Judgment on the disappearance of parents

1. Missing parents is an unforgettable pain. It's a pair of sleepless eyes. There are many unforgettable memories. In the middle of the night, I looked at the heaven, shook hands with the other world with my heart, and had a cordial conversation with my parents who went to eat. This is not a daydream, this is the real communication between mind and body.

I miss my parents. On a grand festival of a nation, relatives get together one after another, and I am looking forward to the excitement and will soon pass. Looking forward to work and life, I will get busy again. I hope I can get out of the empty and lost house as soon as possible, blend into the bustling streets, let the bustling crowd drown myself, or let Dionysus indulge me and get drunk.

I miss my parents. In the cold winter, I expect the ice and snow to be melted immediately by the warmth of spring. I hope all friends inside and outside the network can travel through time and space and share the loneliness of a son, making it a soothing happiness, so that everyone can bear this moment with more warmth and touch.

I miss my parents. A ticking cuckoo hovers in the tree of time with a grateful heart, measuring the distance between life and death. Ordinary or great, short or long, tragedy or comedy, in fact, are all the same, are the end of life.

I miss my parents. Even if you lie in bed, you can't settle down. You should accompany my parents, walk far under the sun and moon, let my thoughts ferment affectionately, let me mature in pain, and let me comfort myself in remembrance.