Do not think they are still young
Their young once. Early in the morning, they accompanied by the laughter of childhood, leaving for a small tub humming songs through the corn to the river to wash clothes, also waving a small stick or a sheep to the mountains. Evening, they open space in the village lanes, jumped on and play the game grid.
Their young once. Seem thin in the classroom, they read aloud with their favorite article; on rough paper, checking them over and over again in the TV drama math problem; they will also remember those historical knowledge to brow furrowed.
Their young once. They also have as a love letter to the blush by the moment, there are also first hand experience of the heart beat faster. Yes, they were young too, they also have a simple childhood, with the youth that Cantabile has a dream that will never fade. Maybe now you still think they even old. Because you were born from that moment on, they are your haven. Big hands holding little kid always put your hand to the nursery door; when the school bell rings, you're in the crowd is most eager to see the smiling faces of my father goes on a simple and honest.
At that time, often full of naughty children to show off: "You dare to bully me, I looked for my father to"
At that time, often lying in her mother's arms, pointing ugg boots short metallic
to the bruises on my knees to tell her mother where tears: "pain" seems gentle mother's eyes is the best painkiller.
At that time, I feel mom and dad have unlimited power, they do also delicious meals than the official told us that they care than the Monkey King in the side is also practical.
The first time away from home, parents watched the eyes of the station as if to say: "Son, you enjoy the fly, but to remember that no matter what your experience, parents will be screwed bright lights at home waiting for you." In the school day, a friend of the morning till evening, getting home in the care of weak, so the phone to play back a little, and inquiries have less, not deliberately but naturally ignore their growing miss it.
Is the advent of the new year, come home and stayed in between I chose the former, I clearly understand that home is bored yung idle, but I am afraid that the moment of New Year's Eve in the myriad of twinkling lights, and My home was only a young mom and dad are no longer watching TV alone, but my mind was concerned about another picture. I fear that they eyes of tears, I was afraid they desolate loneliness, I fear that they grow old.
I'm often moved to television in that scene: an old man, waiting by the phone next to the joy and then put down the phone and helpless, as the contents of the phone is something the kids can not go home because of the news. Elderly heart and she was ready for a large table with a rich food cold, "busy, are busy." Whispered the old man said, "Good point ... busy ..." the old man laughed again, but bear with what we might have to laugh elderly their most understand. Just like the first song: "The elderly do not plan to do little to their children home, but for the peace plan a round round," a vulgar and decent song, an old-fashioned and never to old songs.
Friends, I believe that the sincere friendship between you, the constancy of love, but we often confused the world's most pure real love forgotten in the corner of the most easily overlooked.
Friends, do not think your parents are young, they need you to listen to their chatter, they also need your praise, they also need your arm.