In your spare time, accompany your mother to see the flowers. In fact, the old people don't ask for much. Just accompany them, they will be satisfied.
My mother's life is really too hard. In that barren mountain village on the Loess Plateau, my mother lost her husband at the age of 35. She kept a few acres of thin land by herself and dragged her three children. She not only let them grow up healthily, but also sent them to university. The cold house with leakage of rain has become the well-known "home of college students" in the mountain village, and let the three children live outside In the broad world, each of them plays an enviable world. A son and a daughter are both gold collars in well-known foreign enterprises. The youngest is now the president of a large company, with a fortune of over ten million yuan.
Since his mother lived in the city, he began to reduce the social intercourse at work and try to spare more time for his mother. After his mother was ill, he even reduced his working time greatly. In addition to dealing with important matters in the company, he left a lot of time for his mother. He wanted to accompany her to the last section of his life, which was very painful.
He tried every means to awaken his mother's memory. However, the abominable disease seemed to be deliberately difficult for him. His mother had forgotten anything, so he could do his best. When he washed her feet, he was so sad that he wanted to cry.
The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that his mother seemed to have a special love for the potted flowers he put on the balcony. Every day I was busy watering, scarifying and pruning them & hellip; & hellip; and then I just sat there and looked at the flowers quietly with a kind light in my eyes.
Often at this time, he will also sit quietly beside his mother, while looking at his mother, while looking at those colorful flowers, thin sunlight through the window, gently brushing his cheek, listening to the sound of the flow of time, his thoughts can not help but diffuse.
In his memory, his mother always liked flowers, whether it was morning glory crawling all over the fence, or thorn plum in the backyard, even the golden dandelion and purple bowl flower. She once said that if you understand the life of flowers, you can taste the taste of life. At that time, he was a young man who was inspired by his dream. He had no time and was not willing to enjoy the flowers slowly. Naturally, he could not read the mysterious meaning hidden in the flowers.
For a long time, those bright flowers seem to understand his mother and his close mind. In their mother and son's affectionate gaze, some bloomed quietly, some enthusiastically, some calmly, some briefly, some persistently, some flourished, some unsophisticated & hellip; Each kind of flower seems to be showing a life style and telling a life story.
And spend the evening together, gradually, he waved away the sadness of the heart. He knows: dementia mother is still happy, although many, many of the world's past, she has been unable to remember, but her loving eyes have flowers, quiet heart has flowers, her flowers as rich as flowers, but she can not communicate with people.
In the days when he accompanied his mother to watch the flowers bloom and fall, he neglected the management of the company, lost several important business opportunities and made millions of yuan less. But he didn't regret it. He said to his best friend, "actually, it's not that I'm with my mother, but with me. In the last course of her life, the great mother still taught me the essence of life in silence. '
Petals of flowers, petals of flowers, who understand the years of affectionate exhortation, who has given precious gifts of the years, in those ordinary trivial days, in those gorgeous days. In the face of that pair of heartfelt mother and son, we should not only present a sincere admiration, but also tap our hearts: do we still have a calm mood to see flowers, whether we still have a serious and persistent understanding of flower language?