Painful prose of missing.

In the early winter of 17 after the mother left, the father also left, leaving the children with endless thoughts.

In my memory, young parents are always busy. When the farm is busy, I work with the production team in the mountains to earn work points, support my family, never lack work, and even ignore some minor illnesses. In the slack season, get up early, cook the pigs, go up the mountain to cut firewood and grass, or take care of the melons and vegetables on the plots. On rainy days, my mother knits sweaters and spins at home, buys mosquito nets for each child to get married, and my father cleans up the housework. In the evening, my mother lights kerosene lamps, puts on cloth shoes to mend clothes and trousers, and my father puts on corn cobs or makes bamboo weaving, and often stays up late.

As far as I can remember, my parents lived a very simple life. The clothes are patched everywhere, but they are clean. In order to keep the children warm, we should buy a new suit for each child every year. I remember that every time I eat, my parents always serve the table last, so let us eat first, for fear that my brother and sister are not hungry. In the era of material shortage, it is unimaginable to raise our ten brothers and sisters. I don't know how much effort and sweat parents have paid to raise them, how many sacrifices parents have to make, how many hardships they have experienced, and how much pressure their parents have to bear in life. Parents always pour selfless love into their children, do their best to give them the best, and never expect anything in return.

As far as I can remember, although my father is stubborn, he loves and cares about his children. Mother is kind, never quarrels with others and blushes, and never imposes subjective assumptions on children, setting a good example for children.

The fingertips of time slip by. Parents who have been eroded by the years are getting older, and China people's hair is full of wrinkles, engraved with hard years, leaving a mark of overwork for their children. Although the elderly parents are thin, they are still strong. When the farm is busy, I will still go to the fields to help with farm work. I hope to finish planting corn fields, variety of food, feed more pigs and raise more chickens as soon as possible, and improve the life of my family. During the slack season, I wash dishes and cook at home, feed pigs to do housework, share the burden for children, and keep the melons and vegetables in good order. The vegetables never use chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and they taste very sweet.

Busy time and ruthless years devour parents' bodies. 1996 when the corn was almost ripe, my mother couldn't afford to eat the corn she grew. On my deathbed, my mother called me to her side and quietly told me to take good care of my elderly father. I nodded, and she was relieved. This charge became the mother's last words. On the sixth day of the fifth lunar month, a rainy morning, my mother, who had never enjoyed a day's leisure and struggled with the disease for a month, left with care and entrustment, and finished her 70-year hard life journey, leaving her children with endless pain. Since then, children have lost their mothers and fathers have lost their partners, and the place where they were raised has become a sad place and a place of concern.

Like his mother's life, as a pillar father, the heavy physical work at home is his father's "contracted land", and he works silently.

Seeing off my mother, my kind father's face is getting old. /kloc-during the period of 0/7, although children and grandchildren were around their knees, great-grandchildren lived together for four generations, which brought some happiness to their 70-year-old father. However, my father is very lonely inside, often sitting on the wooden pier in the corner, facing the Niuxiang (place name) where my mother was buried, and his mood is very heavy. In the last two years, although my father can take care of himself in daily life, his spirit is a little trance, his memory is a little vague, and he may not be able to let go of too many worries.

In 2005, I tried my best to buy a set of "Bird's Nest" hanging in the air in the county. Because my family of three lives in different parts of the world, I have no time to take care of my father, who is over 70 years old. However, considering the safety and daily life of his elderly father, his father still lives with his brother Wu. Only when my daughter is at home on holiday can I pick up my father and stay in the county for a few days, so that my daughter can take care of her life and make her feel a little comforted. Usually, due to busy work, I have no time to take care of it. I can only go home on weekends, spend time with my father, talk about my family and give my father some comfort.

20 13 years 10 month 16 days, the lunar calendar returned to the sad place. Early in the morning, I received a phone call from my nephew saying that Gong had left, and I suddenly burst into tears. A piercing pain hit my heart, as if the air had stopped breathing. My father, who was over eighty years old, quietly left without his family, missing his mother and taking care of his children and grandchildren, leaving a message that made them feel worried and heartbroken. From then on, the promise to my mother will never be fulfilled, and the promise will eventually become a knot.

I haven't seen my parents for a long time and miss them more and more. Recalling the summer when my mother left and the early winter when my father left, I have many unforgettable memories, and my sad heart can't heal. There is no reward for the kindness of parents. Only in Tomb-Sweeping Day, where it is raining every year, a handful of fragrant paper is added to Raul's grave.

I lost sleep again last night, looking for my parents in the silent night.