What separations have you seen at the airport?

I seldom fly, but I think the airport is not only a place to fly, but also the most natural place to express my feelings. I have seen many farewells and felt deeply.

I've seen many separations. The separation between husband and wife lovers, between you and me, or between friends who are self-evident in an instant, and between relatives who are constantly cutting and missing. No matter what kind of separation, it gives people a feeling of sadness. After so much experience, I think I'm beginning to feel the poet's mood when he breaks the willow and says goodbye.

I remember the most impressive time, that is, a student-like child walked among his parents with a schoolbag on his back. His father walked in front with a big box, while she and her mother walked behind. They talked and laughed as if they were going on holiday together.

I have been behind them, but I can't hear what they are saying clearly. It doesn't matter, because it's impolite to eavesdrop on others. But at the ticket gate, everyone stopped.

The father handed the luggage to his daughter, as if to say something, and stepped aside. The mother is holding her daughter's words and stressing something over and over again. After thinking about it, I understand that this is a student, and it is estimated that he is going to study far away. Her parents saw her off at the airport for the last time and told her some wishes.

In fact, this matter is nothing, because it is also a very common parting. My parents did the same thing when I left home for the first time, as if I knew nothing and was not worried at all. In fact, what really moved me about this separation was when my daughter went in later.

Many of us may be like this. Time is running out, so we don't look back and never look at our parents again. Is it because it is too late? Or maybe our eyes only have the distance to go, and there is no nostalgia, even if there is, it is less than one tenth of them.

I watched her gradually leave the back of the door, and suddenly I saw her mother. When the daughter went in, she waved goodbye with a smile on her face, perhaps to hide her disappointment. But when her daughter's back disappeared around the corner, her mother kept waving in that direction.

I was shocked. My parents have been like this since they separated. When I approached, I found that her mother was still smiling. At that moment, I thought, why is this happening? Are her parents slow? But after more and more differences, I realized that separation was like this. Maybe it is difficult for us to understand without children, and there is no way to understand. This is the appearance of affection, which is undeniable.

This time, the smile runs through, but the affection continues. This is the most affectionate parting I have ever seen.