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I am not used to telling my happiness, nor writing my sadness on my face. Although my body and mind are tired, I hide all the peace and endless loneliness in my heart, face everyone with a seemingly peaceful heart; I don’t know whether it is lucky or unfortunate. However, in this February, at this moment, I want to use some words to record those original people in my life. Dear Father, mother, dear father, mother. This kind of appellation only appears in the words. I am a girl in the mountain, without the freedom and ease of the children in the city, I will not use some intimate appellation to express my feelings for them, but I love them, really love. Their blood flowed in my body, with their traces in my appearance and their shadows in my character. My whole body was given by them, including body and soul. I always believe that the person who loves me most in the world must be his parents. I believe and feel the love from them devoutly. For 25 years, the small Indus tree in front of the door has grown tall and stout, and I don’t know how many toon trees behind the house have been picked by me, even the pear tree I planted myself has grown fruits one after another. The steps of the years are also disappearing at the same time. For example, when I grew up, they were old, with scabbed marks falling on their faces, arms, corners of eyes and hairs. Always at a certain moment, in a relatively silent day, I looked up and saw the traces left by time on them, which were the marks of the growth of the three children and the witness of their work. Time is so tender, always more and more arbitrary in the face of youth, time is also so mean, I always shed too much sadness on the way. On a relatively leisurely afternoon, sitting in front of my mother, watching her comb her hair quietly. At the moment the comb streaked through the hair, a string of Sunshine penetrated into her eyes. Her hair became thinner and thinner, and it would fall down every time she combed her hair. She always cleaned the hair stuck in the comb one by one after combing her hair, and then there was a layer of hair falling on the ground. That day, I looked through the few photos at home, two of which were my mother’s, one of which was her hot wavy curly hair, wearing a red plaid coat, black trousers and black cloth shoes, which was the simplest dress, she can’t hide her beauty. One is a photo of her wearing a white floral top with two thick braid, which makes her braid look black and bulky because of her small figure. Looking at the past, looking at the present, what she has lost is not only black hair, but also her youth. In the years, the eyes of the season smudged the prosperity of strangers, and also eroded her appearance. What kind of emotion is it, which always reminds me of that face at the most helpless moment, with a hint of sadness flowing into my heart and opening up a memory. About Dad, I want to say too much, but I don’t know where to start. It is a feeling that I want to say but can’t say it. He is serious. I have been afraid of him since I was young, he dared not to say something or ask any questions. Even after being scolded and beaten by him, he was full of anger and dared not to gnaw. For so many years, the stubbornness in my character has something to do with him. When the memory was salty in my eyes, tears fell on the pillow. I understood his difficulty. In such an environment, sometimes he was helpless. He spent only a few days at home in lunar January. He was busy visiting relatives and elders every day, and seldom had dinner together. If it was in the past, I thought it would be a happy thing for him not to be at home. At least he could do whatever he wanted without so many worries. But now, without his dining table, it seems that something is missing. I think this should be the most essential concern among relatives, It is a silent miss. Even though he scolded me now, he was dissatisfied with me and angry with me. I also dared to hang up his phone in a bad mood occasionally, and then I would not go back, but that emotion has always been and become stronger. I want to summarize my feelings for my parents in one sentence, but I haven’t thought of it until now. At this time, spring has arrived. In the village of the mountain city, there are my relatives and brothers who are engraved the deepest and most concerned about forever, my sister drank the same mountain spring water, ate the same meal, had the same face, and had the same blood flowing in her body. We are a family, and we will always be. No matter where they are in the future, where I am, and how many days of getting together in a year, I am their sister, who has a bad temper, loves shouting and misses their sister all the time. Let’s talk about my sister first. She had been ill for several years, which delayed her time in college. This was the most painful thing for her family. The illness tormented her all the time, as well as her parents. I could feel her pain, her fear and sadness, but I couldn’t share them for her. This February, her illness went from time to time. The good thing was that her body was no longer inclined due to the side effects of the medicine. What was bad was that her mood was always unstable, which made people worried. Maybe this is just a temporary phenomenon, and it will be fine in a few days, because she has already recovered before, isn’t it? In the sunshine of February, she was full of happiness, people who liked her, father, mother, brother and me who loved her. I thought she would get better, then welcome the best life in the blooming days. My younger brother is always very sensible and seldom worries people. Although he was the youngest in his family, he did the most work compared with my sister and me. No matter he went to school in his hometown or Xi’an, he was always helping his family during holidays, he also asked for leave to help when he was busy with farming. It was the immature child on the shoulder who took a lot of burdens unconsciously. I should be happy or sad for him. It was a little unclear, and more seemed to be some distressed. He left home in lunar January 11 this year. He graduated last year, worked for more than half a year, and resigned at the end of the year. I really wanted him to leave after the Lantern Festival at home, but he insisted on going out early, saying that he wanted to find a job as soon as possible. I understood his mood. He has been running job fairs these days, sending resumes and interviewing. Yesterday, he called and said: it has not been confirmed yet, and it is still going on. As far away from, In addition, my personal ability is limited, so I can’t help anything. I can only tell him some basic skills, and let him not worry for a while. Take your time and everything will be fine. I understand that this is a challenge and growth with him. To grow up quickly in front of reality, we must learn to face, persist and find our own stage in a suitable place, and then efforts struggle. Don’t want to say anything more, just hope that he can find a suitable job in February, and then work hard to enrich himself. We have experienced a lot from knowing each other to knowing each other and loving each other. There are peach blossoms in spring, hot sun in summer, bleak autumn and cold winter,, after all, we did not leave; Maybe this was the fate of the previous life, or maybe it was the fate of this life. At the beginning of the new year, there was a lot of work waiting for him to do. He would be very busy, tired and hard. I just wanted him to know that no matter how late he was, when he walked to the bottom of the dormitory, there will be a window with a light on, and someone will open the door for him. Life, Good short. We need to love ourselves, the people around us, and the real world. Life, long. When we come together, there are two lonely people and one more ordinary people in the world. We need to face all kinds of problems, plain is the most basic and easy thing to consume feelings. Selfishness has always been there. It is a toxin in life. Only a little bit can hurt people; Betrayal has never gone far, that was the most powerful killer in marriage. If you don’t pay attention to it, you will be black and blue. My whole life is so short. I am afraid that I will not have time to finish the delicious meal and let him eat enough. It is a long life. I hope that we can walk through prosperity, live through plain life, eliminate selfishness, stay away from betrayal, trust, tolerance, responsibility with side. In the afternoon, there was a faint cloud on the horizon, which was like my thoughts and feelings. Such a scene makes me have to face myself and those I love most with a warm feeling. 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