Parents send their children to join the army, but when they are parting, they are not looking at each other

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Parents send their children to join the army, but when they are parting, they are not looking at each other

Author: Lou Wenhui anchor: 怿 作

When I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back", but at the age of eleven, I couldn't experience the reluctance and sadness of the father when the father sent. I didn't understand until I experienced that other departure that the love of my parents was always silent and silent.

The night before the enlistment, the instructor trained before the battle told us that we would get up early to rush the second day of the train and instructed to allow relatives to send them. In the darkness, the face called the family under the dim light, and Meng Hao's figure seemed to be out of place. He has a fellow with me. We usually talk a lot, so I probably can understand his silence at that time.

Meng Hao's family was average. When his parents gave birth to him, he was about forty years old. He was old, so his family was very spoiled to him. Although the family is not wealthy, all his requirements will basically be met. When he was a child, he was as willful as other loved children, but as he was older, he began to realize the difference between himself and others. So Meng Hao had learned to be considerate of others, and rarely asked his parents for something, because he knew that what he wanted, his parents would give it anyway.

At five in the morning the next day, we got up early. The sky was still heavy twilight. From time to time, a few dog barks came from time to time, and the sky was under light rain. "When it rained so early, would their parents come?" I looked at the bag while looking at the door, but the vermilion high wall blocked my sight. "It shouldn't come, the weather is so cold." Meng Hao said.

"Laying on the car!" After a whistle, the first batch of departure people successively boarded the car one after another. Meng Hao was sitting at the window not far from me, staring at the darkness, as if looking forward to something. The moment the car drove out of the door, the original dark carriage was suddenly occupied by various lights and vocals, like a dark room suddenly opened the curtains and glass.

Looking at those groups of farewells, my eyes were attracted by a pair of figures shrinking in the cold rain, because only the two of them were not driving a private car. The two leaned against an agricultural car that had been eroded for a long time and kept rubbing their hands, apparently for a long time.

Agricultural vehicles are already rare in cities, but children living in rural areas should be impressed. Until now I still remember the summer night of those years. After the family finished the busy day, I sat on a bumpy agricultural car and returned home with a slight cool breeze -very pure and warm.

But I can't imagine the scene where agricultural vehicles without rain covering facilities are galloping in ice rain, and without talking about rain, the early morning of March in the north is already cold enough! He looked at the direction of Meng Hao subconsciously, and he tried to put his head in the car, and looked like he was avoiding something. I instantly understood the deep cause of his family not allowing his family.

After the car came out of the door, it did not stay for too long. I leaned on the window and sat, so I could clearly hear those farewell words -I was full of joy and encouragement, no reluctance, and no tolerance. Most of them are "take good care of yourself", "It's okay, don't worry about your home" and "good work". The parents standing next to the agricultural machine did not approach, but silently stared at the carriage.

But the moment the car was launched, no one could see more clearly than me. The father's red eyes, the mother's stumble, and the tears hidden in Meng Hao's eyes. At that time, I always felt that the tears and sadness when I was parting had nothing to do with me, until I saw the part of the part of the parting mouth and the pretense ...

The car was not fast, because the rain should cover the sight of the movement, and the dark carriage also sounded in the dark carriage. Looking at the wake -up morning light and the heavy rain curtain, I fell into a kind of type in a kind of Inexplicable emotions.

What I thought of my thoughts was a car driving a double -flashing car. I was surprised. The rain was not yet needed to drive a double flash. In surprise, another car driving a double -flashing car surpassed our car and drove in our front. In front of the car, it seemed to be on the way. When I thought it was all, the yellow flash, one by one, through the heavy rain curtain, a long dragon in front of our car.

I carefully identified these cars and felt that I was familiar with it until I saw the at the end of the team full of vicissitudes of agricultural cars, and I realized that it was not those who were sent off at the door. Father? Isn't it the mother who bumped?

The body of the agricultural vehicle bumps up and down in the cold ice rain, like an old man. On the road of dozens of miles, the car was so silently guided by the road, sometimes anxious, sometimes slow, just like Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back" in the article, the father's back -stand upright but desolate ...

Looking at the back, the back of the same way, that would rather cross the ice rain, get frozen, and let the child know that when I was sending the other back, I seemed to see my father and mother.

After entering the urban area, the agricultural vehicle was stopped by the traffic police. Meng Hao’s mobile phone suddenly sounded, and it was the voice of a mother: "Baby, you want to go, how can you tell us if it wasn't for the brigade's secretary, we did not know. I can only drive agricultural vehicles, I am afraid that you will shame, so I do n’t dare to call you. Our car is stopped by the traffic police, I can only send you here, take care of myself ... "I don’t know if I reluctant Tianhan, with a bit of tremor, clearly passed into my ears, but I should have remembered every word of it. "Dad, mom, I don't mean that. It's cold, you are older, I don't want you to be frozen! Rest assured, I will do it well, you pay more attention to your body." Meng Hao said, so wept Essence

This may be the common look of the love of the mother's love and mother's love -no matter how difficult the mountains and seas are across the mountains, or how violent the rainstorm, it must be sent to you, silent and silent.

The night outside the window faded slowly, the rain gradually became slightly slightly, but the scenery passing was even more hazy. Thinking of Mr.'s "Back" again, I suddenly felt sad for a while. "This damn rain!" I wiped my nose, no longer looking at the double flashes that were slowly breathing, and buried my face into the curtains ...

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Author | Lou Wenhui

Lou Wenhui, a brigade soldier of the 77th Army, likes to use a pen to record the touched drips in the military, hoping to use stories and text to pass warmth.

Anchor | 怿 怿

Ying Ming, a Chinese youth novel studio, a member of the China Sudden Reading Committee, and the first prize winner of the National Radio and Television Contest Contest. The works have been broadcast on more than 100 radio stations across the country.

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