My last letter to my family before I died.

"Zhou Xiaowen, your letter has arrived. Come down and get it. " The words sound just fell and a frivolous girl with a ponytail poked her head out from the window sill on the second floor. Gently answer: "OK."

Then there was a hurried sound downstairs, followed by the sound of opening the door, and the door opened. Wen Wen wears a white dress, a pink face and a ponytail fluttering in the autumn wind, which looks enviable.

"Your mother wrote to you again. I really envy you. "

Wenwen quickly said thank you, and took the letter with both hands, as sacred and solemn as a special ceremony. This image has become commonplace in the eyes of postmen. He has never stopped since he started his business. It has been more than ten years, and he is so excited every time, as if he had won the first prize.

But he couldn't figure it out. He has never seen Zhou Yawen's mother come back in these years, which is his most perplexing place.

This is the 362nd letter. Wenwen carefully opened the envelope and took out the writing paper. Still the familiar handwriting, or the eternal yearning.

"Wen Wen, how have you been recently? Do you miss your mother? My mother has learned many delicious dishes these days. When my mother earned enough money for them to be Wenwen and her father, when she returned to China, you recently ... "Wenwen read her mother's words carefully and showed a sweet smile. Then she carefully put them in the drawer and turned to the kitchen to prepare lunch for her father who was coming home from work soon.

At lunch, Wen Wen asked her father, "Dad, why are there no addresses in so many letters written by my mother?"

Dad thought for a moment: "silly boy, you don't know, do you?" Foreign countries don't write addresses on envelopes. "

"Oh," Wenwen nodded.

Wen Wen has never seen her mother since she was a child, and her impression of her mother is very vague. She asked her father several times, but he always said something hesitantly, and he believed her. Wenwen felt that he and his father had lived together for so many years that his father would not lie to her.

Every time she is lonely, except her father at work, she is accompanied by these more than 300 letters. Wenwen opened them one by one, remembering the bits and pieces of her life. Her mother will also tell her about recent events and talk to her about her dreams and future. Sometimes, her mother will tell her a story with a few letters, and waiting for the letter has become a belief of Wenwen.

Dad had no hobbies and gradually became friends with cigarettes. Wenwen knows that this is the only way to relieve her loneliness and boredom. However, Wen Wen found that her father had a particularly bad cough in recent days, and she could still spit out blood after a long time. Wen Wen insisted that his father go to the hospital for examination, but the result was terminal lung cancer.

It is caused by long-term smoking, excessive pressure and unreasonable habits. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Wen Wen has been hiding his illness from his father, telling him that it's just lung disease and he will be in hospital for a few months.

Wenwen knew that time was running out, so she began to learn to cook delicious food, let her father eat delicious food and tell him jokes to make her happy.

Looking at her increasingly pale father, Wenwen couldn't smile.

During this period, Wen Wen received two letters from her mother, but her writing style changed, telling her her desire and plans for the future. Careful, she also found that her mother's handwriting was worse every time. At the end of the letter, her mother told Wen Wen that she would gradually tell her life experience and reasons for going abroad in future letters.

Wen Wen wanted to know this for a long time, but her mother avoided the topic several times, which surprised Wen Wen.

However, as the days passed, my mother's letter never came, and my father's illness gradually worsened. The hospital issued a critically ill notice, and my father had great difficulty breathing. He has to be supported by oxygen, and even talking has become a problem.

Wenwen stays with her father all day. From her father's eyes, Wen Wen felt what her father wanted to say. Looking at her skinny appearance, Wenwen finally burst into tears.

Finally, my father stopped breathing in his sleep, ended his life, left this world peacefully and left with this bleak autumn.

While tidying up the hospital bed, Wen Wen found a pen and some stationery under the mattress. The unfinished letter was covered with blood drops.

"WenWen, mom sorry for you. She left you and dad long ago and went to a far, far place. The world is very quiet ... ""

Looking at it, tears hit the stationery like autumn rain on a fragile heart. Wenwen finally understood that she was kneeling beside her father's body and lost her voice again.

Senior three: Li Huaxi