so need not be so polite, do not always reveal each other's concern. But really cares about us, but also just the flesh and blood family! When the temperature reaches 39 degrees, only they call call me: Why not take good care of yourself! In condemning the other end was crying sound of the telephone line first much heavier than this! Ting Feng is the only rain they will sit over night bus, a nose a quilt cover for my tears! But when I say no appetite, accompanied me hungry!
Always thought that parents are still young and always thought he was a child. However, I already forgot his age, I forgot, the time it had to chisel the faces of parents relentlessly carved in layers of wrinkles. I forgot, since ancient times, "child wants his parents not wait," the irreparable regret! Has been on the parents said, "When I grow up ... ...", but I forgot my growing up they may not afford to wait.
Late at night, inside there is a voice calling: return it, the birds travel!