Mom, I still owe you a travel essay.

I have been to many places. There are dozens of cities in Wuhan, Chongqing and Chengdu. I have tried all kinds of transportation, eaten a lot of local food and enjoyed many beautiful scenery.

My motto in life is that there must be one body and one soul on the road. That's why I plan to take advantage of my annual leave to go to Nepal again and make a pilgrimage. I received a phone call from my brother when I was preparing to leave, which reminded me that I still owe my mother a trip.

When I was young, I often heard my mother say what it was like to fly, and I'll take it once when I have money. At this time, I will definitely shout, "Mom, when I grow up, I will take you there." Fortunately, my brother reminded me, otherwise I don't know how long it will take me to grow up.

since 25, my mother rarely mentioned her plan to go out, only occasionally talked about wanting to go to the county town or to eat a buffet that my father promised for a long time but failed to deliver. However, she is just talking. Once we are really ready to go, she will definitely say, go ahead, and then take me when my feet are better.

My mother's foot was unfortunately broken in the twelfth month of 25. At that time, because of the poor conditions at home, she did not choose to go to the hospital, but used Chinese herbal medicine from a local doctor. I can still remember clearly that my mother cried more than once because of her foot pain. After lying in bed for two or three months, my mother was finally able to stand up, but the patella of her right foot was smashed and her foot could no longer exert force.

After my mother recovered, I accompanied her to several villages and towns. Every time, she tried not to rely on my help, but she walked very hard. After several attempts, my mother gave up. Except for special circumstances, her activities were only near her home.

In recent years, my mother's health has become worse and worse. She is always sick frequently, and sometimes she can't recover from a cold for several months. My brother and I were very scared, so we had this "forced" trip to Guiyang for my mother. Although my mother put it off in every way and repeatedly said that she would wait for her feet to recover better, we all know that the longer she gets, the older she gets, and the worse it will get.

My mother, who is in her fifties this year, went as far as one of our local cities, and she was still in a van towed by others. So after booking a plane ticket for my mother online, she began to back down. In the end, my brother and I insisted on it again and again, which led to this trip to Guiyang. I know my mother is afraid, afraid of other people's strange eyes, afraid that she is out of place in the so-called big city, and afraid that she can't even get on the stairs of the plane.

although I always tell my mother not to be afraid, I'm also worried that something unexpected will happen to her who hasn't been out of the house for decades. So I waited at the airport early, and when I saw my brother holding my slightly vicissitudes mother slowly coming to me from a distance, I remembered a sentence I read in a book a long time ago, when you grow up, she will be old.

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I booked a good hotel early when my mother didn't leave. Although my mother had been telling me not to spend money indiscriminately, I thought it was her first trip, and I wanted to make her happy anyway.

when I arrived at the hotel, my mother was not as happy as I expected, but became cautious because of the enthusiasm of the waiter and the bright lights of the hotel. The next day, although I said there was breakfast in the hotel, my mother still insisted on asking me to buy porridge and fried dough sticks. I didn't know until later that she didn't want to eat in the hotel because she was worried that it would be too expensive.

During my few days in Guiyang, we didn't go to many places because of my mother's mobility, but there was one thing that I couldn't forget during my trip to Qianling Mountain. Because we need to go through the underground passage where we get off, I felt my mother nervous when I went up the stairs. I asked, mom, do you want me to carry you? She refused, but she held my hand tightly all the way up the stairs. The width of the stairs can only barely allow two people to pass at the same time, so there are a lot of people behind my mother and me. Mom said, you should go first and don't get in the way.

I can feel my mother's hands shaking and sweating a lot. This reminds me of the scene when I had a high fever when I was 6 years old. At that time, my family was poor and had no money to take me to the outside hospital. My mother knocked on the door of the whole village behind my back and begged people to lend me two dollars to go to the hospital. I can't remember the specific situation, but later someone told me that my mother almost knelt down and borrowed my medical expenses.

My mother is still trying to speed up her pace as much as possible. I squeezed my mother's hand and tried not to shed tears. Looking at my mother's struggling expression, I turned around and said to the person behind me, I'm sorry for holding up everyone for a few minutes. My mother has bad feet and walks slowly. I hope you can wait for her. Unexpectedly, no one made any other noise, and everyone smiled and nodded at me, and then said, it's okay, you ask aunt to walk slowly.

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I have always been afraid to leave home, because every time my mother leans against the doorpost and watches until I completely disappear without a trace. I almost always say, "Mom, don't cry later?" My mother usually makes a look of indifference and says, "What's there to cry about? It's not like she won't come back." Yes, I will come back, but my mother still cries every time.

During my four years in college, I never received a phone call from my mother, except once in November 214. After connecting the phone, she asked in a loud voice, "Son, what are you doing?" Mother and child are linked to each other, which is true. I heard the clue. "Mom, what's wrong with you? I feel you are not feeling well." She kept denying that she was fine, but she was a little bored. It was only after my constant questioning that she told me that she had a relapse and had been in bed for almost a month. She was afraid that she would not get up, so she called me. Mom said that dad went to work, and my brother went to accompany my sister-in-law for a checkup. She was the only one lying in the bedroom at home. Dad prepared a big bowl of rice for her before going to work and put it by the bed. If she was hungry, she would eat a little. She told me not to worry.

I hurried home. On the train, I remembered that on the eve of the college entrance examination in 28, my mother brought more than ten eggs from my hometown to my high school. When I saw her haggard appearance standing at the school gate, I really didn't know what to say for a moment. She is carsick, and she will vomit after driving for more than an hour. Once her feet are curled up in one place for too long, it will hurt. Even so, she came to see me, and more than a dozen eggs in her hand were still hot after driving for six hours.

I haven't stayed in Guiyang for a few days, and I'm going to start work, and my mother is going back. I can't help it any longer, and my tears can't stop flowing down.

I stood at the airport for a long time after my mother left. I remember growing up, I owed my mother more than a trip, but it was only a simple trip, but it took 23 years to realize it. Now, I don't know how many 23 years my mother who is over 5 still has. I hope that in the future, I won't let her wait too long.