I may not really be able to write anything for her. For I had only thought of her for three minutes when several drops of water began to drip from the heart to the chest, from the throat to the eyes, and the faint eyes were in a fog. I have tried to describe her in beautiful and beautiful sentences many times. I have repeatedly typed a long paragraph on the computer and deleted it word for word. For example, her eyes in my eyes are gentle, such as the spring breeze at the corner of her lips, such as the stars in her eyes are brilliant, and I think these words are not related to her amazing. So I wrote the simplest words about her. I don't want to hear what others think of her. Wrinkles, unconcealed white hair, awkward body, these should not be my eyes of her. She seems to be getting old. Like an old tree that no longer has tenacious vitality. In my eyes, she is from omnipotent strong to weak and small need me to protect, as if only a moment of time. I sat at the table, but my eyes went through the school, through the lights, through the pomegranate tree outside my house, looking back at her. All I could see was a big bag of Chinese medicine. She can't eat any sweet food, not pay attention to the horror of high blood sugar. I saw her coqueying me with milk tea and cupcakes and all the things she could no longer eat. I stiffened a smiling face and did not know how to coax her. I began to hate the speed with which I was growing up, too slow, too heavy. I began to love her, wanted to hold her, wanted to earn a lot of money, wanted to feel sorry for her, wanted to share life with her. She always said I was relieved that you had settled yourself in peace, and whenever she kept saying this, I wanted to tell her that she was not responsible for my life. She always puts her children first in life, and I even wish she could be selfish and be more selfish. At this point, I can't help missing her and calling her. She was happy to talk to me and laugh. Gossip that only middle-aged women can know about in a discussion group. And I thought, there are so many people in this world, so many people, so many people, so many people, some people are worried about life, some people are crying for leave, I would rather not think of anything, just gently hug her, kiss her forehead.
